A WonderTown

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of 'inventions' in betrayal/vigilantism in Boston-town surrounding a future-dream of Euro-media/capitalism (for shoe-shine!).

A bright vignette very loosely inspired by The Town (Ben Affleck). Thanks for reading,

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AMLAN: This vigilante-deed for bloody-gems accents our Wonderland.

EZZY: As long as your 'chess' view's clean for escape, I'm with you.

AMLAN: Brussels-sprout eatery venture for a future-world ideation!

EZZY: Good for social media (culture).

Mr. Satan (Amlan) marched into a Boston bank holding (Ion-company) conflict-zone gems (rumored to be smuggled from Sierra Leone) and used bathroom-made HCL inserted into a theater-prop water-gun accenting his costume for Halloween in New England for a 'stunt' about bank-box photo stunt for insurance commentary (for Interpol-relation eyes?) and walked out with $20M for an exchange/commission of this vigilante-deed in Boston that would enhance the Wonderland folk-company (Belgium) created by Ezzy (his cop-girlfriend). Was this good for social media, or treasure-insurance paranoia (for the Ego)?

BANK MANAGER: We thought this 'stunt' (claimed to be prepaid and orchestrated by Ion's rival) was some street-insurance commentary designed to create diamond-hyperbole we didn't want to 'wet' our feet with and simply conceived of as some (future) perhaps (Interpol-relation?) intercontinental smugglers-highways photo-graphics (for materialism-readings).

Now, Amlan had just 1 month to get his stuff together, close-up his comics-shop (cyber) and fly to Brussels with Ezzy. He'd made the Interpol-relation examination-eye 'deed' for blood-diamond corruption inquiry and cleared his own hands, posing as a theater-man with Ezzy as his 'mock-hostage' policewoman (wow). Boston would never (ever) be the same, and Ezzy joked she'd became Amlan's special 'Lady of the Lake' in this capitalism-game of wit(s) and social media (or chess).

BARON ION: You've arrived to offer me a sports-treasure for insurance?
AMLAN: A Wade Boggs (Bostonian!) rookie-card for social-media, baron.

BARON ION: You've no tie with that theater-act by some rival company?

AMLAN: Hey, I'm on my way to Belgium to open a restaurant with Ezzy.

BARON ION: The policewoman?

AMLAN: Nice mansion, Ion.

BARON ION: Just the 'lair' for treasure-island exhibition(s), Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Good for social media.

EZZY: You gifted this bad-guy a Boggs trophy?
AMLAN: I have a replica/mint; it was a deed for cleaning prestige.

EZZY: Somehow, they don't seem to believe in Robin Hood these days.

AMLAN: Forget it, Ezzy...it's Boston-town.

EZZY: Good for social media (ok).

What would this 'Wonderland' company complementing Amlan's restaurant enterprise (Brussels) become, following their 'harrowing' escapist-tale, you maybe ask? Before he left, Mr. Satan broke into the Fenway locker-safe area and swapped some of Ion-company (stored/insured) items with some valuable gems with the note reading, "Ion-company rival theater for insurance deeds are 'clean' and even the Boston police cheer this baseball-town for its bureaucracy...so don't pursue (further) treasure-island matches (for social media)."

EZZY: There's no tie with me and the costumed-deed day?

AMLAN: Nah...the bad-baron thinks some rival played shift-chess.

EZZY: You mean, working 'inside' the bank, following our theater?
AMLAN: Ion didn't want 'further' examination-eyes for swap-media.

What a fantastic/bizarre tale for blood-diamond hellmouth(s) for Boston-town this (did) become for Mr. Amlan Satan, who fled with Ezzy (his cop-lady) to Brussels for a new life and new vision of capitalism 'race' chess-education, and the police were grateful (now) for (all) the 'buzz' surrounding law-building paranoia with treasure-insurance bonds (hmm).