Of Ice and Jersey

A Story by Abishai100

Double-ID coach/thief is mired into a 'universe' of bad-ties cops, corrupt capitalism gossip, and modern Windy-City chalk.

Windy-City set modern world crime-tale, of cop-and-thief of offbeat ethics consciousness, for your Happy Summer Sunday. Thanks for reading,

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm just a junior-hockey coach, lady...diamonds blogger only.

OFFICER CHARLIE: Mr. Satan, I've a hunch you're a Slovak-Algerian Chicago hero.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I ain't that Shadow using acid to swap blood-diamonds, cop.

OFFICER CHARLIE: I know I've the right-gumption; and you're stalking Baron Ion.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What do you have tie with Ion-co. for (rumors/insurance)?
OFFICER CHARLIE: The Baron is my benefactor and contributes to the city-police.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Aha, so you're a flower-girl for Ion; I'm just Facebook-like.

OFFICER CHARLIE: You're either a thief or Selfie-claimed vigilante in Windy-City.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Chicago's mine, for hockey only; you're tied to evil, Charlie.

OFFICER CHARLIE: I owe Ion, that's all, Mr. Satan (ha).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Shadow ain't me...but I'm intrigued by my new worry for ya.

OFFICER CHARLIE: Baron Ion has street-gossip umbrellas; I can take care of me.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe you're a siren in the subconscious; Internal-Affairs IQ.

OFFICER CHARLIE: I'm a good cop; and you're a good thief.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I think you're a skilled cop, Charlie; Ion may be evil; you too.

OFFICER CHARLIE: I'll catch ya, Satan...for diamond-ad (Facebook-like).

Satan had become that mystery vigilante-thief ('Shadow') in the challenged Windy-City of incomplete-distances readings of smugglers-roads intercepts that found ambitious/fiery newcomer/transfer cop-woman Charlie stalking the Shadow. The Shadow liked using water-rifle toys filled with HCL to make box-burns in trucks/banks for smugglers-intercepts and black market finance that sullied American Homeland capitalist-eye work stretching to Africa and Palestine (damn). However, Shadow thought seriously now that Officer Charlie, the fiery-cop stalking him was somehow herself (subconsciously) evil, because of her flower-girl tie to the bad Ion-co. (Facebook-like!).

POLICE CHIEF: We appreciate the Ion money, don't we, cop?

CHARLIE: Chief, I love the Baron, ha.

POLICE CHIEF: Watch this Satan of ice and gems-investment blogs, Charlie (ok).

CHARLIE: Baron would like that, ha.

POLICE CHIEF: I heard you had some black market sharpness, cop (hmmm).

CHARLIE: Hey, I'm a skilled cop (Facebook-like!).

Of course, the Windy-City required special image of work for languages concerning diamond-ads and consumerism integrity for insurance 'hyperbole' sportsmanship; and the Baron of darkness, tied with street-gossip of the underground/underworld, had kept fiery Charlie in pocket; and now Satan/Shadow wondered if he despised, worried for, or secretly liked/loved the cop-woman Charlie (for the Ego). Would there be a showdown-showcase for Shadow-Ion ice following Satan's night-dig into the bank from the ground-up for a gems-swap that made much street-talk and drew Interpol-eye for conflict-zone gems tying Antwerp to Chicago now (Facebook-like)?

ION: Chicago's art, and mine, for whatever (ice, helmets, language), idiot.

SHADOW: Charlie's your Rapunzel, eh?

ION: Maybe I'm Caesar, idiot...I keep clean of gossip for Interpol, ok.

SHADOW: I'll catch ya.

ION: Whatever (cinema-like).

Amlan Satan enjoyed a soft/zesty world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat (Indian) luchi-bread diner-plate in his challenged Windy-City and wondered deeply what he'd do about/with the fiery Officer Charlie. He thought to make her part of his junior-hockey campaign to involve cops in local youth-activity for social media mosaics/photos; perhaps he also sought to draw her away from the dark/mysterious Ion universe (hmmm). However, Satan/Shadow also feared seriously that Officer Charlie had already become something of a Carmen...dangerous (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Here's a Selfie I took for my junior-athletes, cop.

CHARLIE: I love you!

AMLAN: Shadow ain't me...let's get bread (Friday's Eve).

CHARLIE: I dunno if our station's tie-interested for your hockey-blogs now, fool.

AMLAN: You wanna draw me into street under gossip for Shadow/Ion games, no?

CHARLIE: Isn't a junior-athletes patriot-fellow magnetized by adventure-thought?

AMLAN: You've got words of a siren of hypnosis, Charlie...I'm worried for you, ok.

CHARLIE: I'm closer to the Baron than you'll ever be, Mr. Satan (ok).

AMLAN: Maybe I'm being magnetized into a universe of magicians (Selfie-like)?

CHARLIE: By little-ole' me, hockey-man (Facebook-like)?

When Charlie mailed Satan a Jagr ice-hockey card for Chicago-Jersey bridge-stretch imaginations about cross-town rivalry for youth-entertainment presentations, Satan/Shadow wondered if Charlie was (somehow!) a 'good' cup underneath her layered work with a rumored bad-idea company. However, he equally wondered if Charlie continued to (subconsciously) serve the bad Baron Ion as a siren-of-hypnosis for an underworld of the challenged Windy-City for things of evil magician chandeliers (for the Ego). Would Charlie betray Shadow to Ion should he (eventually!) confide in her...for love? What do you think (for leviathan/uncertainty)?