Trainee {Fanfiction}

Adaptation of the laureled Antoine Fuqua mod-USA streets training-day meditation on the qualia of city toughness, corruption doubt, and tragedy's field oculus.

Training Day (Denzel Washington) adaptation. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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HOYT: I'd like to thank you for this chance to prove myself as a 1st-day officer!

ALON: Shut up, Hoyt; I'm a veteran of this dark city streets not to babysit, ok.

HOYT: Sir, I'm assigned as your partner and trainee for this 1st-day; I like pity.

ALON: Relax, Officer Hoyt; I'm gruff because I've become cynical, dark-city IQ.

HOYT: Well, I'm prepped for anything this hell-Earth has to offer for cop-train!

ALON: Good (Facebook-like).

Officer Hoyt, biracial American Catholic idealist trainee-cop for drugs-work in veteran Alon's dark city on Earth, had to find the right cleats stuff for training-day partnering up with Alon who'd become something of a troll of the Blue Planet, to make cop-rover work with narcotics and homicide for things of real worry controls, which sadly required some fence-crossing into the dark side of claimed 'legalese' kinesthesia (hmmm). Hoyt detected this quite-soon on this 1st-day of cop-education, as Alon's trainee; and he knew of Alon's dark rings for narcotics-underworld profiteering justified to get closer to some darker evildoer who went by the eerie name ZigZag (a psycho who murdered customers at-random with street-gossip interest in simple Selfie-prestige walkie-talkies). Hoyt wanted a Facebook-like kernel (with Alon!).

ALON: You know why I let you shoot that mugger, Officer Hoyt?
HOYT: I appreciate this hard-nose look for my trainee-day, but you're suspect!

ALON: Don't look cross at a surfer of Hell, someone like me, rookie (ok).

HOYT: Why you want me to wait for you at this inner-city family-house?
ALON: I gotta make a run for something while you wait is all; you learning!

HOYT: I smell funny things here, Alon sir...but I fear you (ok).

ALON: I let you shoot that armed mugger so you'd get the Realism you sought, ha.

HOYT: Earth's Hell (Facebook-like).

ALON: Cool.

CHIEF: Sorry about your train-day trauma with that bloody murder, officer.

HOYT: I had to take-down Alon and set-him up with his own enemies, sir (damn).

CHIEF: Alon was marked for bad-fate, and he got killed in his own corruption, ok.

HOYT: I sure got training on this day, sir (wow).

CHIEF: That girl Alon killed just to get to the ZigZag was a saint-statistic, Hoyt.

HOYT: I do know one thing, sir...when I become a vet and get trainee, I'm heroic.

CHIEF: That's the small-prayer of most street cops inside darkness, Hoyt; so good.

HOYT: Alon was a tragic character, sir, no?

CHIEF: The only tragedies we endure for records are those of the helpless, son.

HOYT: Sure...Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

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

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)