Brussels Thru

A quartet of recruited mercenaries ('Ronin') compose a special Belgian mini-crusade for treasure-raceway(s) darkness for an Earthling-bureaucracy hostel.

A fun world-adventure yarn inspired by the excellent late-20th Century mercenary-IQ film Ronin (John Frankenheimer). Happy Xmas, 

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AMLAN: So, we snatch a Mini and race with bad policemen for Brussels sprout?
MARCUS: I know we hail from the bad-corners of Earth-intelligence, but it smells!
EZZY: What's this employer-relation for a Roth-IRA projection for Ronin-folk?
DANICA: I suppose we're in the 'dark' for disclosure(s) concerning agenda-chess.

EMPLOYER ("Mercury-Man"): As my grand-ronin for Belgian-chess, you'll shine IQ!
AMLAN: Cool (bureaucracy).

Thus, our misadventure for this Belgian 'race' begins, and our quartet of gathered mercenary 'Ronin' (disenfranchised soldiers-of-intelligence for hire!) had prepared (nicely) for their car-borrower game and anticipated road-policecar chases for bad intelligence somehow stalemate-tied to some Sierra Leone treasure-motions insurance expression, commissioned by their unnamed Euro-currency employer (Mercury-Man) who 'assured' the fine Ronin that their adversary, a baron who went by the alias Doom, was to create a stranger form for social-media consumerism citizenry commentary in mod-diamond sales/piracy (for bureaucracy!).

DOOM: "If these Ronin assembled by that resourced idealist, Mercury-Man, dare to create a Brussels sprout in my dark-name, they're in for a silence-is-golden surprise (for Facebook-poke)."

AMLAN: Brussels sprout chess sure is nice, for sunrise/sunset photo-time.

MARCUS: I hope this car-chase exercise proves its weight in sportsmanship.

EZZY: Euro-currency for mod-Earth minerals intelligence is Romanticism, surely!

DANICA: Perchance we all make-it-out and get to a Mercury-Zurich retirement?

AMLAN: Why not...for FaceTime?

Of course, this was no vacation for assembled 'Ronin' of Earth, and our quartet of would-be heroes, gathered from the proverbial/mentioned 'bad-corners' of a fare-rich Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances to transit-IQ for materialism confidence/duty had made for a 'darker' discovery for Doom-castling, a sports-diamond bureaucracy marketing 'linked' damsel (Shelbye) who'd make for a rather 'rich' car-race enhancement, should the lead-driver (Ronin), Amlan, find a cool ergonomics for social-media harmless commentary of unanticipated cop-auto street dramatics (for cinema!).

Damn, the Brussels sprout car-chase didn't disappoint, and Amlan/Shelbye sped-off in their borrower-auto (Mini) with nitro-excellence in chess-mania for Belgian lore and outmatched the Doom-minion(s) who'd been thinking (purely) of bad-religion for Earth-mineral medicine (for the Ego).

MERCURY-MAN: Gotcha, again (Doom).

DOOM: This time, but not for good, Mercury.

MERCURY-MAN: Perchance we might 'retreat' to some anon-Facebook chess game?

DOOM: Sounds like a promising auto-show examination(s), Mercury (good!).

AMLAN: Thanx for bringing me to this Irish-Lions game, darling.

SHELBYE: It's the least a fortunate-damsel would do for a Brussels sprout hero.

AMLAN: Your bodyguard...forever, Shelbye.

SHELBYE: Not all stories have an onside-kicks ending, no?

AMLAN: Maybe you're right (forever).

SHELBYE: It's FaceTime (for Earthlings).

"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)