French Toast

A Story by Abishai100

Arles Ronin make for an Earthling hand-write in eco-capitalism and off-road adventurism ironically invoking 'dodecahedrons' Realism.

An adaptation of themes from Ronin (John Frankenheimer). Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the referenced work of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for art/writing (for 'open' views).

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AMLAN: This Arles-job for Endymion's got the prints of eco-capitalism (Irish?).

RAKI: Sounds-dialysis for leviathan, pal; Ronin-IQ (ex-intelligence) is evil-wire.

AMLAN: Perchance you're thinking it's your final.

RAKI: Examinations for Selfie-bound Romanticism, capitalism in post-9/11 era.

AMLAN: Good.

Amlan and Raki were recruited by the lady-Endymion and darted to Eastern Europe en-route to Arles to get their blueprints and bleu-cheese commerce-defense lines for capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' waves in the post-9/11 era Earth of incomplete-distances readings for the sustenance of globalism amidst underworld 'intrigue' and honestly wondered if Endymion was shaking with some 'overground' eco-capitalism heroics for blood-diamond power-mezzanine reinventions, to draw away smugglers-roads from the United Kingdom (wow).

They got into their 'borrowed' Arles white auto (focused) and sped-away to make a bank-and-store swap (ion-company) or rumored/insured conflict-zone gems ('blood-diamonds') before taking on some gargoyles of Ion in a road-and-country chase of speed and valor and of course guns. Raki did the shooting, while Amlan did the driving (for all!).

ENDYMION: You return to me with treasures (insurance-IQ)?

AMLAN/RAKI: Surely, lady-Endymion, for Arles got the best of us.

ENDYMION: May've been the reverse-truth (ha).

AMLAN/RAKI: Fan of Blood Diamond (Leo DiCaprio)?

ENDYMION: Everyone could be (surely!).

AMLAN: What did she want (actually)?

RAKI: Treasures for legends/maps, pal.

AMLAN: You think I'm overly-fascinated?
RAKI: You think I'm still intelligence, pal?
AMLAN: No one to trust in this capitalist world of merc-work, Raki.

RAKI: Perchance we'll greet each-other in Belgium, pal.

AMLAN: Perchance (thanx).

It was in Arles where Amlan thought about art and food (for a change) and visited Van Gogh's old (famous!) house and worried that his former work with the CIA (UK) and then ex-intelligence work as a jaded 'Ronin' (displaced warrior with a lost-master/government) man required in him a newfound incomplete-distances readings for all that'd become an Earthling 'expression' for toylands-dodecahedrons (for all!).