Bad Monaco - Wire

A calculating self-made (Algerian-American) 'fortuner' makes a 'wage' (Monaco) for conflict-zone gem market baron chess-tied cyber-media (video-games) art, for betrayal/detectives.

An adaptation of the original Purple Noon (Alain Delon). Thanks for reading, 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN (Fortuner): "This blood-diamond art-market intelligence (Monaco) casts a special aristocrat in position to hoist me as a vigilante-artist for Earthling-Selfie culture commentary concerning incomplete-distances lines to capitalism's special personality for democrats (wow)."

Was Amlan Satan a musketeer, vigilante, intelligence-heroist, Monaco-journeyman, Algerian-American (US citizen) blood-diamond eco-capitalism journal-thinker, a self-conceived 'James Bond' in the 21st-Century Earth-realm of incomplete-lines for 'confidence' in treasure/art motion(s)...or simply a mentalist-psycho with a discovery-penchant for treasure/intrigue 'insider' books? Regardless, he carried a jewel-piece letter-opener with sharp-edge with hidden replicas to make some swaps for a blood-diamond aristocrat's safe-box after making an art-sketch replica/swap/heist in a museum (post-hours) to draw 'insurance' examination-eyes, for (Interpol-relation?) dramatization(s).

CURATOR: This guy came in as a theater-performer, masked/costumed!

DETECTIVE: He wanted museum post-hours (private) replica-sketch time?

CURATOR: There was a lone watching guardsman (Leo) who fell drunk, sir!

DETECTIVE: Now, you think this replica is the one that hangs in your exhibit.

CURATOR: I'm certain this is (Interpol-relation?) insider 'game' for diamonds!

DETECTIVE: The Monaco-man who owns this video-game media art is Ion.

CURATOR: He's a respected Frenchman invested (Mardi-Gras, Ian Fleming!).

DETECTIVE: Perchance this 'insider' thief is a psychopath, or an Ion-rival.

CURATOR: What if the artist is (somehow) an 'associate' or 'pal' of Ion's, sir?

DETECTIVE: According to Ion, his tourist-friend, Mr. Satan, was with Marge!

CURATOR: Marge is Ion's lady-hawk and art-market counselor (angel!).

DETECTIVE: Me thinks this 'insider' is good-wits...or self-made anarchist.

CURATOR: There's some flight to Brussels Marge spoke of in the museum, sr.

DETECTIVE: Mr. Satan sees Belgian waffles (Marge); or 'James Bond' delusion.

CURATOR: Do investigate, for Ion (who's vanished!), and Mardi-Gras stamps.

DETECTIVE: Good (bureaucracy-art).

MARGE: Did you do it, Amlan Satan?
SATAN: Who?
MARGE: There was some theater-artist performer who made art-swap.

SATAN: Where's Ion?
MARGE: He's vanished, damn.

SATAN: I'm your tourist-friend.

MARGE: I smell conspiracy, or bloody-murder.

SATAN: Did you suspect your 'darling' was blood-diamond mired, sweet Marge?

MARGE: Never (ever!).

SATAN: Well, maybe Ion had friend who also made his safe-gem swaps (too)?

MARGE: Damn...what will you do?
SATAN: Make a photo-journal stop at the museum, a bond exchange, then fly.

MARGE: To Brussels, Mr. Satan?

SATAN: Come with me...for art, sweet Marge!

MARGE: I don't trust you.

SATAN: I'm Facebook like (I like James Bond).

With the police/detective stumped and Ion vanished and Marge confounded with angst, you'd wonder how our protagonist-prince 'antihero' of this vigilante-insider 'treasure-art-insurance' game journal veiled image would calculate himself as a James Bond and not as an American Psycho, especially since he was behind the vanishing of the unscrupulous Monaco-aristocrat 'insider' (Ion), whom he killed with his letter-opener and dumped his body into the water. Amlan Satan was now Belgian (wow).

INVESTOR: You want $10M for this video-game media/market sketch?
SATAN: Perchance this is insider-street gossip world-relevance for insurance.

INVESTOR: Insider-games for (rumored) blood-diamond eco-capitalism IQ?

SATAN: Who doesn't like video-games, good-friend?

INVESTOR: Seems like an incomplete-distances 'line' for cyber-dodecahedrons.

SATAN: Isn't that insurance for treasure-rumor...for art's dialysis?

INVESTOR: Damn (fine!).

Well, Mr. Amlan Satan was now the co-manager of a Brussels breakfast-dive, newly opened, in a refurbished building, using some of his 'earned' commissions with (rumored) blood-diamond insider-chess infiltrations/executions (Monaco), and he parted-ways with Marge who simply smelled the 'dialysis' inside his brain/consciousness (wow).

MARGE: I miss my darling, sir.

DETECTIVE: Ion's gone, sweet Marge!

MARGE: Perchance this was not Facebook like.

DETECTIVE: Forget Satan...this was some bad 'circle(s)' for dodecahedrons.

MARGE: What will you do?
DETECTIVE: Continue my Interpol-boxing is what I'll do (Facebook like).

MARGE: Thanx...for everything, sir.

DETECTIVE: Good luck, Marge.

"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)