Grifter Desk-Job

Two 'classic' modern Grifters seek a diamond-insurance Robin Hood mission tied to Churchill-Downs/Boston requiring both Romanticism and 'alien' cards!

A 'cool' Americana-nod to the iconic film The Grifters (John Cusack), which I hope you like (and thanks for reading!), 

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Americans care about the pageantry of theater and media and entertainment, and for the modern age of great commerce-life Ego vanities, fortune/risk/chess were signposts of American magic, and it's where we find two 'classic-era' Grifters, reincarnated in the modern world of social-media driven activity and investments, but planning a blood-diamond bank swap of Goldfinger's 'conflict-zone' gems maybe routing somewhere to Northern Ireland or British Columbia. A grifter is a person who engage in small-time 'swindling' or in the 'human art' of 'ninja' thievery-showmanship. The two Grifters in this tale are Amlan Satan and Marcus Raki, Algerian-American US-citizens who've been eyeing the modern US-world of fortune/media driven socialite investments like movie-star involvement in the Kentucky Derby (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: Should be easy, an Artful-Dodger position, match Goldfinger at Churchill-Downs via the Boston diamond job.

MARCUS RAKI: I'll go ahead to the Derby 2 days ahead and meet you 2 days behind your position in Boston; girl-date veiling!

AMLAN SATAN: Excellence (wow).

Goldfinger was at the Kentucky Derby (Churchill-Downs) betting on Marcus' favorite horse (Arklow the alien) and was shipping his blood-diamonds from Sierra Leone to the Boston bank branch while being cared for by his underworld mistress Esmerelda, and Marcus met 'Ezzy' and cajoled her to enjoy a mint-julep drink with him (hmm).

EZZY: You look like a Grifter, Raki.

MARCUS: Yeah, my partner's meeting me at Boston in some time and we're swapping your master's gems with beads (ha).

EZZY: Wow.

MARCUS: You're the missing value/variable in this baby-formula, Ezzy.

EZZY: What do you want me to do?
MARCUS: Nothing...tell Goldfinger you heard about some strange tie between Arklow and Belfast and reporters are buzzing.

EZZY: I'm gonna then 'rendez-vous' with you in Boston for more drink, right?
MARCUS: Now you're onto the dark secret of American princes, Ezzy; give Goldfinger a julep-round from me (don't forget).

The Boston bank manager saw two masked individuals walk in with theatrical costumes/masks and claiming they'd been prepaid by Goldfinger (written 'permission-slip' and all) to take photos of his 'famous' diamond safe-boxes for the champion Arklow the horse and carried street-performance water-guns for the social-media tale about the Kentucky Derby linked to blood-diamond insurance lore.

GUARDSMAN: They tied me up and burned a hole into the Goldfinger-box with their water-guns filled with acid and fled.

JOURNAL: Well...sounds like Goldfinger's been tied to some pretty 'interesting' underworld gem-insurance theater savvy.

GUARDSMAN: That's what Goldfinger's 'lady-friend' (Esmerelda) called to confirm, before the baron departs for Mardi Gras.

EZZY: Do you think they'll care about Goldfinger's journals for diamond-insurance in North America, Raki?
MARCUS: They will (now).

EZZY: What about your partner, Amlan Satan?
MARCUS: Last I heard, he's in Brussels playing Othello games with sages of the old streets (or something).

EZZY: Wow.

MARCUS: I love you, you know that?

EZZY: I do now (wow).

Something gave Baron Goldfinger the stranger notion that he'd been part of some insurance orchestra in North America tied to his winning-horse (Arklow the alien). Well, blood-diamond corruption sure had 'sullied' the quality of expressions surrounding gem-insurance integrity in the United States, but this elaborate Kentucky Derby 'lyric' sure would generate some 'cool' underworld chatter among detectives regarding baron-investor 'commitments' to insurance reports.

AMLAN SATAN: We owe everything to this excellent Boston bank (fine)...and Arklow the alien (Churchill-Downs).

MARCUS: What've you been up to, Satan?
AMLAN: Why'd you email me in Brussels, small-time crook?
MARCUS: We're like Robin Hood, you know?
AMLAN: Take care of Esmerelda...depart for Australia (or something)...write a novel about Lindy Chamberlain, Raki (ok?).

MARCUS: What about you?
AMLAN: I've found a lady-friend...an Eagles fan...thinks they'll get to the Conference-Championship this year.

MARCUS: You should marry her, have a son, and gift her that cool 'Strike-Force' Randall Cunningham Viking-QB card you have!

AMLAN: I will...I'll mail you something too...when you get to Sydney (ok?).

MARCUS: Thanks, Satan.

AMLAN: You're welcome.

Amlan Satan was a Grifter of the 'old-guard' working in the post-9/11 era, fashioning himself to be some kind of 'GI-Joe' of the new era of commerce-life Ego defenses for antiterrorism rhetoric, but that's if Robin Hood would/could/should be likened to some policework, which (honestly) it really can be for today's storytellers. Sure, he took Marcus Raki under his cliched wing, but he wanted to make sure he retired to Australia with 'Ezzy' with this Goldfinger-insurance 'officially' in the 'GI-Joe books' for diamond-market insurance expression!

AMLAN SATAN: I've started a cyber-chess society in Brussels called NewPorcellian, uniting the 'nerdists' of capitalism-Ego now.

ESMERELDA: I'll take care of Marcus Raki, I promise (ok?).

AMLAN SATAN: Good; thanks, Ezzy; I'll spread the word among the NewPorcellian recruits there's a new Haydee in town.

ESMERELDA: Fan of Dumas, eh?
AMLAN SATAN: Who doesn't like The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas) in this era of social-media 'Selfie' celebrity?

ESMERELDA: You told Raki you'd mail him a gift?
AMLAN SATAN: Once you're in Sydney, Ezzy; I'll double-check with my NewPorcellian socialite net-friends about it (ok?).

GOLDFIINGER: You're informing me you're mailing your 'associate' a Pete Rose Topps (rookie) card-gem after clearing with me?

AMLAN SATAN: That's right, bad baron...it's all an insurance game for the North American journals, you know?
GOLDFINGER: Hey, you know what ever happened to Esmerelda?
AMLAN SATAN: Ezzy...last I heard she was somewhere in Sydney entertaining as a aristocracy-restaurant singer?

GOLDFINGER: Alright...I'll post on media the Pete Rose 'rose' is some network accord for future insurance examination(s).

AMLAN SATAN: Thanks, Goldfinger (really).

GOLDFINGER: You stay clear...and away from my Empire.

AMLAN SATAN: Thanks (a lot).

"Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief's" (William Blake).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)