Skyscraper: Twin (Elf)

Portrait of skyscraper darkness and invader-shield requisitions for twins for an Xmas 'event' of Earth realm 'qualia' for leviathan/uncertainty.

A world adventure/thriller yarn (fiction). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretation). 

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AMLAN: We're good twins, though thinking oppositely for skyscraper-security.

AJAY: You're invited to your wife's Xmas-gala at this tower while serving, ha.

AMLAN: Ezzy and I had falling-out, and she's talking of being a waitress now!

AJAY: Quitting her lucrative worldly-cosmo position to be a lowly waitress?

AMLAN: Says she wants to write a book about cooking...way advanced mind.

AJAY: She's way ahead (ha)...you excited about this security language (tower)?

AMLAN: We do the work we're assigned to, brother...no questions (security).

AJAY: Just trying to make light of your emotion-weariness (I can hear it).

AMLAN: Cool (Facebook-like).

Ezzy invited Amlan and his twin/brother, securities siblings, to serve as her company's 'official' Xmas-party security duo for incomplete-arts of Earth realm city defenses in this time of terrorism 'jitters' of the heart, given their marriage had been astray/strained and required some good work for trust-boost. Amlan felt divorce was in the loom, and he anticipated work would get him through this Xmas season through event choreography/duty/labors/prayer. That's just what the twins would need...they'd need solid prayer (Facebook-like).

ENDYMION: I know you two are the twins behind this skyscraper-exercise!

AMLAN/AJAY: What do you want, Martian?
ENDYMION: You need not believe I'm a Martian; all you need is my omen(s).

AMLAN/AJAY: What do you want, Martian?
ENDYMION: Find the bombs I hid and save the party for media-hype, fools.

AMLAN/AJAY: Some game challenge for your personal arrogance, Martian?

ENDYMION: If you succeed, and your Babel-tower stands, you'll see news!

AMLAN/AJAY: If we fail, Martian?

ENDYMION: Hey, hey, hey...securities Earth's share (Facebook-like).

The twins triumphed. The bombs were methodically discovered and eventually disarmed, thanks to Ajay's funny-sense of wires/parts for diffusion of mechanized 'things' of darkness (wow). Amlan sensed the placement of the bombs would be in his wife's skyscraper elevator-shafts, given the Martian invader's eerie languages of high-motion midways (hmmm). Afterwards, Amlan and Ezzy chatted when he visited her at his eatery, post-divorce.

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AMLAN: Thai food experiment(s)?
EZZY: You read my blog, love.
AMLAN: You look...happier.
EZZY: You and your twin...were great.
AMLAN: Cool; you'll find a new life (altogether!).
EZZY: I know it...that Babel-tower was darkness that night.
AMLAN: Forget it, it was just a psycho-position (all's well).
EZZY: I have to chat with that cute food-critic, love.
AMLAN: Farewell, ex-wife (Facebook-like).
EZZY: Thanx again...Earth's share.

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"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)