The Darling Deed

A Story by Abishai100

A strange diary-like 'underworld-vignette' about an intelligence-man seeking 'retribution-flee' from the darkness of New England detention!

An homage to Carlito's Way (Sean Penn). Hope you like,

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Amlan my darling was a real blood-diamond operationalist who was underground as a halfwayman and had to 'crawl' out and into my arms in New England (North America) and trade a gold-gun, some jewel, and a Sox-card in an exchange involving a heavy underworld man named Bullit and had to do so before the last subway rode into the airport area to carry him (Aer Lingus) to Dublin and into my haven.

I'd met him at Harvard when he'd been just an unknown genius playing chess in the park and dreaming of applying his acumen for the political language in the evaluations of diamond-matrices and capitalism corruption and I was then just a shy happy medical student named Roller-Girl before I moved to Dublin where I skate more freely and safely as a 'sane' Catholic (thank goodness).

AMLAN (Diary): I'm to decode which jewel-store in Boston has the Bullit-gem(s) for transfer 'fore I head to Dublin (Ireland).

Now, as you may not know, Amlan (Satan) is a real shrewd guy with a taste for doing things his own way and plans to get out of the Hellmouth(s) of the underground using his own IQ-resourcing. He's a real 'champion' of chess-play but is so 'fragile' in terms of being the prototypical 'antihero' which is why I hope he'd make this swift 'escape' and pray with me in a Dublin church someday and blog happily on Facebook like a regular citizen.

AMLAN (Diary): The real trick is to swap an antique-gun of questionable origins/value for the gem I need from the right shop.

So, folks, he's in the PL (Public Library) reading his Solzhenitsyn novel/paperback-ed when he encounters the ghoul/gargoyle of Bullit who demands to know why a 'Harvard-spy' seeks to look intellectual before grabbing a ride, some vehicle, perhaps all the way to Dublin and tells him to wait for him in the shelves area, where he gifts him a fake/replica golden gun (for Bullit).

AMLAN (Diary): I've found the perfect shop I know is the right stop for Bullit's dominion --- I'll trade the gun/gem there now.

OWNER: What the Hell do I know why/how this guy wanted you to have this Boggs-Topps card, Mr. Bullit?
BULLIT: I think this guy, some Tom Hanks wannabe, is laid out the 'right-stuff' scheme to make me an effigy, man.

Bullit is no joker. He's the worst kind of gem-exchange darkman out there (New England) and if Amlan (darling) is to get the gun-gem exchange, at the right shop, in enough time (with some baseball-card replica-gift gesture for underworld significance or symbol!), then it'll be because he'll pass by the Bullit-men in the right 'tone(s)' to warrant no media/magazine gossip.

AMLAN (Diary): I get past some pedestrian-veiled Bullit-gargoyle and hop on the Boston-metro with the gem-ring I need.

When he gets to Dublin and gives me the special gold-ring/gem and with a special kiss, I discover that this entire ordeal about Catholic mafia/blood-diamond intrigue had something to do with a new movie coming out in the United States (Leo DiCaprio) about the mess of modernism jewelry detention. He's done it.