The Agents: Beach-Disguise

A team of idealists in sunny-Cali decide to become 'vigilante' like insurance-agents and construct a certain...dowry.

A toast to Herman Melville. Hope you like, 

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Pacific Beach is a great area in the USA, and it's where a group of Ivy League alumni (men and women), friends from college, decided to travel and set-up shop as a working 'club' of insurance agents, to use the idyllic scenery of the beach to transcend the drudgery of working-life in modern civilization.

They took Southwest Airlines from the East and landed in LAX and then took a train to San Diego where they began looking for houses in the Pacific Beach area while living with a college alumnus who'd been residing in the San Diego area. The club called itself the Agents and found a nice Pacific Beach ('PB') beach-house to set-up life.

The leader of this 'insurance-escape' club called the Agents is Amlan Satan, an Algerian-American who'd worked with capitalism intelligence work regarding terrorism-financing uprooting in North America before deciding to become an insurance agent with his college alumni pals/friends.

The 'VP' of the Agents is Ron Moss, a German-American man of letter and scholar of Latin who equally decided insurance agency work alongside a 'club' of alumni-friends beat the prospect of long-term intellectual/intelligentsia life in civilization.

AMLAN: We've found a great house with multiple rooms to suit sharing and living comfy and we can walk to the beach after work and drink beers on the sand and learn how to surf and tell bonfire stories with music about the nature of insurance-paranoia in California.

Amlan and Ron became bank robbers and took some blood-diamonds (terrorism-financing) gems from a corrupt Cali-capitalism baron named Goldfinger, costumed as maudlins pretending to be 'media-associates' of the baron and seeking photos of his gems for 'demo' substitutions.

After this heist, Amlan/Ron sent the assets/intelligence regarding terrorism-financing to Interpol-relations in the Southwest before deciding to forgo this new life of blood-diamond infiltration and instead started blogging on the Internet, on a youth-creativity website about self-made comic book stick-figure doodles, of iconic Marvel characters re-translated (e.g., Hobgoblin) to resemble 'specters' of divinity!

Then, Amlan/Ron returned to their leadership of the Agents insurance-club in Pacific Beach, organizing the members and dressing them up to prepare them for a life lived in insurance work comparable to a Melville work (i.e., Bartleby) and vamped for special consciousness regarding the 'traffic' of democratic labors in a civilization focused on the rigors of life-sustenance. It's boring...but sane.

AMLAN: No more blood-diamond paranoia!
RON: It's all insurance-dreams now.

The Agents were a terrific bunch, and the suited members were diplomats of a new civilization 'aesthetic' regarding the attainability of life-imagination anti-pizzazz dance.

The male members of the Agents, like the women, considered themselves 'resolute' professionals ('pros') of insurance-thinking and insurance-tedium, which is equally why beach-life and drinks and music complements this tale of 'wrought' American intelligence...and eccentricity. This is advanced psychiatry, and the female Agents called themselves Merkandi.

The Agents took the bus to work everyday, where they simply walked the streets as door-to-door insurance salesmen/women in the Pacific Beach area, making enough money to sustain their home in California.

AMLAN: The area where we sell insurance door-to-door is rather...democratic.

However, a new menace rose to prominence in Cali, and it was a team of violent robbers called Red Hood Gang. This dark team was opposed to the idealistic Agents and wanted to create anti-media sentiments of terrorism in sunny beaches.

RON: We'll suit up as vigilantes to tackle this society-imagination paranoia threat in sunny-Cali now.

The male Agents dressed in black masks, while the female Agents ('Merkandi') dressed in Wonder Woman masks. They prowled the streets of Pacific Beach on bikes throwing flyers at pedestrians which contained drawings of doves, which were to represent a vigilante message about the value of denouncing modern criminal bullies like the Red Hood Gang. Their little 'masked crusade' generated quite a stir online.

PB BIKE-COPS: We're appreciative of the Agents and what they do, but we can handle the Red Hood Gang now!

The Agents then shared tea with PB pedestrians on the streets, still in masks, and told them about the need to share more stories about insurance and feel more 'valiant' about the features of modern American terrorism.

AMLAN: A new threat has arisen in Cali, and he's a 'Leatherface-copycat' out of comics, armed with an electricchainsaw!

As the Agents continue in this unusual quest to coordinate social civics with American life, they'd become diplomatic messengers or 'carriers' of a distancing-imagination in civilization regarding the general 'magic' of shared dawn.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)