Boston Pawn Miracle

A Story by Abishai100

A slick blood-diamond 'heroist' seeks a chess-miracle tied to Baron Ion's evil empire (Boston) before taking his 'stage-hostage' to Providence.

A romantic blood-diamond adventure-fable inspired very loosely by LA Takedown (Michael Mann). Enjoy (and thanks so much for reading!),

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Amlan Satan walked into the Boston Private bank and told the beautiful teller-lady his toy theater-prop water-rifle was filled with acid and was going to invest in a toy-store for which he wanted her to become a private/quiet investor and make no fuss about the heist he was performing that day and calmly explained he'd wanted her to escort her inside the vault-area with the safe-box containing the blood-diamonds owned by Baron Ion and promised he'd cast her as a Boston 'heroine' for modern gem-piracy insurance corruption clean-up work (with Interpol-relation!) for social-media fans of crime-story movie-making (wow).

LIZ (Bank Teller): "I escorted the theater-man claiming to perform this media-stunt theater-insurance message on social-media about Ion's rumored 'blood-diamond' trade and used his acid-gun to burn a hole into Ion's box in the vault-room and swapped his $20M gems with glass-beads and informed me Ion wished me to become a 'silent-partner' for a new Boston toy-store initiative for Xmas-consumerism (hmm)."

This Robin Hood man (Amlan Satan) of blood-diamond insurance 'chess' interventions/chess-IQ in Bostonian-lore regarding gem-insurance highways securities had become quite an underground micro-celebrity and posted his costume-mask 'Selfie'-culture imagery on the cyber-highway complementing his vigilantism-fables about inventive post-9/11 era Boston/USA heroics concerning the controls in asset-motions/treasure-commentary. He even claimed he was a special Mardis-Gras artist with friends from New Orleans social-media (wow).

LIZ (Bank-Teller): "He used his theater-prop toy water-rifle to make the blood-diamond rumored swap inside the vault-area safe-box room and explained Baron Ion wished to make a special (prepaid) stunt linked insurance-media message about modern (Interpol-relation) inquiry into North American gem-traffic intrigue for which he was (originally!) hired...so I didn't what to think/believe (really!)."

INSPECTOR YALE: He claimed he showed you a hostage-ready photo of your apartment?
LIZ: Yeah...it was my apartment, alright!

INSPECTOR YALE: You're in shock...but you 'believe' this Robin-Hood 'character' was sent by Baron Ion (himself)?
LIZ: That's what he claimed, man; it was all some 'prepaid' media stunt message about Boston diamond-insurance intrigue/chess.

INSPECTOR YALE: Did he express the command that he wanted you involved in this 'enterprise' (somehow) linked to Ion-securities/investments?
LIZ: Yes; and he explained Ion wanted me as a 'silent'-partner investor in the new toy-store tied to his company (wow).

INSPECTOR YALE: You'd never noticed any suspect-vehicles/person(s) near this apartment (of yours)?

LIZ: No, nothing; just a strange abandoned news-TV van parked outside all the time on the street by my Boylston-area apartment, man.

INSPECTOR YALE: Alright, great (thanks, Liz!).

YALE: What do you (really) want with this pretty-woman teller (Liz), Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: Hey, I just mailed her a Wade-Boggs rookie-card (Topps).

YALE: Are you working with Baron Ion, Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: Relax; as Liz told you, this is a 'clean' media-message about diamond-insurance 'integrity' journals, detective.

YALE: I understand (the theatrics), but what' so special about the Boogs-Topps diamond, Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: Me thinks you're investigating me (by email), because your office is 'suspect' in gem-insurance journal(s)-diligence, detective.

YALE: Hey, I'll cover my face, and you worry about yours, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: This is all for good-cause, Yale; diamond-expression (cool?).

YALE: Cool...for now, 'Prince' Amlan (alright).

Amlan Satan, the Robin Hood of blood-diamond insurance work, apparently with some underground/veiled Interpol-relation case-chess background, conferred with his two friends in Boston, Raki/Ezzy, after achieving this micro-miracle 'chess' work with gem-insurance journal-labor(s) about visiting a Boston cemetery to clear his insane-brain about the nature of his treasure-securities 'vigilantism' motive --- a child killed in a crossfire linked to blood-diamond Boston corruption.

EZZY: You're such a secret scholar of capitalism-chess Romanticism, Amlan.

AMLAN SATAN: This is the cemetery from which many future-retirement time comics-tales will be inspired, darling Ezzy.

RAKI: Let's get the Hell out of Boston, Satan...retire to Australia!

AMLAN SATAN: No, we'll stay in the United States...but we'll 'flee' to Providence (to get away from Baron Ion, ok?).

EZZY: This cemetery is so peaceful, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: Thanks, darling (thanks).