Race of Arles

Ex-intelligence greeters make for a French toast in merc-work for bloody-gems and wonder if their lady-employer reflects the dark 'bureaucracy' of mod-Earthling distances/IQ.

An ex-intelligence 'club' tale drawn from the mercenary-sensibility intrigue themes from the excellent mod-story/film Ronin (John Frankenheimer), which I think you'll like, 

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AMLAN: Ms. Endymion's a cool-customer mystery-lady employer for Arles-IQ.

RAKI: As 'Ronin' (ex-intelligence displaces masterless-mercs), we're bound now.

AMLAN: That's the sad-tale, and my curiosity has you thinking I'm still over?

RAKI: I trust you, and as ex-intelligence from the East, I keep private parts.

AMLAN: As Western intelligence trained, you'd not doubt I'm not your Selfie!

RAKI: Who is she, and she's some Kingdom-diamonds investor for eco-IQ?

AMLAN: That's my guess...we're to make some road-chase with blood-gems.

RAKI: How'd blood-diamond prints leave African shores?

AMLAN: When Euro-investors (Arles?) sought Selfie-consumerism IQ for bread.

RAKI: Geez (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Raki knew something about blood-diamond motions and did some library-microfiche readings for 'examination' after getting to their French toast town (Arles) and learned of some nasty eco-capitalism 'business' potentially IQ-tied to their employer's Euro/Western 'agenda' for dodecahedrons. They remained silent/focused as 'Ronin' of Earth and thought of the road-chase ahead with Ion-company minions who'd never make the page of library-microfiche record (surely).

The road-chase was the real tale, through a darkly-lit Arles tunnel involving incomplete-lines reading of road-dangers, but Amlan was an excellent speeder, and he made Raki, his Ronin-ally, wonder if he'd some experience on the Autobahn for the CIA or something (ha). The chase ended with Ion-minion autos crashing off the cliffs of Arles (somewhere)...Facebook-like!

ENDYMION: Thanx for the heroics and the blood-gem case/deed, heroes.

AMLAN/RAKI: Are you working eco-Kingdom matter for Parliament, darling?

ENDYMION: My western briefcase is of no concern of yours, heroes.

AMLAN/RAKI: This is some Western banks magic for eco-capitalism, right?

ENDYMION: Ronin-work doesn't require media-light for focus on cinema, gents.

AMLAN/RAKI: Good thought (Facebook-like).

Amlan/Raki performed their work, and Amlan promised to retire from merc-work and find some mail-order-bride (Ukraine?), and Raki kept wondering if he found a 'buddy' who was still on the inside. Well, the pensive quality of mercenary-mind involves incomplete-readings for any beautiful landscape, even that of the town where Van Gogh lived/worked as a starving-artist.

RAKI: Take care, Ronin.

AMLAN: Thanx for the trust...and the speed-adventure.

RAKI: I was the gun-sniper and you the speed-racer, buddy (ha).

AMLAN: Endymion's vanished, Raki.

RAKI: So should we (Facebook-like).

"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)