Games of Death: City Chop

An idealist (teacher/coach) transforms into an urban crusader to deal with a sovereignty-requirement concerning a darkened underworld, in favor of his youths-teams.

A crime underworld fiction for your Thanksgiving-November Tuesday, 

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What turned Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American idealist and cyber-teacher and junior-basketball coach in a darkened inner-city, into a social media gossip generating micro-crusader, masked/geared, operating to rid his American Homeland urban 'environment' of a dark circle of evil-webs and smugglers-operation tied pure malice/mischief and craft a dangerous 'game-of-death' to contend with a violent siren of the underworld, a bad-lady of weapons named Siren who was sent to bloody murder him (Facebook-like)?

WAITRESS: You're that masked operative hero tackling the Siren-lady, eh?
AMLAN: Maybe...I'm not masked/geared now, tonight, enjoying chicken-pie!
WAITRESS: They say Siren was sent to tackle your vigilante-transformation, pal.

AMLAN: Yeah, I had to draw on some street-pickpocket skills to humble evil.

WAITRESS: Yeah, yeah, the rumored vigilante lifted Siren's gang bank, for gossip!

AMLAN: You do what you can to humble an underworld 'force' for basketball, ha.

WAITRESS: Are you (honestly) him, doll?
AMLAN: Hey, tonight, here/now, I'm just enjoying chicken-pie in your/our city.

WAITRESS: Whoever he is, doll...Siren's no-joke (for the city).

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

Sure, Amlan had become a special operations 'gentleman' for things of the James Bond type storytelling; and as a Slovak-Algerian Catholic teacher/coach turned heroics-character of the American Homeland city darkened, he found special contest-views for inner-city streets 'rumor' after the bad-lady Siren of bloody-murder 'cleats' was sent to erase him from the annals of Earthling knit-for-know (damn). He lured her into an abandoned warehouse, masked/geared, and decided to play a dangerous micro-game (of death) with her, using only and simply a homemade liquid-nitrogen gun (fashioned in Hell maybe). This wasn't Facebook-like (even for Halloween in the USA!).

SIREN: You froze my machine-gun, rascal.

AMLAN: Thanx.

SIREN: You gonna tell everybody, fool?

AMLAN: Of course, Siren (ok).

SIREN: Drive-off in that car parked outside I assumed was yours, hero.

AMLAN: Leave my basketball-court alone.

SIREN: Maybe, just maybe...you've pulled enough theater to sway my master.

AMLAN: Your crime-ring 'master' should know I really cared about my crusade.

SIREN: Well, maybe you've earned your keep here; but drive-off, and keep secret.

AMLAN: Of course, Siren (ok).

Amlan Satan pulled off a micro-stalemate miracle against the nefarious gang who sent Siren to slay him in that season of 'troubles' in the American Homeland; and he shrewdly decided to return to his 'sane' life/work of teaching-and-coaching and happily showed his youths a special James Bond genre type jewelry-weapons ornament to remind them that Earthling vigilantism could (sometimes) be characterized or defined as a Selfie-poise for things 'onside' (for the Ego!).

"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)