Echelon-Wellness {Jersey}

A Story by Abishai100

A world-intelligence dude returns hometown for his school-reunion and must psychologically balance a work-order of dark energy with reunification dreams with mom/sweetheart.

A fun fanfiction of Grosse Pointe Blank (John Cusack), which is terrific 'fanfiction-material' if you like that whole social-media culture 'friendly-vibe' of wrought lifestyle balances between 'intrigue'...and everyday 'human' Romanticism (hmm). Hope you like,

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Amlan Satan was tired of being the usual blood-diamond infiltrations chess-man of sniper-education and capitalism-insurance securities for the post-9/11 era in varied places like Vancouver/Brussels/Boston and wanted just to return to his Echelon (Jersey) hometown for his high-school reunion and reunite with some of the 'faces' from memory on social-media in the great Homeland (hmm).

AMLAN SATAN: Staying at the Wingate/Voorhees/Jersey and hope to email my sweetheart (Esmerelda) and take her to the reunion and also visit dear-mom at her new retirement-home in Echelon and may (also) have to deal with a blood-diamond 'bad-guy' who may be staying here (alongside me!), perhaps sent to the East-Coast by my Cali 'association' from the Courtyard (journal-notes).

Well, blood-diamond examinations had become quite the intelligence-pool for the modern Earth, and these 'conflict-zone' gems mined in Africa were financing warlords and 'rogue' terrorism in the post-9/11 era and also (rumored) to be corrupting world gem-matrix/market insurance conversations (in the Homeland!). After Mr. Satan watched a rather 'searing' film about this subject of darkness on Netflix (Leo DiCaprio), he'd decided this high-school reunion hometown-return (Echelon/Voorhees) would offer him a view of what made his patriot-view of American history/capitalism, and his literal love of 'dead-presidents' a thing of great Western-world optimism (sure!).

AMLAN SATAN: Well, this cool Transformers vintage laser-robot mecha-gun from my childhood should be fitted (nicely) with some acid, inserted into a glass-tube in conjunction with an elastic shooting rod as I await this blood-diamond 'bad-guy' to get to the Wingate (hotel) for a Homeland-Jersey defense 'adventure' worth a social-media joke/poke/hoax (for all).

MRS. SPICE: Wow, great to see such an old iconic face from high-school's past.

SATAN: Wow, how long it's been since I won that English-medallion for you?
MRS. SPICE: You'd been quite the 'avid-fan' of Hemingway and Dreiser.

SATAN: Who doesn't love American writing, Mrs. Spice (good to be hometown).

MRS. SPICE: Visited mom (at her new retirement-home yet), sweetheart?

SATAN: Will be doing...thanks for the memory-lane run; I'll be very good.

MRS. SPICE: Great; we miss you here at Eastern school (thanx).

Well, Amlan Satan visited his sweetheart in Echelon, now a radio-host named 'Ezzy' for East-Coast hospitality/peace. He found her dad (Jacob) watching a sports-market culture film of American confidence (Netflix) and wondered if he might 'sweep-away' his daughter (once-more) and this time for good.

JACOB: Well...wouldn't guess I'd 'catch' you while reading Tom Cruise.

SATAN: No one cares about American pride, no?

He reunited with Ezzy and took her to the reunion and made-love and drank wine and then had to dispose of the blood-diamond 'bad-guy' (Wingate) who'd been sent by his Cali 'associate' and hoped he might 'escape' this anti-Catholic 'spell' of gem-insurance securities of a mercenary-hellmouth quality for anyone on social-media commentary boards 'daydreaming' of what's made Homeland life (in America!) quite safe/secured.

ESMERELDA: You want to marry me, have a son ('Damian'), and decorate his bedroom with 'Duke-colors' for college-athletics fanfare 'education' in Echelon (now)?
SATAN: What the heavens...isn't this life all about wrought sanity for Americans, Ezzy?
ESMERELDA: This is like a 'tornado-drink' making me feel woozy and worried.

SATAN: I won't let us down, Esmerelda; I've got a 'newfound' agenda for Jersey.

ESMERELDA: Fine tune Satan.

Well, this story of Echelon/Jersey has a happy-ending after all, worth a 'Hollywood-like' enchantment, and what makes it so darn reflective/iconic is that it captures both our Wanderlust vanities, yearning for panic/danger, and in the end a quite 'human' form of lifestyle simplicity...for something we all crave/deserve for 'American' pride --- that cool 'sense' of living rationalism (for all)..

MOM: Well, you sure look 'happy' to get this dairy-breakfast in our dining-room.

SATAN: Good to eat with you, mom (once-more!).