Professional: Boston/Town

Adaptation of the mod-classic Luc Besson photo-graphic gem of city-vigilance and maniac-cop/merc sensitivity for Earthling cleats of leviathan.

A 'bright' Summer seasons fanfiction of that 'uncanny' streets-graphic poetry-assassins story Leon: The Professional (Luc Besson), which I hope you like, 

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AMLAN: Ajay, I know you're a respected 'overground' police-ace, but you're evil!
AJAY: As your twin-brother, I know you're pro-hitman merc; I can smell it (Boston).

AMLAN: This town's not big-enough for the two of us here and now, brother!

AJAY: You're calm, collected, a marksman; I remember our childhood (Algiers).

AMLAN: I've a new view for life post-rescue of this little-lady from a mafia-house!

AJAY: I've my police-goons stationed around your 'hostel-station' (Inn-Express), ha.

AMLAN: Facebook-like?

Ajay, the unscrupulous drug-addicted New England police man of his precinct, hunted his twin (Amlan) who'd become a sharp and affable Parmalat-drinking merc-for-hire who'd recently swept-away an entire rival mafia-gargoyle force inside an apartment complex tied to some blood-diamonds and narcotics for rogue arms profits in the UK, but out of that Inferno came Mathilda, Amlan's new ward for guardianship and view for retirement as a daddy...in Brussels/Belgium (Selfie-like).

What would (or could) Amlan, the professional-merc man, do now, out of his surrounded hostel-station (Inn-Express) in Boston-town, sitting inside, in an unmarked room, with his beloved rescued little-lady damsel of New England (Mathilda), as Ajay prowled around the parking-lot with his signals communications with the police bands going basically room-to-room to see which one Amlan broke into to hide-out to somehow get himself and Mathilda out (wow)? The concierge assured unscrupulous maniac-cop Ajay that the 'hostel' was at the town's disposal for this excavation of a 'known' radical (Ajay's 'evil' twin).

AMLAN: Go running down the halls shouting, "There's a girl screaming in a room!"

MATHILDA: What will you do?

AMLAN: I'll be inside the room you identify and claim I'm committing suicide.

MATHILDA: What if they break into your room like a SWAT-team, Amlan daddy?

AMLAN: You've my $2M in your shoes; take bus to the Boarding School; find life.

MATHILDA: I don't wanna escape...without my new daddy!

AMLAN: This is the only way to truth, Mathilda; I'll crawl out my room-window.

Amlan did crawl-out his Inn-Express room-window but Ajay was waiting for him in the parking-lot and spotted him. He quietly/privately/secretly/invisibly put his 'evil' twin in his car and sped-away with him without informing any of the police force still inside the Inn-Express determining their next-move (damn). However, while in the car, headed to some certainly evil position where Ajay would just shoot Amlan, his own brother, like a dog, and speed his car into the police station with a C4 explosive int he trunk, Amlan whispered to his brother, "I sent a letter to the Boston-town mayor that you're part of some 9/11 terrorist 'gang' agenda to blow up the police-station on behalf of a terrible blood-diamond operation, my brother!"

AMLAN: Life's a 9/11 video, my twin (ha).

AJAY: Damn you.

"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)