Dead Presidents: Belfast Brinks

An Algerian-American guerrilla-operator of Interpol-lines in Belfast commandeers a media-dialogue about blood-diamond decimal.

A 9/11-anniversary year vignette about Western civilization (UK) danger-drama involving blood-diamond 'detectors', inspired by the amazing civilization-dilemma Western/American film Dead Presidents (Hughes Brothers). Hope you like it, 

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Belfast, poor poor Belfast (Northern Ireland) offers such nice sunrises, but there's sectarian troubles between Irish-Catholics and British-Protestants created by socioeconomic disparities being addressed by Sinn Fein (the legal/political branch of the Irish Republican Army) and UK Parliament. Meanwhile, street-anarchy between the IRA and the UVF (British Ulster Volunteer Force) and police-military make Belfast resemble the 'gang-ridden' 1800s Boss Tweed era of NYC.

Amlan Satan (code-name: Storm-Shadow) is a guerrilla-intelligence agent with Interpol-relations stationed in poor Belfast as a blood-diamond infiltration agent working alongside IRA messengers who want to rid the sectarian troubled UK city of piracy gems ('blood-diamonds') which lure young men towards crime and away from overground commerce-coexistence diplomacy between Sinn Fein and UK Parliament ideas regarding engaged youth-vigilance. Amlan Satan is an Algerian-American with family-heritage relations/ties to the Algerian and Indian anticolonial movements against French/British rule in the 20th Century and currently manages a novelty book-store in poor Belfast as his day-life, which hides his identity.

Amlan ('Storm-Shadow') likes selling books from India and Ireland in his Belfast book-shop and is called by the community 'Book-Boy' (an affectionate 'alias' signifying his role as a folk-literary salesman). The IRA/UVF leave him to his business, since his shop sees rather healthy/normal inter-religious traffic, and kids like his comic book collection. However, this is no ordinary book-shop!

Storm-Shadow (Amlan) makes acid-guns in the basement of his Belfast book-shop. His collection of toy water-guns are inserted with thin-glass tubes in the shooting-pump and filled with homemade HCL acid. He collects his acid-guns in the basement for recruited Interpol-relations underground runners/men who're to use the guns to shoot at the tires of incoming corrupt official vehicles of security riding into the city of Belfast smuggling 'blood-diamonds' from Belgium and Sierra Leone.

STORM-SHADOW: After reading Eamon de Valera's India and Ireland, I became sensitive to 'world-designs' of political traffic.

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the entire world-diamond exchange and capitalism in the UK!

Storm-Shadow meanwhile continues to sell various books from various cultures as well as kids' comic books in his Belfast book-shop. He's been studying cyber-dialogue with Interpol-detectors regarding emerging corrupt Euro-barons storing blood-diamonds in Northern Ireland banks, especially the main one in Belfast. His book-shop comic book collection nevertheless inspires him to think of the 'bright-side' of UK life and youth-imagination!

STORM-SHADOW: I'm sick of this underground reporting; I know Baron Goldfinger's storing blood-diamonds in the main bank.

His wife left him after interpreting his painting of her as his 'hidden angst' regarding some 'unnamed fear' about the troubles in poor Belfast (Northern Ireland). He loved her; she was his angel; now he's more motivated to do something worthy of his political 'crusade' in Belfast, and he kept her painting to remind him that he wants a normal life...of destiny.

STORM-SHADOW: I'm making a special batch of homemade acid in the basement for my acid-gun Goldfinger bank-heist.

Ironically, during his Ivy League studies in the United States (of America), Storm-Shadow was invested in the research of serious underground political groups in the liberalism-era of North America ('the hippie years') and learned about Fanonian philosophy and its application to various ethnic-movements such as the Black Panther sentimentalism-journalism regarding bonds to the Algerian Islamic struggle for economic sovereignty from French colonialism. He's studied it all, and it's not ironic he owns a Belfast book-shop, right?

Storm-Shadow walks into the Belfast Bank in a strange mask and wielding his toy water-gun and tells the guardsman he needs to speak to the bank manager immediately because of an Interpol media-message regarding Baron Goldfinger's gem-holdings in the safe-box area.

STORM-SHADOW: I need media-phots of the Goldfinger safe-box.
MANAGER: Why, exactly?
STORM-SHADOW: We're making a Goldfinger media-play about diamond wealth in Belfast!
MANAGER: What's with the water-gun?
STORM-SHADOW: It's part of our stage-play about 'cleaning' diamonds with shooting water.
MANAGER: What's the photo-shots of the safe-box for, exactly?
STORM-SHADOW: We're drawing Goldfinger as a baron of 'dead presidents' of matrix currency!
MANAGER: So, you want to cast this Belfast wealth-investor in some media-dance?
STORM-SHADOW: It's for an Interpol-relations journalism initiative about commerce dialogue.
MANAGER: Is this related somehow to that Catholic-Protestant employment education magazine?
STORM-SHADOW: Yes, it is; and it goes to a certain book-shop ad about overground investing.
MANAGER: Well, how'd Goldfinger get so 'linked' to all this political action, if I may ask?
STORM-SHADOW: Let's just say he's 'fat' enough to become linked to 'dead presidents' of piracy!
MANAGER: Well, we'll have a guardsman to escort you inside the safe-box room.
STORM-SHADOW: This is for your 'dead presidents' presentation for your own records, good man.
MANAGER: Good.

Once inside the safe-box area, Storm-Shadow reveals to the single escorting guardsman that his toy water-gun is filled with acid and whispers in the ear, "This is an Interpol prepaid-operation during which I'll switch Goldfinger's diamonds with toy gems in my pocket, and I need you to dance in front of the security-camera and tell the manager it was some kind of Interpol media-stunt for Goldfinger's upcoming visit to the Belfast Bank, while I exit the bank as a nonchalant demo-man!"

Storm-Shadow walks out the Belfast Bank with $20M worth of Goldfinger's blood-diamonds from Sierra Leone and hops into a passing taxi-cab, something he timed while staking-out the bank area/traffic and orders the cabbie to take him to an Interpol-relations diamond-transfer/info exchange site by the Belfast Post-Office.

BELFAST GAZETTE: It's some wonder if this 'blood-diamond' press in troubled Northern Ireland can translate to deadlines.

Storm-Shadow then mails a single Rickey Henderson second-year Topps card to Baron Goldfinger and tells the Belfast Gazette, "The wealthy baron now has good evidence that there's some excellent forms of world-consumerism/marketplace activity and exchange-gestures which can create street-chatter about overground merchandising which he'll appreciate as a serious investor in UK dollars." Goldfinger responds in the press, "I'm humbled by this strange 'Western baseball' sports-novelty gift which I guess is some message about capitalism's archaeology!" Soon thereafter, Storm-Shadow (Amlan) posts a photo of his second Rickey Henderson second-year Topps card on a UK-Internet forum (he had 2 copies all along!) and claims, "Goldfinger and I now share something about...Belfast doctorates."

Amlan's ex-wife reads about all these new era Northern Ireland (UK) deeds/adventures in the Gazette and wonders if the man she left is becoming 'immersed' in the modern intrigue surrounding the 'diamonds' of Western dowries.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)