IA (Internal Affairs): Faerie-Tale Twin

Twins are reunited as differentiated men of law, and they now each require 'reach' in an intro-to-distances.

A story about Internal Affairs (internal police activity review/monitoring/supervision division), set in America, fiction. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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DETECTIVE AMLAN SATAN: Glad to see you're still a wild and muscular street man.

OFFICER AJAY SATAN: I'm all streets and your (wilder) twin and not IA, brother!

AMLAN: So, Internal Affairs ('IA') has me thinking sensitivity for monitoring cops.

AJAY: You never trusted me when we were kids, since I was more insane.

AMLAN: I know you're a tough and respected street-cop in our Western city, pal.

AJAY: As your twin/brother with wilder-hair, detective Amlan, I don't like walls!

AMLAN: Internal Affairs has you under-eye because of your smugglers-ties, Ajay.

AJAY: I'm a cop, and you're a 'worldly' Internal-Affairs man now, but I not care.

AMLAN: You shall care now, Ajay Satan...because IA is Facebook-like for God.

AJAY: Right...thanx.

Amlan and Ajay, Slovak-Algerian twins of their (shared) modern Western city challenged by languages of darkness/crime, had drifted by psyche/personality; Ajay was the wilder twin and had become a gritty and 'resourceful' street-cop, but Amlan had risen the ranks as a shrewd/careful Internal Affairs (division of authority responsible for monitoring the ethics-activity of badge-wearing policemen/officers) man. Ironically, they had just spent a previous recent Xmas-season in the UK for beef-pie and Euro-toys shopping for their kids/wives and ruminated on why they had drifted apart since days of youth in New England (Selfie-like).

Amlan was assigned to the case of monitoring his own potentially more 'evil' twin brother Ajay as an official Internal Affairs man/detective, bent on discovery of Ajay's rumored underworld ties to some gems-smuggling activity in their now (shared) Western city. Ajay was for-deed tied to some rumored 'blood-diamonds' smugglers-export activities for rogue finance, and Amlan knew that such activity was now 'linked' to some bloody-murders requiring special eye-for-football (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: How's Shelbye?
AJAY: Dead, you know.

AMLAN: Bloody murdered, Officer Satan.

AJAY: Ajay.

AMLAN: We're brothers...but I'm (all) Internal Affairs now, brother.

AJAY: Shelbye's dead.

AMLAN: Rumors were you were Romeo and Juliet, Officer Satan.

AJAY: Is this some test for graduate school, detective Amlan?

AMLAN: Look...my job is to observe your behavior and note your demeanor!

AJAY: Discovery is challenge for folks not bled into the toughness of streets, bro.

AMLAN: Internal Affairs is not tie-wearing stiffs filled, Officer Satan...be good.

AJAY: You shall not find a single football here, detective brother (ha).

AMLAN: Never underestimate the value of God's paint in any tragedy-image.

AJAY: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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