Redox-Town: Boston (NE)

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of chemistry/shine/treasure in New England's main 'Town' (Boston), where bank-heroics may 'intersect' with (pure) bureaucracy-hellmouth(s).

A New England portrait of post-9/11 era Homeland 'spiritual-backlash' intrigue, drawn (very loosely) from the Americana sub-culture 'paranoia' themes from the heist-underworld 'reading' film The Town (Ben Affleck). Thanks for reading (and Happy Thanksgiving-season!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction/hyperbole offers no ties to the city of Boston and is purely a 'personal' expression of creativity (for 'open' citation).

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Amlan Satan grew up reading American capitalism-rhetoric (fantasy-adventure) comics and how that he'd become a New England (Boston) news-man, he wondered if his youthful 'daydreams' of wrought social-justice (e.g., antiterrorism/piracy) ideations from his readings/education drew in him a special fantasy for seizures of Homeland treasures/resource control, and he wondered (now) if he wished to be more than just a journal-writer of 'incomplete-distances' for Western/American bureaucracy-materialism (hmm).

It was in Boston (NE) where this Earth 'prince' decided to grab a handful of diamonds from a bank-storage in the city where he'd decide his special theatrics for self-made fantasy-justice would cast some 'cool' street/cyber commentary about post-9/11 era Homeland 'domestic' adventures that would ease the scars of things like Pearl-Harbor, help Bostonians think (more) concretely about the intrigue already available (on social media) to Americans living in America, a sort of modern pluralism-IQ based newsies-bias for photo-graphics (hmm).

However it was in this proverbial/pluralism 'Town' (Boston), where this prince of materialism-readings and fantasy decided that his 'deed' for diamond-lore in the streets of domesticated commentary drew him to a more global form of 'chess-stalemate' capitalism, for the diamonds he lifted from the bank he selected were (indeed) albeit rumored 'blood-diamonds' (conflict-zone gems mined by African warlords for 'rogue' finance/organizations and linked with rogue terrorists) that seeped into North America and Amlan's town for insurance/profit exploitations for cheap-labor and circulation 'expediency' in this new millennium. He wondered what kind of 'intelligentsia' would offer comments for such a reading 'deed' on social media (wow).

BANK MANAGER: "This guy claimed he was sent by an Ion-company rival to create an insurance theater (recorded) stunt involving burning the bank-box with acid (a prepaid theater) and swapping the stored diamonds/treasures with miniature glass-animal sculptures for some newsies-linked eco-capitalism media-message/project and that cops would arrive 20 minutes after the deed to confirm the city-sanctioned theater, prepaid by the Ion-rival, and that this 'claim' was confirmed by one of the new customers of the bank, Ezzy Harris, who was (already) inside our fine institution at the time of the event; we wonder what kinds of comments shall surface for the Town as Halloween fast approaches (now)."

INSPECTOR CHARLES: This guy made HCL in the restroom for basic chemicals, Leo?
GUARDSMAN: He was escorted inside the vault-room for the theater-photo stunt.

INSPECTOR CHARLES: That's when he burned the box and made the swap for you?
GUARDSMAN: He then tied me up and left an 'insurance'-note in my pocket, sir.

INSPECTOR CHARLES: He then crawled out the restroom-window with the Ion-gems?

GUARDSMAN: He'd been sent by the Ion-rival for some (I think) 'chess' deed, sir.

INSPECTOR CHARLES: When did Ion store these special gems inside your box?

GUARDSMAN: About 2 months ago, ahead of some media-gossip for their company!

INSPECTOR CHARLES: Were you shocked...about the Town?

GUARDSMAN: We (honestly) all wanted to keep-quiet to see if all was 'normal,' sir.

INSPECTOR CHARLES: Want a donut, Leo (for social media)?

Wow, an acidic media deed for insurance-statements created by Ion-company rumor-revelations about 'blood-diamond' chess really threw our protagonist antihero 'prince' (Amlan Satan) for a dark-loop, and he wondered (now) how he'd clean himself to get-away from the Town and perhaps make a flight for a Brussels-sprout eatery/dive venture using some of the (Interpol-relation?) exchange-commission allowance(s), and before he left he wished to pick-up Ezzy Harris, his (secret!) ally for this entire chemistry-ordeal of media-capitalism (wow).

Amlan took Ezzy to the BPL (library) to study some blood-diamond and world-minerals mining history in general and found some interesting 'tracks' concerning eco-minerals capitalism journal-writes for circulations in treasures seeping into world-insurance investment 'chess' for globalism-ideations and wondered if Ion was a new 'face' in the new millennium 'environment' of dilution-knowledge (simplified).

EZZY: I had this made for you, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: For me, Ezzy?
EZZY: We've got to depart the Town, Mr. Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Yeah, you're right...I hadn't figured on this vigilantism-proportion(s)!

EZZY: Who could do that...especially someone like you...a simple Idealist?

SATAN: Not me; you're right; thanx for this gesture-gift (for the Ego).

CYBER_FANZINE: Well, the gem-stores and main-banks of the Town (Boston, NE) seem ironically 'grateful' for this supposed Ion-rival insurance-theater 'stunt' with acidic-commentary for overground capitalism-chess 'race' commentary, and we wonder (now) if there's new (Interpol-relation?) eye(s) for this town's treasure-circulations journals...for bureaucratic photo-synthesis!

EZZY: When Ion figures you as a chess-bishop for the Town, we must be gone.

SATAN: You're right, Ezzy; I've just been so 'linked' to this Town-psyche (long-time)!

EZZY: The Town will always be a part of your make-up, Satan; we must depart now.

SATAN: Alright; if you won't miss Boston-restaurants, I won't miss NE-FaceTime (ok).

BARON ION: These rascals took-off from Logan and left treasure in my locker-box?

ASSOCIATE: The airport-box 'deed' for insurance-statement drew eyes for your rival.

BARON ION: That mystery-act with my rival-company 'gossip' made me turkey, pal!

ASSOCIATE: Well, I think if these two 'rascals' were your rivals, they were retired.

BARON ION: Damn...that's the Town (photo-synthesis).

At Logan (airport), Mr. Amlan Satan enjoyed his last treat cream-pie, a Boston/NE signature-zest and thanked his Catholic-God that all this 'incidental' heroism yielded nothing more than a simplified/humbling departure-and-retirement 'examination' for Ezzy (and himself!) that would create a 'shocking' consumerism-lifestyle optimism of Homeland traffic-imagery (ha).

EZZY HARRIS: "I'd like to retreat with 'IRA-shine' to transcend this Town's saga(s)."

When Ezzy/Amlan settled into Belgium (their new Homeland), they enjoyed a world-exchange reflective soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) highlighting what they discovered in the magic of the American Town they called home for multiple years --- that pure 'bread' of life's docs (sure).