Brothers-Weight: A Chicago Woodwind

Can a reformed Catholic seek escape from the Windy-underworld despite his twin's 'agenda' for more flighty-doubt?

A twins-adaptation of that iconic streets-underworld Romanticism tragedy gem Carlito's Way (Brian De Palma), which I think you'll like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of 'fanfiction' offers no ties to the referenced work of inspiration and all images/references used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' review). 

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AMLAN: I maybe am (still!) your twin/brother, but I want out of the Hell's kitchens!

AJAY: Look, I've got a diner, diamond, and doughnut business now; not just dope.

AMLAN: Chicago's dangerous and I'm out post-sentence for that smuggling-chess!
AJAY: I'll take you under my Windy-wing; we'll invest in Bulls/Bears; Selfie-like.

AMLAN: Twin, I know of your street-prestige Hell for these bank-heist swaps (IQ).

AJAY: You don't have to be likened to me, brother; I've got overground assets now!

AMLAN: Geez, brother; it does seem to you this is not a Halloween Day smarts.

AJAY: We make this Halloween heist with you as a new customer for Ion-co. gossip!

AMLAN: Then I snatch Gail and fly-away to Brussels with earned vigilante-crap, eh?

AJAY: I've got all the bonds/treasures/sweets sealed for Chicago; post-jail time.

AMLAN: You're making a stranger family-business (law?).

AJAY: Facebook-like!

BARON ION: Me thinks the Brothers-Weight (company) seek O'Hare (flightplan).

ASSOCIATE: We'll station gargoyles pre-placement of any insurance IQ at O'Hare.

BARON ION: Blood-diamonds for rogue street-arms in the UK is my clean-agenda!

ASSOCIATE: And you and we and we'll all do just fine; the twins are Romantics, sir.

BARON ION: Chicago's leviathan...fine.

GAIL: Waffles, Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: Ajay's flying with us, but he's not in on the eatery-drive (promises!).

GAIL: I could remain a Windy-waitress, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I didn't depart from jail-time to leave you...somewhere.

GAIL: Damn...this is a 'mark' for leviathan (surely).

AMLAN: Not without doubt (we'll succeed/fly).

GAIL: Cool (Selfie-like).

BARON ION: How'd they fly from O'Hare (with that heroine)?

ASSOCIATE: There was some locker-box placement in the sub-station pre-O'Hare!

BARON ION: Sounds-dialysis for leviathan in Windy-City (Chicago) watches (damn).

ASSOCIATE: It's good eco-prestige for vigilante 'veil' for our street-cleanup, sir!

BARON ION: Good (the last castle).

ASSOCIATE: Facebook-like!

Amlan made it to Brussels (Belgium!), with Gail (his 'Rapunzel') of Chicago (wow). Ajay went there too, after them, but he vanished. Amlan had to wonder if Ajay fell into some jewel box 'end-zone' created by the Ion-co. from the Windy-City, while he (Amlan!) enjoyed (with some Catholic sigh) Paris Games (TV) with his honey. This was a tale of incomplete-bureaucracy arts...for escapism hate...even for a 'reformed' Catholic (like Mr. Amlan Satan).

"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)