Tower-Bound

A Story by Abishai100

Can 'sporting' heroics in a city-tower (Xmas-party) offer Amlan/Raki a special 'image' for a Homeland deed, during a capitalism-hostage diet (for disaster)?

A 'bright' Xmas-season adaptation of the original/thrilling urban-tower adventure 'classic' we remember loving on HBO-TV (remember?), Die Hard (John McTiernan). Hope you like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the reference film of inspiration and all images used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression of creativity (for 'open' comparisons).

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AMLAN: I'm bringing you to my ex-wife's city-tower Xmas-party with my card.

RAKI: She knows we've been best-pals since Dartmouth; maybe unwise for love?

AMLAN: I'm getting her back, and she never disliked you, Raki; I've a gift for Ted.

RAKI: Your son.

AMLAN: She's got/earned custody, Raki.

RAKI: Cool, a Bowl-memory trophy-item, Stafford/Rams.

AMLAN: Too bad it's the Lions who might get to the Bowl this American year.

RAKI: What's the party (ex-wife)?

AMLAN: Something diamond/ads Xmas-stuff; sports-media (bureaucracy).

RAKI: Cool she invited you/us (ok).

College-grad pals, now working with (Interpol-relation?) covert blood-diamond IQ work in North America, Amlan/Raki, decided to trek to the tower-party (Xmas) with some diamond-art marketing 'chess' in the Homeland, and Amlan, as you know, sought to reconcile with his ex-wife at the company party that season (Tandy) and hoped there's be no 'incomplete-distances' to American sanity for some Romanticism-injection, paired (sweetly) with a sportsmanship-token item for Tandy (and social media friendly photo-synthesis?).

AMLAN: Well, I'm thinking of becoming a patriot-comics writer, quitting IQ.

RAKI: I might join you (and Tandy?); take to Miami (beach) and be surf-teacher.

AMLAN: Hopefully, this tower-party for Xmas will offer Facebook-comfort.

RAKI: Don't worry...America always has traffic/pedestrian smiliies for life (ha).

Well, despite the good intent, Amlan/Raki had to be sharp-formed, for this Xmas-season tower-city party for Tandy was wed to a dark-side event, as a gang of blood-diamond operational pirate-terrorists, led by a marshal of Hell whom Amlan referred (loosely) to as the 'Creeper' (some horror-film reference!), infiltrated the guest-list as security-complement personnel sent by the Ion-company (right) and enjoyed some chicken-pot pie.

AMLAN: You look great.

TANDY: I don't trust you (more).

AMLAN: Gift the card to Ted (for me); Rams, Super Bowl, diamonds.

TANDY: You're not drunk, cop.

AMLAN: Champagne/pie suffices (Happy Xmas).

RAKI: This party is wonderful; the personnel/guests reflect the pro-level IQ.

GUEST/EXECUTIVE: You came here with your cop-pal (Amlan)?

RAKI: He's reconciling with Tandy (ex-wife), ha.

GUEST/EXECUTIVE: Our company prides itself on diamond-associations for chess.

RAKI: Excellence in an age of darkness, very good.

GUEST/EXECUTIVE: We need the 'loose' Xmas-media text for possible Bowl-ads.

RAKI: Wow, which diamond-company's got the 'maxi' to get to the Super Bowl?

GUEST/EXECUTIVE: Since 9/11, we all 'tremor' with commerce-tracks/deeds.
RAKI: Damn (bureaucracy).

When the gang of vampires, marshaled by the pirate-terrorist Amlan nicknamed the Creeper revealed themselves (slowly) as hijacking experts from Belgium and placed their explosives in varied places while holding the guests in the main-room of the tower Xmas event hostage, Amlan/Raki sneaked away quietly after Amlan slipped Tandy a small-handgun (in her jacket-pocket).

CREEPER: Don't fool us or try to be heroics in this taken tower, guests of heaven.

TANDY: I'm the exec-rep for your diplomacy/negotiation; you want our diamonds.

CREEPER: I assure you, lady-hawk, we're not from some pulp-comics tale for iQ.

TANDY: We've a special vault-room where we keep our exports/imports, man.

CREEPER: Ha, I know that, Tandy; this will make for cinema-fanfiction (now).
TANDY: Just be cool; keep your 'personnel' and disguised guests calm (for us).

CREEPER: I get this 'nasty' sensation you're the wife of a cop or something.

TANDY: Nah, just a fan of vampire-films and adventure-composure (capitalism).

CREEPER: Good (for me).

Amlan sneaked into the elevator-shaft in a bag-mask he procured at the party, to make his face unknown so Tandy wouldn't be able to expose him were he captured (immediately) and tried to climb up the ropes to levels to find the stationed minions of Creeper who'd been keeping explosives as hostage-warrants should the cops or SWAT arrive and took-out 4 of the 10 minions before Raki used his mobile to text him, "Getting to vault-room for Tandy-vision; here's to escalator-death."

CREEPER: You're some video-game nut, eh?
RAKI: I've procured a flare-gun, Creeper.

CREEPER: You claim you're a vault-expert, Mr. Raki?
RAKI: I open the vault for you...you give me Tandy.

CREEPER: Super-deal, for your post-deed home-entertainment cyber-memoir.

RAKI: Good (for social media).

As Raki used his 'uncanny' acumen to detect the lock-break 'sounds' while fiddling (almost perfectly) with a long pin to crack open the main-lock (after Creeper's 'associate' destabilized the computer-security systems inside the tower), and he managed to get the vault-open, exposing over $20M in blood-diamond storages, that Tandy didn't know of during the exchanges/trades made by her company hosting the party, but Creeper did.

CREEPER: Didn't realize your employer's a blood-diamond fatso, ok?

TANDY: The heroes will keep the right-memoir for the day, bad-guy.

CREEPER: I'm already on the way-out (now); you're safe with Mr. Raki here.

TANDY: I get a 'funny' sense my hero-knight is somewhere to intercept your hell.

CREEPER: Wow, sounds (almost) famous (like social media for Halloween!).

Creeper 'snatched' the treasures (insurance-items) from the company-tower vault after Raki got it open (conveniently) for him and moved to the roof with his surviving minions (5 in all!) to await the copter about to pick them up, some 'borrowed' news vehicle. However, Amlan showed up there, with a flare-gun and in his bag-mask, with a special message for the Homeland pirate-terrorist with a "Brussels-sprout retirement" package view for bad-capitalism insurance.

AMLAN: Yo, I'm your worst nightmare, Creeper-guy.

CREEPER: How'd you get-up here, with that costume (and all), as a guest?

AMLAN: Maybe I was an invited cop.

CREEPER: Yeah, maybe you're Tandy's invited cop-husband, bad friend!

AMLAN: Deal --- you jump off the edge before I shoot a flare into your ride.

CREEPER: After my vault-success (for social media)?

AMLAN: You know the sanity of the 'exile' offer...bad for 'worldly' reputation.

CREEPER: Damn you, Cop-Man.

When Creeper's ride arrived, he waged Amlan wouldn't use his flare and skulked inside his escape-copter with his remaining minions, 4 now after 1 fell off the edge while trying to wrestle with 'Cop-Man' (Amlan), but when the copter-pilot tried to aim/shoot his handgun at Amlan, the hero-of-the-day had no choice (now) but to shoot his flare-gun in self-defense, offering the (real) news-vehicles nearby a shot of some (chess-excellence) in post-9/11 era Homeland traffic/confidence 'beryl' spin-management (wow).

RAKI: Tale of this city is memoir for Xmas-reconciliation and terrorism-divinity.

TANDY: I love you, Amlan.

AMLAN: You too?