The Man of Dough

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'deed' of a real-life 'James Bond' character whose work with airport-traffic control(s) ironically draws 'serious' love.

A 'cool' post-9/11 era world-traffic journal 'faerie-tale' inspired very loosely by the 'equally-cool' traffic-psyche film Catch Me If You Can (Leo DiCaprio), which I hope you like!

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I'd been traversing various Euro-airports in the post-9/11 era with the new underground world-group known 'loosely' as the 'Foreign Irish Republican Army' (F-IRA), which was working 'loosely' with Interpol-relations office recruiting intelligentsia (not necessarily Irish!) to intercept blood-diamond shipments/smugglers going into already economically-challenged sectarian Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) from 'conflict-zones' confounding modern affirmative-action unemployment assistance reform-talks (Parliament) with complex street-piracy deeds drawing Catholic-Protestant men of angst.

My name's Amlan Satan (aka, 'Storm-Shadow'), and I've family-heritage/relations to the FLN movement in Algeria and Quit India movement against French-British colonial rule with 'economics' tie(s). I consider myself an 'advocate' of world-infiltration intelligence/monitors and work as a sort of 'real-life' James Bond to stop gem-piracy 'sullying' the overground commerce highway(s) in this post-9/11 era and creating new forms of underground 'street-slang' in social-media! Wow.

While in college (Dartmouth), I studied the politics-works of Adam Smith, Frantz Fanon, and Eamon De Valera and determined to assimilate my study of psychology with world-society intelligence and started a 'loose' airport-traverse 'contest' with a beautiful Euro-stewardess/flight-attendant (Sandy) who wanted to see how 'fast' I'd be able to intercept blood-diamond airport safe-box/locker storage(s) with my toy-gems/fakes performed by gargoyles while she'd 'watch' from the airport terminals/lounges/cafe areas! We fell in love. She discovered I was a 'James Bond' with a special 'chip' in my heart that only she might be able to exorcise --- perhaps I'd been something of a 'prototypical' paternalism liberal (ha). We started playing cyber-chess on social-media!

SANDY: Goodness me; how much do you have in this case for the swap-vision, Mr. Satan (wow)?
ME: About enough to switch $20M-Goldfinger stones in the airport lock-box, with you watching (of course!), darling.

I wonder if all this 'world-traffic IQ work will draw in the 'envious-eyes' of a spying-Martian who might consider all our human-world Earth-activity/deeds a re-presentation of human bondage or emotion-driven 'chess-play' for Earthling-storyboards! It's all pretty dangerous work but it's required for post-9/11 securities against gem-piracy traffic threatening 'serious' (UK) dollar(s)!

SANDY: I saw you make the gem-swap with your 'acid-gun' toy-set and you did it while your gem-pirate gargoyle sat drinking!
ME: Yeah...the acid-burn with the water-gun was a media-stunt designed to send the gargoyle back with an insurance-joke.

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

Of course, wielding an 'acid-gun' might draw one to 'serious' ideations of chemical-weaponry, but, in fact, it goes hand-in-Interpol-relation hand for gem-piracy works with media-ties for this sort of modern post-9/11 journalism regarding the utility-value of airport-IQ. Wow.

SANDY: I got you this 'fantastic' paperback for some airport-lounge time off-duty free-intelligentsia consumerism/comfort(s).

ME: Cool...I'm sure I'll just 'bond' this with my serious IQ for chess-play with aliens/gargoyles, darling (thanx)!

DIARY: What's the difference between 'James Bond'...and Bobby Fischer...perhaps Earth-dreads (Hmm)?

This work's no 'serious' joke, and in fact, I married Sandy and retired from it (all!) and considered in my new Swiss-residency what made the 'quality' of new-era journals for 'serious' folk-traffic/storytelling a re-presentation of humanity's sense(s) of 'dark' eccentricity (ha)!