Streets of Ladders (Photo)

Veteran sage cop man Amlan takes on wild/unreliable trainee-rookie Marcus in an American city 'rich' with chance energies of accident/weakness.

Injecting this streets-crimes adventure noir in-between my Green Hornet capitalism-honors trilogy for your pre-Valentine's weekend, loosely-inspired by Training Day (Ethan Hawke). Happy Valentine's (thanks for reading), 

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

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Amlan knew his work as a nerdist-policeman patrolling the dark city-streets of his American Homeland pocket had reached high levels of experience/laurels driven Selfie-consciousness now that he'd grown older and felt pensive about his hard-career as a man of authority and crime-control intelligence before deciding to take-on his new rookie Asian upstart cop-guy (Marcus) who had a sort of wild-youthfulness to him and immediately began to chuckle at seasoned Amlan's eyeglasses of face (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Young Marcus, I've been working on a special gems-case linked to etc.

MARCUS: Etc., old-sage man?

AMLAN: Yes, young Marcus...some banks and court offices of bad kingdom, lad.

MARCUS: Maybe I wanna get in on such 'action-hyperbole' for the gritty, ha.

AMLAN: Damn, young Marcus has the tenor-brain of things potentially corrupt.

MARCUS: Yes, I get that, old-cop man..."young thrill-cop ends up rad-danger."

AMLAN: Could I be wrong there, young Marcus (hmmm)?

MARCUS: You strike me as a fan of The Untouchables (Sean Connery).

AMLAN: You fan of Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese), young Marcus (Facebook-like)?

Unfortunately, for old-sage cop man Amlan, this first-day of training young/wild/unpredictable/dangerous rookie-cop trainee Marcus ended in Amlan's tragic street-death, post-error of Marcus going wild and out and out-of-bounds just to get-in on a street inter-gang crossfire heating-up 'incident' that made Marcus feel that young-rad tenor-mind to get 'chummy' with the bad-guys. At the funeral, Amlan's police-chief said a eulogy for vet-Amlan...and Marcus listened, whispering to one of his American station peer-cops (perhaps a future partner-replacement). This wasn't Facebook-like (for the Ego).

MARCUS: This priest delivering the cop-funeral prayer-sermon is all religion.

DAVID: Many cops here think you're to-blame for good Amlan's tragic demise!

MARCUS: Don't get loose-talkie, Officer David...you might replace Amlan, no?

DAVID: You and I partners, perhaps for this gems-case that hypnotized Amlan?

MARCUS: What the Hell was that case anyways, David (hmmm)?

DAVID: Something with prostitutes and city-officials (dunno)...up to the Chief.

MARCUS: Amlan was like Sitting-Bull, Officer David...damn, this prayer's good.

DAVID: Cop-funerals (always) invoke something quiet; we'll see the future.

MARCUS: Facebook-like.

"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)