Western Card Invader(s): DOB Earth

A Story by Abishai100

Can an Earth-world 'James Bond' outwit an invader/spying Martian (alien!) with a diamond-operation course-timed Earth (Los Angeles) distance?

An alien-visitation fable of light-hearted society intrigue inspired loosely by K-PAX (Kevin Spacey). Thanks for reading,

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The Western city of Angels (LA) was where I'd been concocting a blood-diamond heist of Baron Goldfinger's safe-box in the US-Bank, and I'd been working as a freelance summerwear photographer for Victoria's Secret and Maxim in a nice season on Earth, despite some usual pesky-lingering global-warming IQ.

My name's Amlan Satan ('Storm-Shadow') and the blood-diamond heist of Baron Goldfinger came with a strange extra-terrestrial detour which is what this tale is about, though I don't talk about it on Facebook now.

I was working as a summerwear model photographer for Maxim that summer and wanted to outline my entire diamond-heist plan as it if it'd been the only priority in my goal-fixed mind in the City of Angels that photogenic season on Earth.

MAXIM: This assignment should spring one forward into worthy new endeavors in the West and want magazine-excellence!

While inside the bank-vault, I explained to the lone escorting guardsman (Leo) that my toy water-rifle for costumed media-photos of Goldfinger's 'diamond-box' was an acid-gun and proceeded to swap his burnt-box gems with toy (glass!) beads in my lining of my costume-jacket for the Traveling Stars circus-company (of which I'd presented a 'forged' ID). This was all for a 'prepaid Goldfinger' media gems-insurance stunt-presentation for the Times, Leo thought!

I made-off with the $20M Goldfinger-diamonds as a Traveling Stars lead-performer (costumed/masked) and even gave the guardsman (Leo) a circus-card to follow us on Facebook and perhaps even see us in New Orleans for an autumn work-vacation he'd be now able to negotiate with his bank-bosses.

However, the tale doesn't end there, for after the gem-swap, I deposited my holding(s) in a Zurich-account for Interpol-office(s) relations (commission/ed) work and began to study blood-diamond mining impact on Earth-mining market value inflation for Dartmouth.

The Martian (Endymion) had been spying on all these 'James Bond' activities I'd been invested in on Earth and radioed me on a private spy-signal on my laptop from the base-station he erected underground on the moon and complimented me on my 'acid-gun' featurette for the Times and suggested I was indeed the real-life James Bond of Earth!

ALIEN (Endymion): Deposit half the gems in the Angeles train-station safe-box and find me for a diplomacy chess-matchup.

I got to the station and made the deposit and made my way around the station lobby-level in search of this 'Endymion-Martian' (alien!) disguised as a humanoid. He'd be holding a special Toy-Story chess-set in his hand so I'd find him that way in that crowded station that day.

ALIEN (Endymion): I crossed through the Stargate dimension(s)-portal to find you; this chess-game shall prove argument(s).

ALIEN: Damn, you've defeated my queen-bishop advance-fury with a rook-bishop double-line stabilizing counter-balance IQ.

ME (Storm-Shadow): Perhaps this stalemate-condition between us, Invader, warrants some treasure-exchange for treaty!
ALIEN: If you've something worthy of 'treasure'-value(s), I might consider it an 'olive-branch' for Earth-civilization IQ stance.

It was the chess that enabled this 'bridge-construction' to diplomacy coexistence on Earth. Endymion, the alien from Mars, agreed to a permanent isolationist-exile status on Earth because of the 'wrought' stalemate-game we drew between each other at the train-station that day, and I gave him half my diamonds while he took photos of the exchange as well as another gift-offering to seal the chess-treaty for non-invasion policy.

ALIEN: I accept these gifts in exchange for the awesome treaty, Storm-Shadow, and I like the sports-capitalism IQ symbolism!

ME (Storm-Shadow): With these Royals-Topps World Series winning-team set, you'll agree the gem-gift accents fair-policy.

I'd killed two birds with one stone --- stave of Goldfinger's 'dark' advance on the city of Angels while averting a deadly Martian invasion by a curious/relentless insect-dragon being of extra-ordinary IQ with some nifty exchange-oriented intelligence and secret/covert diplomacy, which I doubt anyone will believe, since Endymion simply vanished into the deep-ocean abyss, never to surface again.