Kleinfeld

A narrative about political infiltration with modern network fears but with a surprising 'twist' of romantic dimension.

A blood-diamond political thriller told as a first-person narrative about 'underworld depression' and loosely-inspired by the diary Western film Carlito's Way. Hope you like it, 

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My name's Amlan Satan (code-name: Storm-Shadow), and I operate overground as a jewelry-merchant in Brussels (Belgium) and Belfast (Northern Ireland) and double underground as co-captain of the Foreign Irish Republican Army (F-IRA), infiltrating blood-diamond piracy routes from British Columbia to Northern Ireland (UK) destabilizing overground commerce talks between Sinn Fein and Parliament necessary for modern commercial store-building in sectarian-troubled Belfast.

Now, I use the overground merchant ID-veiled passport-named 'Kleinfeld' in managing my special jewelry business in Brussels/Belfast, so no one but my Interpol-relations allies know of my double-life as the blood-diamond infiltration-expert Storm-Shadow.

I'm planning a raid of a Brussels blood-diamond bank safe-box belonging to the corrupt Euro-baron Goldfinger, and I intend to walk in, claiming I'm an Interpol-relations 'defector' clothed as a neo-terrorist and holding a furry rabbit doll which contains in the back-seam a small water-gun (filled with acid!) and toy diamonds. I need special access to the safe-box area where Goldfinger keeps his blood-diamonds and am escorted by the quiet guardsman who, along with the manager, takes me to the safe-box area and helps me give the aura that I'm some kind of intelligence-official doing a safe-box re-evaluation.

Now, I studied in the Ivy League and became versed in political paradigm parallels regarding economics-methodology to governance reorientation in troubled nations (India/Ireland) in the 20th Century, which is where/when I gained my 'academic inspiration' to become Storm-Shadow with Interpol-relations.

Some say I was the inspiration for the film Blood Diamond, but nothing is confirmed/certain! However, right now, I need access to the Brussels bank safe-box to use my acid-gun in my rabbit-doll to burn a hole into Goldfinger's diamond storage and switch his blood-diamonds with the toy diamonds stuffed in my rabbit-doll. Goldfinger will be required for a media-draw comment about how piracy-gem traffic from British Columbia to Northern Ireland will create new waves regarding journalism about global gem-distances.

I left a small reactive plastic device in the lobby of the neighboring building to draw in Brussels police to create distraction/time for my blood-diamond heist to go through without attention from authorities and thereby prevent the escorting bank guardsman/manager from alerting the distracted authorities who're busy with this small fire-duty.

I've pre-recorded the intent/plan of this Goldfinger media-draw regarding piracy-traffic threatening commerce talks in UK Parliament for inter-religious socioeconomics coops/improvements for my Interpol-relations records about blood-diamond interventions required for new era diagrams about global capitalism management in this post-9/11 era (for public records).

I take the Brussels metro after walking out the bank with Goldfinger's $20M blood-diamonds stuffed in my rabbit-doll, and the manager will inform the baron that his burnt-open safe-box now contains some mysterious Interpol-relations stored toy diamonds for some commentary about highway dilemmas.

GOLDFINGER: My diamonds are absolutely undoubted/clear, and they're insured, and I know nothing of Belfast piracy woes.

I take in a YouTube classic Euro-soccer video between Spain and Brazil and think of the glory-days when social activities/venues weren't threatened by anti-globalism terrorism, when we're all thinking of media-reaches into commercial vanities that are quite safe/secure!

After transferring some of my Goldfinger-assets at an Interpol-relations station in Belgium, I use my assets for a Pandora-visit in Brussels after creating a special underground Zurich account for F-IRA and Parliament records.

BELFAST GAZETTE: Sectarian woes are long-weary, and now piracy concerns (blood-diamonds) threaten peace-commerce.

I'm in the clear, and my Brussels-mission is complete/successful, and I've decided to take some time-off to buy some jewelry and enjoy coffees/books at a Brussels cafe before traveling back to the UK. As the overground jewelry-merchant 'Kleinfeld' in Europe and North America, I have special access to society-dollars as a 'nerdist' of commercial dress!

Secretly, I long for days of no more political intrigue/dangers and 9/11 worries behind me, after all. I take some of my newly-customized jewelry to the Brussels cafe and am sitting and reading Peter Pan when I notice a beautiful woman, Shelley, who might be stirring these secret daydreams to leave behind my lawyer-and-infiltration 'associates' for a life earned for simple commercial destiny.

SHELLEY: You have the look of a James Bond in Belgium, good sir.
KLEINFELD (Me!): You strike me as a 'face' in the crowd, Shelley!

SHELLEY: You're flirting with me but with a tone of reticent hauntedness.
KLEINFELD: I'm thinking of retiring and finding a life of peace and love!
SHELLEY: So, you're a hippie of some kind, then, eh?
KLEINFELD: Well, you've certainly 'dread-locked' my fears of diamonds.

Will I succeed in completing this 'James Bond' life of blood-diamond underground worries and find that 'hippie' sense of sanity and peace that Shelley recognized in my brain? I wonder if this story of modern infiltration is really a 'journal' of demo-distancing. What do you think?

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)