Brussels Sprout: Heist {Euro}

Narrated portrait of a 'Robin-Hood' (Brussels) whose yearning to clean up gem-sullied insurance (Europe) 'draws' excellence in chess-expressions.

An homage to neo-classical French-cinema/storytelling inspired by Killing Zoe (Roger Avary), which I think you'll like. 

DISCLAIMER: The images used in this movie-adaptation reflect/represent no storyline/view of the film-maker/writer(s) and are cast here for a personal 'translation' of thematic exposition(s). 

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Friends, I'd been orchestrating a special Euro-cyber chess club (Dartmouth) with showcased of antique/crafted chess-sets/boards from around the world and living off my princely-inherited fortunes in Belgium until I heard about gem-piracy from Sierra Leone 'sullying' the Brussels-market(s) and demoralizing my sense of diamond wonder/admiration, which deflated my love of Dartmouth (chess).

WAITRESS: You look like a 'funny' individual eating/drinking here alone today, and I have to ask if you're a stranger man.

ME: Of course; I am; I'm going to rob the Brussels-bank today and swap a baron's blood-diamonds with fake beads/toys (ha).

WAITRESS: That's the 'silliest' thing I've heard during my work here as a lovely waitress, stranger man.

ME: I'm a stranger man; don't ask me about diamond paranoia; diamonds are dirty now; we need more bistro-journals (hmm).

My name's Storm-Shadow (real-name: Amlan Satan), and I became an unofficial Robin Hood plotting this blood-diamond swap of Baron Ion's Sierra Leone gems from the Brussels vault safe-box with my toy gems/beads while rummaging through the cash-vault to make it appear that I was simply a looney-tune and no Interpol-relation intelligence 'chess-man' creating insurance-media hearsay about modern Euro social-media Selfie-commentary surrounding insured intercontinental gem-expressions.

BARON ION: Brussels is a leviathan-labyrinth of the metro-hysteria for modern travel/tourism, and no 'ninja' can take gems.

I rummaged through the Brussels-bank vault that heist-day in Belgium and mixed a hell of a lot of Euro-bills with counterfeit bills from India, and it all seemed (in the end) the work of a 'madman' who wanted a theater-stunt 'message' about insurance corruption vigilantism for assets/treasures, and my acid-rifle provided for the guardsmen-caging (in the restroom) and burning of all the cameras after sending half the city's police on a false-report chase regarding a (fake!) terrorism threat on the Brussels bridge that afternoon.

All you have to do is scramble the interior computer-communication systems/terminals linking to the police-station(s) and you've got about 30 minutes to do your 'business' while the distracted Brussels policemen are securing the bridge they think has been intended to be 'invaded' by alien-terrorists.

JOURNAL: Dream of walking into a 'super' Belgian diamond-store and don't fear buying 'evil' Sierra Leone 'pawn'-gems.

The night-before heist-day I met a gorgeous young woman (Elka) who claimed she was the niece of Ion, and I told her to meet me on the Brussels-metro the next evening, after I conducted by deposits/transfers/communications (Zurich) to take her all the way to Luxembourg (wow).

BANK MANAGER: All traffic/commercial-activity was 'normal' and didn't anticipate this wild-man insurance message-chess.

Who'd anticipate such an insurance-stunt in fair Europe in these post-9/11 times of great anti-capitalism worry and terrorists? I'd been simply a Robin Hood who transferred Ion's blood-diamonds from Hell (Sierra Leone) for fair jewelry and commission-deposits/communiques with Interpol-relation to link-up with my pal from Zurich who, incidentally, was an insurance-man who liked posting Selfies of himself as a 'real' Evil Knievel (hmm).

ELKA: So, you've got this very fine toy transparent water-rifle, which I assume you'll use for some street-theater show!

ME: Yeah...in fact, I'll do a nice song-and-dance number costumed as the Piper of Hamelin to talk about gem-insurance chess.

ELKA: You intend to 'stalemate' the entire diamond-market in Europe, do you, app-man?

ME: You can be my Rapunzel (if you like!).

Making the acid for my toy-transformed water-gun toy rifle required some secret grass time in Brussels that heist-day before I walked in to lock the entry-doors and make for some pretty nifty theater-prologue to the stunning heist-protocol(s) sending all the personnel/customers to their niches while I performed the miracles-work to undo Baron Ion's Belgian esteem/mystery!

ELKA: I didn't think you'd make it to the metro-station (in time).

ME: Of course I would...I got here just 5 mins late, Elka.

ELKA: You're so cool!

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange(s) and makes terrorism woe!

Elka/I now live in Zurich where she makes colored cyber-fanzine posts/mosaics about fashion-IQ surrounding the 'assurance' of treasure-design motions in the post-9/11 era, while I resumed my cyber-chess records (Dartmouth)! That's a faerie-tale (indeed).

ELKA: I got you these 'fine' sci-fi/horror comics, darling.

ME: So cool...are you really Ion's niece, Elka?
ELKA: Doesn't matter...let's just read these and enjoy the Swiss-arts (now).

ME: You're so cool!

"One trophy is good, but two are better. That way, when a hero wears his medals on his chest, at least his steps are level as he walks by" (Johann Cruyff).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)