Cop/Thief {Watch}

Twins separated and grown into opposing view in the American Homeland city, e-chat about thorns, law-life, ninja darkness, and the 'translation' of Earth.

A cop-thief epic yarn, drawn from varied media/comics. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., blood-diamonds) and is a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translation). 

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AJAY: So thanx for this consensual secret email exchange, adversary.

AMLAN: Thanx.

AJAY: So, you've been a thief (diamonds, eco-capitalism nonsense) since when?

AMLAN: You're my twin/brother, so you should sense it (no?).

AJAY: Amlan-man, I'm a policeman of this American city; I don't sense you!

AMLAN: Right.

AJAY: Enjoy it?

AMLAN: Eco-capitalism?

AJAY: Selfie-like.

AMLAN: What made you a cop, brother?
AJAY: You!

AMLAN: Seriously?

AJAY: No, I remember you used to play with ants as a kid (Algiers).

AMLAN: You used to chase butterflies, without threat (yeah).

AJAY: I guess it was some intelligence for explosive thorn sensation.

AMLAN: Thorns and bombs, eh?

AJAY: You became a thief to practice some ninja escapism for art.

AMLAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

AJAY: You like sunglasses you posted online.

AMLAN: You don't?
AJAY: I wear regulars.

AMLAN: Cool.

AJAY: Swapped some rumored blood-gems for glass-toys.

AMLAN: Eco-capitalism insurance talk for pals.

AJAY: Smugglers-roads into North America from Africa (unknown!).

AMLAN: Life's a pirate game for the bad thieves.

AJAY: You're their Savior.

AMLAN: Sure (photo-synthesis!).

AJAY: Good (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Fan of Victor Hugo?
AJAY: Sure...you are?

AMLAN: I like some of the characters...heroes under grey-hair.

AJAY: You feel like them.

AMLAN: Why not...life's an island (ok).

AJAY: Have a lady-friend in this town, brother?

AMLAN: She might not like my masks (eco-capitalism).

AJAY: What, you don't tell her you like comic books?

AMLAN: I like Green-Hornet (ok).

AJAY: I like autumn/winter trees, losing leaves.

AMLAN: Balding!

AJAY: Life's thorns and bombs, right.

AMLAN: Ever get into 'heat' with Internal Affairs, brother?

AJAY: Never (ok).

AMLAN: I like trees...they remind me of the helmets of Earth.

AJAY: That's cold (ninja!).

AJAY: I like Sunday a.m. drives in my police truck.

AMLAN: You almost caught me on that Saturday a.m. heist of the gem-store.

AJAY: Diamonds are forever.

AMLAN: Just cause/effect!

AJAY: No interest in consulting for the police as a thievery/securities consultant?

AMLAN: Promises...thorns and auto-focus (hmmm).

AJAY: Scared of ghosts?
AMLAN: I was dating a lady who comitted suicide, brother.

AJAY: Saw her ghost!

AMLAN: No; but I think of innocence threatened by treasure-islands.

AJAY: You're the Savior.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (art).

AMLAN: I'm dating a waitress in this town, but I'm not telling you who.

AJAY: Sounds-dialysis for leviathan, right?

AMLAN: I'm not Peter Pan.

AJAY: I'm not Elliot Ness (for ya).

AMLAN: She likes me.

AJAY: What's the problem...leave town...go to Brussels?

AMLAN: Maybe that's what I should do, Ajay Satan.

AJAY: Facebook-like.

AJAY: Can I mail you a gift/toy...for your waitress' son?

AMLAN: You guessed my lady's divorced/single-mom, brother?

AJAY: I can sense it!

AMLAN: You?
AJAY: I'm engaged to be married (Ms. Shirley Katic).

AMLAN: Bond-girl, eh?
AJAY: Sure.

AMLAN: Thanx for this long e-chat, Ajay Satan (ha).

AJAY: Thorns and bombs (send me that mailing-address for the gift).

AMLAN: Auto-focus (maybe).

"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)