Amlan: Windy Thorax

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of world/streets mercenary image and sentimentalism for a real bad sport hero, in this Luc Besson film-fanfiction for Earthling jitters.

The Professional (epic!) adaptation/fanfiction. Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie adaptation contains images/references with no ties to the referenced film of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translation).

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AMLAN: Thanx for this gig/image, friend.

LUIGI: You're the best invisible-man the Windy City do not know!

AMLAN: So, this new assignment for mercenary image involves evil woman.

LUIGI: You know you can only make that sounds affably like chuckles, Amlan.

AMLAN: I'm to invade her empire and make terrorism-mockery for arson?

LUIGI: She makes off with insurance, but her underworld gem-aura is gone!

AMLAN: Who's the employer, friend?

LUIGI: The men from Heaven call me and I call you...no knowledge (no?).

AMLAN: Good job (Facebook-like).

Amlan enjoyed his last platter of Windy City pizza and took the case assigned to make a fire and take-out gargoyles positioned as 'guardians' in the American Homeland city for the evil empress of underworld gems and crimes and insurance paranoia (the Baroness). He was a skilled and quiet Algerian-American immigrant/citizen and news-stand worker and part-time mercenary for his 'informed' buddy at a pizza-dive (Luigi) to harness the skills he acquired growing up on the streets in Algiers (damn). This was Selfie-like.

BARONESS: Someone stole from my antiques and then my gun-merchant?

ASSOCIATE: The Windy City is primed for stranger insurance hyperbole now?

BARONESS: Has Luigi found some men from Heaven (in black) to clean USA?

ASSOCIATE: I doubt anyone's the examination for your papers/bonds, evil one.

BARONESS: Thanx (Facebook-like).

KITANA: I always come to your news-stand and you always offer me a candy.

AMLAN: You're 12 years old, and lovely...but I'm a quiet-man with no work!

KITANA: I bet you're a hitman, Amlan (ha).

AMLAN: Why you shaking?

KITANA: Baroness is after me.

AMLAN: Who's Baroness, Kitana?

KITANA: My dad's a criminal lawyer (or something).

AMLAN: I know someone in Princeton...I'll send you there after my mission.

KITANA: Mission, Amlan?
AMLAN: No questions...I'm making cyber-preps to leave town (Selfie-like).

KITANA: Thanx (Facebook-like).

Now, who'd think Amlan, a 'professional' of USA, would hide in some inner-city Windy-City haven of incomplete-distances readings of all that'd become Earthling 'confidence' for happy quiet life in a smoky modern 'universe' of invisible crimes of darkness (hmmm)? Well, he found a 12-year old 'damsel' to mail-away to safety from the claws of Baroness and set out to complete his little (cute?) mission for Luigi, for real estate value!

LUIGI: All I know Amlan's gone and he left this Bears QB football card for us.

ASSOCIATE: I was an associate of the Baroness and was promptly fired!

LUIGI: The men from Heaven call me...and Amlan's just a stranger (past).

ASSOCIATE: Maybe he's dead...Chicago-like.

Amlan did die, but not before he completed his Windy-dominion mission to great successes. Kitana reached Princeton safely, and Baroness' dark aura was (eventually) diluted (wow). Luigi would remember this 'professional' man as an angel of God and the Baroness as a passing neo-hell face of bad magazine talk (for leviathan/uncertainty).

KITANA: Amlan gave me these school boxes for my new art life/vision.

TEACHER: We're happy to have you as a special case here in Princeton, girl.

KITANA: Thanx (Facebook-like).

REPORT: The fire cause is still a smoke, and Baroness seems unable to respond to varied press/media 'jitters' concerning incomplete-distances readings of diamonds/insurance/arson...and gossip flies some of her associates were found shot or dead (maybe even burned to ash!)...whatever the bound-Rationalism here is, Windy-City's (all) jardinieres (for leviathan/uncertainty).

What would we make of a 'professional' (like Amlan)? Was he an angel of God? Luigi would always miss him and keep telling his friends/associates that he made it all the way to Brussels to retire to open a waffle-dive under a new/assumed name (or alias!). After all, Earthlings always found field goals for the hospitality 'cleats' of inventive (folk!) photography.