Maid of IRA

Narrated portrait of an inside-man with an 'eye' for beauty or diet.

An homage to Bond-lore, inspired by the humors/finesse of Never Say Never Again (Sean Connery). Enjoy, 

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I drive a cool vintage Saab in the UK, and I work with blood-diamond operations in sectarian troubled Northern Ireland (Omagh) where I live in a nicely furnished apartment when I'm not flying to New England for Interpol-relation work in North America.

I'd become an 'avid-fan' of James Bond films and considered the cast images of great infiltrations with slick ads, suits, machinery, and human-race IQ a 'fantastic' story for the evolution of civilization stylistics, and I wondered about the 'quality' of capitalism derivations for the modern age of anti-terrorism woes.

My name's Amlan Satan (alias 'Storm-Shadow') and I worked with capitalism-fortune interventions so much that I'd become something of an 'Earth-prince' of the chess-stalemates of politics traffic diaries, and I played others in cyber-chess for journals for new-age democracy.

STORM-SHADOW: There's the legion of the powerless; aimed at destabilizing woes of terror; robbing banks requires agency.

My North American apartment is quite nice and when I fly across the deep-Atlantic, I find myself drawn into the luxury of Western civilization and forget about the Northern Irish blood-diamond stigmata stemming all the way from Africa. My North American residence is rather magazine-drawn.

Every Halloween, when I happen to be in British Columbia, I enjoy the cool comfort of den-chess, with my glass-set, and I play myself only/really, but I think about the fantasy behind self-inventive intelligence and remember the media-lore behind the iconic Fischer-Spassky chess-destroyer (wow).

In my residence, I employed a fancy and highly-skilled maid named Mina who'd become my special angel of inspiration, reminding me why peace was greater than war-IQ, which is what I try to focus on honestly when I play chess against myself, but Mina offered me that 'extra-credit' grace required for a modern real-life 'James Bond' assimilating anti-terror intelligence with what the world draws for human dignity (ha).

MINA: Well, Mr. Satan, this heroine-vigilante 'doodle' is quite cute and clever, but I wonder why you'd make it just for me!

ME: Let's just say it represents my 'secret' vision of 'escape'...from a 'tough' Catholic life of diamonds-and-depression (wow).

When I marry Mina, we'll have a son, and we'll name him Damian, and the first 'treasure' I'll gift him, when he's a young-boy, is a 'fantastic' World-Series (Upper-Deck) team-set signifying the ideations of capitalism-IQ oriented 'real-world' democracy (yes).

INTERPOL-ASSOCIATE: You can't escape the world with toys and chess-boards representing future distances, Satan.

ME: Why not?

Sure you can; anyone can escape Hell. However, Mina served to remind me that the real 'challenge' of James Bond is to discover the 'secret' shine of private dedication surfacing in this 'New-Earth' (sea) of dark blood. What do you think?

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)