Masterpiece Reaction: Auto-Getaway

A man on probation for insider-trading is mired in a gem-darkness tied to levels of Hell in the Southwest, offering the 'image' of wish-craft.

A fun summer-fanfiction of the classic crime-noir romantic thriller The Getaway (Sam Peckinpah), which I hope you like, 

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Amlan Satan zoomed away in his Camarro on the road of the Southwest, despite serving his probation officer the needed info regarding his post-insider trading investigation which led to his unceremonious flee from the world of NASDAQ, and he was now simply seeking some kind of suicidal Crusade of self-imposed heroics/vigilantism to make some meaning for his otherwise life-gone-haywire (wow).

SATAN: Driving in the Southwest like an escape man is to seek restored heaven!

He was a brilliant economist (Dartmouth) and a respected NASDAQ 'fellow' of the post-9/11 era Homeland, and now this nerdist-prince of fortune-handshakes of the Southwest found himself to be something like a 'maniac-faerie' of this new age of inventions in capitalism-race ethics/intrigue/chess. What would become of a man like this in this time of storytelling/handshakes, one might ask. He might draw commentary from nerdists of capitalism's readings, should he post his newfound life-mission 'thoughts' on social media (ha).

Armed with his assembled 'cool' silencer gun, Satan sped to the baron-estate of Ion, a blood-diamond mired man-of-color, seeking to break into his safe after inebriating him with absinthe and swapping his 'insurance' treasures of smuggler-highway with glass toys (animals!) and drawing a 'street-gossip' deed for insurance-veils examinations, hopefully 'tied' with some North American (Interpol-relation) law-circle handshake (wow).

However, before he got to the mansion of Ion, he decided to stop in an Arizona diner to pick up his old sweetheart (Ezzy), and before that, he stopped at an inn and met a very nice manager-couple (David/Lisa) and got drunk with them and 'harmlessly' confided in them and revealed his 'grand' vision of vigilantism to them (hmm). When he picked-up Ezzy, he told her to 'hide' in a Phoenix apartment set-up by his old NASDAQ-pal (Raki) and was devastated to learn that she was having an affair with Baron Ion, his nemesis. Now, Prince Satan wondered if all this 'mission' view was simply some 'shallow' social-media 'handshake' for Homeland 'face' escape (hmm).

BARON ION: Here's my safe, in my estate, filled with insured gems from Africa.

SATAN: Impressions, Ion; I'm to think this was all a 'cool' interest/rate for chess?

BARON ION: I'm very drunk, Mr. Satan; I have to take shower/crash.

SATAN: Relax...we'll talk/boast in the morning-hour, bad baron.

BARON ION: Alright!

Satan coolly swapped Baron Ion's 'insurance' treasures from Sierra Leone with glass toys and left a stranger note reading, "Insurance-commentary now required through my (Interpol-relation) street-news 'handshake' for North American diamond-examination journal investment(s), but don't worry about the street-hell, Ion, for all you (really) need now is insurance-exposure and a 'retreat' (for Euro-wills?)."

This story doesn't have a normal happy-ending, for Prince Satan stopped at that Inn in the Southwest, managed by that innocent couple (David/Lisa) which was then visited by Baron Ion's minion-of-assassinations (Yorick), an 'imp' from Northern Ireland who coerced David to reveal Amlan's plans to him after he seduced/murdered the hapless Lisa. He tracked Amlan/Ezzy to a UCLA game which was a stopover prior to their 'word-flight' to Brussels (Belgium), and posted on social media, "I'm staking-out all gem-vigilantism for a sports-market commentary concerning anti-heroics for law-control(s)."

EZZY: Why'd you get involved in an underworld in which Ion employs demons?
SATAN (Amlan): I know, but at least I'm not 'in-love' with Baron Ion, Ezzy.

EZZY: You can be so careless; I escaped from Ion and found ways to shield you!

SATAN: I'm sorry...let's not worry about this Yorick-from-Belfast; he's Facebook.

EZZY: Maybe we need to find a new 'escape' test, Satan.

SATAN: You're right...I'll post on social-media, "Look for Irishmen at airports."

EZZY: Aha; the 'image' of Homeland's water-patience (for the Ego).

YORICK: I destroyed that couple before I began 'tracking' you, Satan.

SATAN: Good...to know...there's evil wretches even from Belfast!

YORICK: They had such a nice place (too).

SATAN: I won't regret this shot with you...a square-laser to the heart (for Earth).

YORICK: Damn; David/Lisa had such a nice place in this Southwest.

SATAN: You should've posted something on media about American residence.

Two years later we find Amlan/Ezzy living (happily) married in Belgium and with a son for whom Amlan Satan purchased a very 'patriotic' GI-Joe action-figure, something he'd (now) 'dream' to use/cast to teach his growing (darling) boy all about the quality of capitalism-race intuition...and Ego (wow).

EZZY: This is (truly) great...a mod-life 'distanced' from evil/wordlessness.

AMLAN: Toys for tots (for the Ego).

EZZY: Cool.

What happened to Ion? He fled to Canada, after Prince Satan 'deposed' of the henchman Yorick and perhaps there'd be less 'baron-news' in the Homeland concerning cases of gems-treasures of real 'insurance' woe(s)...for the Ego.

EZZY: These jewels are (truly) gorgeous!

AMLAN: I knew you'd think so; a 'memoir' from Irish-Catholic treasure-chests.

EZZY: A life of discovery in fortune is one to forget a past of real Hell.

AMLAN: Loving you/us.

Damian (Amlan's son) would grow up to become a fan of Peter-Pan and (perhaps) be 'incompletely' shielded from this Earth's view for all that'd become a 'darkness' in this trying time/environment of 'evil-chess' games played by heroes...and warlocks (wow).

"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)