Bar-Nun

Can this magazine-universe of ours erect the magical 'form(s)' of James Bond retirement for a narrating intelligence-arrow of Valencia (drywall)?

A fun intelligence-parody romance-thriller inspired by Mr. and Mrs. Smith (Brad Pitt). Enjoy, 

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Welcome to Valencia, where traffic/culture is as rich as soccer/sports fanfare in this year of the Qatar Cup [2022]. I'm retiring from Interpol-work with a dandy of a damsel pickup from a Valencia (Spain) jewelry store, while cheering for the soccer team which has boasted legends like Pablo Aimar and David Villa.

I'm from a place called Voorhees and am a big fan of Friday the 13th comics (USA) and carry a nifty cartoon-heroine portrait/photo/image in my wallet alongside my Catholic prayer-card. It's a 'standard' wallet for an ex-Interpol-relations office(s) 'James Bond' of blood-diamonds infiltration(s), eh?

I studied in New England after reading some 3rd World revolution literature regarding India/Ireland before joining some modern piracy-gem intelligence works studies in Europe. I landed in Valencia (Spain) with one mission --- to retire.

STORE-OWNER: You want me to 'accept' this giant toy diamond-ring in exchange for expensive gem-accessory?
AMLAN SATAN (Me): This is a special media-operation regarding a piracy-gem baron coming through here; it's your insurance.

I have to leave the jewelry store-manager a special 'faith-doll' symbolizing Western capitalism/consumerism, so he feels like he's part of the modern underground 'intrigue' surrounding conflict-zone interceptions/study stemming from Africa, and I'm treating his employee/clerk for this damsel pick-up like a 'nun' of commercial vanities, all the while hoping to win her dear admirations!

The Valencia jewelry-store is quite fancy, and the 'baron' of blood-diamonds coming through Valencia at this 'hour' is going to be investing in some local soccer-club media dollars, which I'm intercepting with this store-act involving a damsel, a diamond (toy), and a dance.

STORE-MANAGER: We'd have our usual manager working the store that day, but Bar was there instead.

BAR: What's this all about, Satan?

AMLAN SATAN (Me): Why, it's all about Valencia-soccer of course, darling bar-lady.

REPORT: Valencia defeats rival Barcelona in a stunning performance by its two strikers with a 4-4-2 dazzle of diagonal thrus!

BAR: Wow, I'd not believe we'd down the Barcelona, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN (Me): Motivation is the key to atmospheric media-sports now, darling bar-lady.

For this iconic rivalry-match in Valencia, there was a media spectacle involving the blood-diamond baron arriving with a British princess, but when I showed up with my 'bar-nun' lady of diamond-commercialism with a hired (fake) team of photographers, people 'swept-up' by the aura of sports-cheer(s) couldn't help but wonder if it was I who'd been creating this stadium-spirit of Barcelona diamonds.

BAR: Are we doing a magazine/fanzine-shoot for this jewelry showcasing by Valencia, SATAN?
AMLAN SATAN (Me): We play our device(s) right, then we'll be swimming in the right by-lines.

A tale of a blood-diamond operator in Valencia (Spain) ends with a right-note of James Bond working away from Interpol and towards a life of sailing as a princely-fortune inheritor of a lovely 'bar-nun' damsel-lady of magazine-theater, and for what of course but for a cliched man's right to become a non-ninja.

BAR: I'd say that was a 'composition' of theatrical mimicry, Satan!
AMLAN SATAN (Me): I can't wait until you meet my sister...Esha.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)