Catching the Skywayman

A Story by Abishai100

A strange James Bond parody of gem-movements through the Euro-airport(s) for lore about the 'complications' (and romance!) of discovered adult-world dramatists!

Signing off actually with this amazing-and-funfilled nod to Catch Me If You Can (Steven Spielberg). Hope you like it (and thanks for reading!),

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I've been the 'Skywayman' since I was a young man in high-school, when I began studying chiral-transformations in matrix math, which landed me with an NSA-job evaluating underground blood-diamond labyrinths/geometry for Interpol-relations office(s) bridging Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) and British Columbia (North America). When I was a boy, however, what kept my mental imagination fixed was special toy security-officer/cop badges. This is my own 'faerie-tale' about James Bond like IQ and journey. Won't you follow along with me?

DIARY: It was in fact 9/11 that drew my youth-imagination about transcending my upward rise from humble origins in Philly.

Now, as the 'Skywayman' of underground folklore, I'm not going at it alone, since my covert operations with blood-diamond work(s) is being tracked (regarding Interpol-relations office!) by an unknowing intelligence-man named Hammond, who insists I'm the Devil himself.

It was a special school-text (reading) about India/Ireland ties in economics-politics bridges in the 20th-Century that tailed my family-heritage education in anticolonial rhetoric(s) to modern blood-diamond operation in Northern Ireland and British Columbia, relevant for economics-conditions improvement overground destabilizing piracy-diagrams catalyzing Belfast crimes among Catholics-Protestants. Education...breeds dollar(s)!

I'm to meet a special Euro-agent in the Dublin Airport (Iso) while performing a double blood-diamond swap at a Duty-Free (jewelry!) store, since she knows of the requirement(s) of a modern 'James Bond' in the escortings of real-life IQ-men (like me) through the grids of serious 'cinematic' diaries.

INTERVIEW: Why the Dublin airport, good sir?
ME: Well, as a praising Skywayman of Europe, I need to embrace the infrastructure architecture/dynamic.

Baron Goldfinger keeps a safe-box in the Dublin institution with blood-diamonds from Africa, and I'll swap his gems with the help of an unwitting guardsman who thinks I brought the wrong safe-box key (along with Goldfinger's fake passport) for a photo-shoot of his 'famous' gems. He's no information about the diamond-intercept work(s) of the global underground group known as F-IRA, which has reached comic-proportion(s)!

While he's taking photos of me handling the Goldfinger-gems inside the Dublin (Airport!) box, I stealthily switch the gems with fakes hidden in the seams of my leather gloves. He's no idea that I'm indeed the Skywayman of Euro-lore (Interpol-offices!).

I then take the tiny screwdriver in my pocket to remove the diamonds from a Duty-Free (jewelry!) store inside the airport (Europe) I temporarily 'lifted' and place my stolen Goldfinger gems as replacements and hand the owner a replica-watch as the return-placement. When he asks me, "You wish not to buy this watch, good sir?" I tell him (with a smile!) "Well, I need you to gift this wrist-watch to a woman named Iso who'll walk into the Duty-Free store in 30-minutes (which she'll pay for with Interpol-money!).

When 'Iso' (the woman I've instructed) takes the wrist-watch from the Duty-Free shop and give it to me for the completed 'mission' in Dublin, I tell her to inform the Euro-authority at the institution (Airport!) that I'm to simply leave after I deliver a gift briefcase with toys to a young boy inside the airport (Daniel).

GOLDFINGER: I'm assigning my reporter-agent to interview this 'Skywayman' when he gets to the soccer-game in LA (gem-IQ).

When I pass the 'IQ-exam' posed by Goldfinger's 'lady' at the LA Coliseum, I've completed my mission and make my asset-deposit(s) in Antwerp for my blood-diamond operation commission for this intercontinental traffic destabilization regarding media-report(s) for diamond-securities in airports for the modern gem-monitor(s). I keep the diamond-watch as my special 'souvenir' of my timed/terrific 'romance' (Iso) in Europe and decide that all this was a way to 'redemption' for my childhood yearning(s) to become a real security-officer of civilization drawing(s)!