Chicago's Diamond-Arms

A Story by Abishai100

Tale of a Windy-City hero deed linked to a diamond-insurance street 'talk' concerning a modern Homeland administration (for all).

A Chicago heart-adventure about diamonds and hyperbole, drawing on the city-adventurism and crime-noir 'paranoia' themes/imagery from the iconic/epic American film Heat (Michael Mann). Thanks for reading!

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie fanfiction has no ties with the city of Chicago or any real-world story/event and all images used herein are open for any/all storytellers (for reviews).

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The world was gauged by forms of great Earth-pocket intrigue, marked by various forms of social media culture 'friendly' folk images and storyboards, and the new 'color' of socialized intrigue in the underground concerned the detectives of blood-diamond smugglers-traffic from 'conflict-zones' of gem-mining by warlords in Sierra Leone (Africa). This is a tale about such Earth-troubles bridging to the modern Windy-City of humanity.

Two buddies, from Dartmouth (USA), decided to perform a little daring 'chess' deed message against a North American blood-diamond baron/investor (Ion) tying the continental highways between Sierra Leone and Chicago, and the two 'gents' of the American Homeland (Amlan/Marcus) conferred about the profit-intelligence programs veiling gem-insurance markets, offering wealth-handshakes for those who sought subversion of the overground capitalism-race headmasters (hmm).

AMLAN: There's a special examination for Chicago's diamond-arms in this time of piracy.

MARCUS: Excellence; we'll network on social-media with chats about gem-insurance (first).

AMLAN: To be feeling like journal-writers of insurance, we've got to 'link' with fortune-nerdists.

MARCUS: Sure; in fact, me thinks this Ion will transport his African-stones in trucks.

AMLAN: Excellence; this is the time to use water-guns filled with acid, Marcus.

MARCUS: As long as we 'look' like Robin Hood's Merry-Men minds, we'll link with scholarship.

Chicago (Windy-City/USA) had been a long-history 'town' of crime-and-law lore and since the days of the Untouchables and through other 'ages' of street-chatter intrigue/chess, this city developed into the 'kitchen' of Earth's special fortune-headmasters (or pirates!). That's what drew Ion to this place for a storage of 'insured' African-diamonds for a capitalism-race extraction of all that'd otherwise been considered 'sacred' in the fortune-world overground (for all).

AMLAN: You must be the loveliest lady in all of this Windy-City's eateries, Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: I dunno how 'comfy' I am you calling me by my duty-tag alias, Amlan.

AMLAN: I've got a friend who'll sit here to order drinks for a very special alibi.

ESMERELDA ('Ezzy'): Are you Interpol-relation (or something) now?
AMLAN: Maybe...but I wasn't dishonest about my vision (of you).

Marcus was very worried that his partner in this Robin Hood deed-chess game was suddenly tied in his heart to a 'lovely' lady-hawk of Chicago while they choreographed this special 'examination' of capitalism-race super-vision, but Amlan had to insist to his trusted friend that this was a 'vision' of paradise and that he'd leave the Windy-City with Esmerelda once the armored-truck heist with toy water-rifles filled with acid was achieved for a social-media city-message concerning the character world of insured-diamonds storytelling and heist/crime paranoia (wow).

ESMERELDA: How'd you achieve this deed (for Interpol-relation), my prince?
AMLAN: Who cares...don't you love this visit to the Chicago's museum (art)?

ESMERELDA ('Ezzy'): Sure; but I wonder about the news I hear the other day (Ion).

AMLAN: Baron Ion's left town with the sureness that insurance is best outside Chicago.

ESMERELDA: I get this 'funny-art' feeling you may be the Robin Hood man in question.

AMLAN: Because of Marcus...nah, he's just my cohort for journalism (social-media).

ESMERELDA: Where we headed after this art-museum honeymoon, my prince?
AMLAN: Brussels-sprouts...we'll have a son (someday), and I'll get him watercolors.

EZZY: Cool (alright).

Amlan/Marcus pulled off the acid-gun heist of Ion's blood-diamonds from the Windy-City armored truck with the 'insured' gems headed to the fed/bank before Amlan departed for his Euro-life (with 'Ezzy') for whom he'd procure a very 'lovely' warrior-princess video-game art-print (Mortal Kombat) that would capture his newfound 'examination' for capitalism-race superstitions. Chicago breathed a sigh of relief as this Merry-Man 'deed' reflected a media-culture super-vision for a Homeland 'story' of a pure highness (ha).