Taxi-Driver

Amlan Satan is a 'cool' Boston-Logan (Airport!) taxi-driver who doubles as an Interpol-office(s) relations 'spy' but picks up a starlet who may be a 'faerie' distraction.

A 'cool' taxi-driver/spy intrigue vignette inspired very loosely by Spy Game (Tony Scott). Enjoy, 

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Amlan Satan is a taxi-driver who works with Interpol-office(s) relations to spy on conversations of passengers riding to Logan (Airport!) who may be talking about blood-diamond traffic, reporting these chats and recording them sometimes too, and sometimes taking discreet iPhone-photos of the passenger who're engaged in these chats while talking on their phones in his cab. He does this spy-work for a covert commission while simply doing his regular Boston (New England) taxi-driver work. He considers his taxi hygiene and mask and hospitality-comfort driving essential and even more important to himself than his spy-work; and he loves Facebook!

SATAN: My cab is clean and reliable, and the ride(s) I offer reflect the traffic-sanitation of the great city of Boston.

Today, he's to pick up a major media-figure who's having lunch at a Boston bistro (outdoor-seating) with another media-figure, her girlfriend! He drives up and picks up the young lady and starts driving her to Logan (Airport!) while commenting nicely about the beautiful thoroughfare of the pluralism-city of Harvard, MIT and the Sox.

WOMAN: Get met to Logan fast and don't talk or turn radio on, because I've to make an important phone-call, ok driver?
AMLAN: Sure, sure; maybe you've to make an important call to your 'associate' about blood-diamond(s)?

WOMAN: What; how the hell did you come up with such a theory, driver (I'm making a blood-diamond movie in fact!)?

AMLAN: My airport escort supervising officer at Logan (Airport!) demands my work is pro and reliable; I balance spy-IQ.

WOMAN: Here, driver, here's a gift toy ring someone gave me; it's a 'tax-gift' for you not to listen to my phone-chat.

AMLAN: That's an amazing toy, fair-lady; thanks a lot; no worries; no radio noise and I'll keep to myself [takes photo of her].

WOMAN: So the diamonds go from Vancouver to Belfast and something about Lisbon; but I deliver half-gems to Brussels?
AMLAN: [Recording what you say on my iPhone]; I wonder if she'd like some parting-mementos in exchange for the toy-ring.

WOMAN: How much longer to Logan, driver?
AMLAN: Not long; traffic's hell today, but you'll get to your terminal-area on time, me thinks.

WOMAN: Did you listen to my chat on phone about my new blood-diamond movie?
AMLAN: Fairy-lady, all I heard's you mentioned something 'cool' about Brussels or Portugal!

WOMAN: Cool; just get me to Logan.

AMLAN: Logan's flocked today, but you'll get to your flight (Aeroflot)?
WOMAN: Right-o.

WOMAN: This is a real nice cab, driver; you seemed 'pleased' with the toy-ring gift I gave you; thanks for no radio-noise.

AMLAN: Hey, you had a valued phone-call to make; my cab is hospitality; I have three things in exchange for the toy!

WOMAN: What're these 'exchange(s)-gifts' you have for me, sweetheart?
AMLAN: Well, I have a Boston tour-memory book (paperback); a vintage ice-hockey fan-sports hat; and a red-mermaid sticker.

WOMAN:Wow!

WOMAN: You fancy yourself as some kind of Boston-Logan tour-guide like 'specialist' of New England, eh?
AMLAN: As fair-lady likes!

WOMAN: You've got the look of an Algerian or French or hybrid individual.

AMLAN: You're so right!

WOMAN: The hat's cool too; I'll give it to my boyfriend in Lisbon; but the red-mermaid sticker is very cool indeed.

AMLAN: Glad you find the hat 'good-enough' for your beau/Lisbon, fair-lady.

The media-figure 'fair-lady' who may or may not be blood-diamond plot-tied/twisted seemed pleased with her 'cab-gifts' from Amlan Satan who presented the small tokens in exchange for the toy-ring he adored and resolved to deliver to his Boys-ang-Girls volunteer job time later that week. The woman meanwhile was busy flipping through the Boston tour-memento (paperback) book Amlan gave to her as one of the exchange-gifts.

INTERPOL: What did your recorded conversation reveal, Satan?
AMLAN: Call me taxi-driver, sir.

INTERPOL: Whatever --- any info?
AMLAN: All I figured was she's either Lisbon-fan or Lisbon-smuggler.

INTERPOL: Very fine; who'd she call?
AMLAN: No idea.

INTERPOL: What's wrong, Mr. Taxi-Driver...did you fall in love or something (ha!)?

AMLAN: Nah...she's not a 'real' Bostonian.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Good morning! :)
You’ve injected a mundane taxi ride with spies, celebrities and blood diamonds, making a story that’s as rich in imagery as it is compelling. The story left me wanting more.