Rainy-Dogs

A Story by Abishai100

A team of suited 'pros' assembled by the brainy Baz create a Euro-street lore before his daughter (Eliza) may stretch a romance-dereliction.

A Euro-misadventure inspired by the 'human-detention' movie Reservoir Dogs (Quentin Tarantino). Enjoy,

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It was a cold and crime-dirt city in Belfast, Northern Ireland (UK), where skirmishes between young and displaced Catholic-Protestant men (Irish-English) created strange tides of horrid evils. That's where a unit of blood-diamond operators would come into the stage, creating a new brand of underworld storytelling. Follow along.

BAZ: I'll assemble a team of cyber-pros for blood-diamond media from the Belfast-bank right from under the eyes of police.

Baz' daughter Eliza doubted the job would be cool or done, but she became enticed when her daddy-Baz informed her that the suited-pros recruited from the mission in already-troubled Northern Ireland (UK) would create cool and nifty new social-media ('Facebook-IQ') lore for modern journals.

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world gem-exchanges and makes terrorism woe.

The unit assembled would be known as the Rainy-Dogs, and they'd be the 'right-stuff' for street-lore ideations that wouldn't simply lend themselves to either IRA or UVF problems of modern community hell that Northern Ireland had seen/cast in various storyboards for Earth-alienations.

MR. BROWN: I'm the right-guy for assassin-fire and sniper-shot(s), and I'm the right-man for taking down securities for gems.

MR. WHITE: I'm to be the assigned commander-in-chief of the Rainy-Dogs, and I assure all that I won't go insane for the job!

MR. PINK: I just needed the job, and I refused to tell Baz or the others (e.g., Mr. Brown) my religious backgrounds, haha.

MR. BLUE: I wonder if this sort of Belfast street-lore about blood-diamonds really can/will sort-out the Hell of capitalism-IQ!

BELFAST NEWS-WIRE: A unit of operators in suits/masks swapped Goldfinger-gems in Belfast-bank with toys and Hell-fled.

BAZ: What the 'Hell' happened inside the bank before you achieved this gem-swap, boys?
MR. BROWN: We did the job, we ruined Goldfinger-gem lore in Belfast, and we got out shooting and still masked (thank God).

MR. BLUE: We also set fire for a bridge where the cop-cars chased us thinking we'd be as 'bad' as Goldfinger-minions, sir.

BAZ: Good; this is good arts (me thinks!).