Ronin of Arles {Diamond}

Will Amlan Satan and Stuart's Arles 'Ronin' team of capital securities chess draw a new-life 'vision' of an Earth-highness?

A cool Euro-adventure fanfiction of Ronin (Robert De Niro). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/legal ties to any real-world story/event of Arles (France) or blood-diamond news-story and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in social/cultural ethos (for 'open' translation). 

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Amlan Satan linked with his new Euro-securities crew of gem-smuggling operators intelligence in the iconic French area of Arles where they'd be finally engaged by an underground infiltrations choreographer named Stuart who commandeered the team of 'Ronin' (displaced world agents and dissatisfied operators/fighters working for political pay-grades) and encouraged them firstly to take-in the magic/mystery of Arles (before their dashing street-ride misadventure for the capitalist race).

AMLAN SATAN: I've worked in Vancouver, New Orleans, London; I'm seeking a social-media flowery retirement vision, perhaps with one of these Ronin of Stuart's Arles-team (Ezzy) and thinking about the 'overground' personality of wrought normal-life (ha).

STUART: You're to displace the henchmen hiding in a gem/confectionary outfit in Arles and pursue the minions of Goldfinger (by car/vehicle) in the streets and hopefully be using your handy acid-rifles (toy-replica!) to destroy their tires and corral them to an Interpol-relation inquiry representation.

EZZY: You're flirting with me, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: I've worked with the 'Nasty-Boys' of gov't-specter jobs and need love.

EZZY: Ha; seems my driving skills lure you into a retirement daydream, Amlan.

AMLAN: What's wrong with that, Esmerelda?

Ezzy (too) 'daydreamed' of a cool retirement vision perhaps in Boston (New England) and thought of 'Mr. Satan' (Amlan!) as a potential worthy candidate to settle down with, after completing this capitalism-securities underground work tied with some 'nasty' economic-negotiations concerning commerce-smuggling monitors for a UK-Parliament address about a 'special capitalism body. Ezzy thought of linking with her social-media (e.g., Facebook) girlfriend and chatting 'idly' with her retirement with Amlan and thinking only of Selfies (not darkness!).

STUART: Be prepared to be shot at immediately after you gait into the Arles shop-of-investment (owned 'covertly' by Goldfinger) and we should/could be able to find a cool inquiry-railway info-line to bolster our work-ties with Interpol-relation(s)...good luck, my magical Ronin (or Arles).

Boy, was this a road-adventure of 'Ronin' proportion for Satan/Ezzy, as she zoomed through the streets with Stuart's team inside her cool-car in the Arles area, chasing the Goldfinger-minions chased out of the Arles-shop where they lurked as a smugglers-security silo 'force' of Hell! The cars raced through Arles with dark fury and winding dizziness, and Ezzy was as 'genius' as Stuart claimed, and Satan himself (eventually) took that crucial/critical shot at the Goldfinger-vehicle tire(s) and effectively cast them into the 'chambers' of Interpol-news (wow).

STUART: You two love-birds are my special 'angel-Ronin' of this trophy of Arles blood-diamond intelligence for 'real' news (ha), but I dare to dream you're not dreaming (together) or a New England retirement-vision already...because I may've discovered a new 'agenda' for you linked to Brussels sprouts (somehow).

AMLAN: Well, I was dreaming of Boston-park and GI-Joe comics (hmm).

EZZY: Wasn't this Arles-gem a sufficient 'laurel' for you, Stuart?
STUART: I'll get you this "GI-Joe" comics laurel, Satan; let's design!

AMLAN: Wow...maybe capitalism's race is 'truly' engineering (ha).

EZZY: Maybe (hmm).

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)