Train to Coverland

Idealist late-bloomer wannabe-lawman, a Slovak-Algerian Catholic/American, trains to serve as an effective/dreaming Homeland-cop, for the 'cleats' of Earthling knowers.

Training/policework fiction, set in the American Homeland, for your Thanksgiving-November Saturday. Thanks for reading (enjoy), 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: Just got here from Mardi-Gras.

POLICE-CHIEF: You're relatively adult/aged for wanting to become a cop, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Ha, thanx...well, I was just a hockey coach, junior-league.

POLICE-CHIEF: Then, something nabbed at ya and you wanted to become lawman.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Ha, you said it, Chief...Facebook-like.

POLICE-CHIEF: Good you're from Mardi-Gras to train today, as you'll see masks.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like.

Officer Amlan Satan was now a badge-carrying rookie lawman, cop, in the American Homeland streets, training with a veteran cop (Detective Mitchell) and knew he had some nice inspiration for becoming a policeman, despite being modestly a bit older in years compared to other first-time cops training to become reliables in the streets of Earth, ok. Well, on this day of training to become a pro, Mitchell, his guru, informed him of a hideous worry, a problem of bad-shape, concerning a gang wielding special 'toys' (homemade water-guns fitted with special internal design to hold liquid-nitrogen) to wander around in masks post-midnight as an enforcement vandal 'force' prepped to freeze policemen in their shoes (damn). Well, Mitchell and Satan now composed a special duo for good in their (shared) American Homeland city where toys-and-masks were to blend with Heaven/Hell.

MITCHELL: Bad things happen to people in high-places, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Thanx.

MITCHELL: This city's dark, and it's because of toys now ('ice-guns'), wow.

AMLAN: I wanna be a good cop, sir.

MITCHELL: They partnered me with you to have you train for the gods, ha.

AMLAN: Well, the American Homeland's seen much 'troubles' of the heart, sir!

MITCHELL: Where were you on 9/11, when planes smashed into NYC, Satan?

AMLAN: I was watching hockey on TV and switched to the news in horror, sir.

MITCHELL: Good (Facebook-like).

Officer Amlan Satan was now on-track to becoming something of a 'personnel-visage' of things of Heaven/Hell in the American Homeland, prepared to deal with streets disoriented by anything ranging from bad ladies to UFOs with lasers; and it was a new time/age of things of Selfie-lifestyle comforts challenged by random crime and/or terrorism...and it moved Amlan, Slovak-Algerian idealist and hard-thinking law-abiding thinker of things of democrats, to think of why the 'mythos' of man linked to the need for making stories (simply)...touchdown. How would he fare now (for know)?

"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)