Black-White

A Story by Abishai100

A fan adaptation of that 'cool-graphic' Peckinpah classic about roadies, fortunes, betrayals, and misadventure in this 'wicked' Homeland (for all).

An 'inventive' adaptation of that neo-age graphic remake of great American landscape 'complications' storytelling, The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), which I hope you like,

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Amlan and Ezzy decided to pack their belongings and seek an infiltration into the blood-diamond mansion of the ruthless Ion company (New Mexico) and darted-off in their Saab and promised not to become 'mired' in the underworld despite this sudden interest in a newfound life of vigilantism (ha).

Blood-diamond smuggling had become quite a thing of eco-piracy smuggling and rogue finances in the modern good Earth, and the Ion company was simply nasty and if Amlan/Ezzy were to leave-behind their storied/married American life as an affable artist-couple to seek this daring raid of the mansion (New Mexico) where the 'infamous' baron hid some of his 'insured' Sierra Leone gems, they'd have to cast themselves as quite 'smartly' passionate about this modern landscape of fortune's readings of social-media 'investor-handshake' paranoia (wow).

AMLAN: This silencer will be loaded with acid and a glass piston for the deed.

EZZY: We're going to have muster all our confidence/trust (in each other!).

AMLAN: You're right...I can see you're the 'wiser' of us (in foresight!).

This was (really) a lovely Romanticism couple of the modern Homeland, and Amlan/Ezzy knew that if their 'vigilante-deed' didn't turn into some American-tragedy 'painting' like that of the 'fallen' Bonnie-Clyde pair of the Depression-era Texas, they'd have to 'trust' each other and create a social-media 'intuition' to draw some Ion company insurance-exposure for this modern net-matrix of consumer/citizenry oriented fortune-culture commentary (for magazines).

BARON ION: Find this horrid couple seeking to 'enter' my lair ahead of their arrival, Freddy.

FREDDY: I'm your best/worst minion of this New Mexico world, Baron (ha).

BARON ION: Make sure if you 'catch' them in-transit, the beau of the duet doesn't mark you.

Despite the Ion warning, Freddy, (the 'ghoul') sent for the pre-arrival tracking view, was 'spotted' by Ezzy and then Amlan in a motel in-transit and Amlan shot him. Freddy crawled/escaped in his Cadillac and got to a Vet-center where he met a 'gorgeous' Facebook-vet couple (David/Sheila). He killed David and 'persuaded' Sheila to become his 'girlfriend-ally' to seek retribution and kill Amlan/Ezzy. This was therefore (ultimately) no 'ordinary' vet-office exchange of the underworld's 'darker' readings (of the heart!).

SHEILA: "Here I thought I'd (only) be a cyber-vet consultant of 'high-religious' affability (hmm)."

FREDDY: "Wow, Sheila makes me feel like a 'super' model from Hell, and I 'doubt' anyone else would've been the 'right-sidekick' for this retribution quest, especially since Amlan/Ezzy didn't get a look at my features (since I was masked!) and hence I need not fear they'd post some 'gibberish-face' magazine recognition on social-media to draw any lines of suspicion to the Ion-company!"

Well, Freddy/Sheila found Amlan/Ezzy at a diner and offered to join them at their table. Ezzy tapped Amlan underneath their diner-table and hinted this was the same 'minion' (perhaps) sent by the Ion company as that 'assassin' of suspicion that Amlan shot earlier. Amlan slipped Ezzy a note, "These two (Freddy/Sheila) have a mercenary-insanity; treat them as terrorists...lace their meals (in the kitchen-area) with the tasteless poison I'll slip in your pocket."

BARON ION: You've made it, you darlings of New Mexico!

AMLAN: Thanks, friend.

EZZY: Can we look at those gems in your house-safe (room)?

BARON ION: Did you bring that Honus Wagner replica-card (promised)?
AMLAN: I sure did, friend; and a gift of diamond cufflinks.

EZZY: Alright?

Ezzy swapped Ion's stones with the fakes in the 'gift' cufflinks while Amlan got the bad Baron of New Mexico very drunk on absinthe and afterwards fled-away in their black 'magic' Saab, (honestly now) hoping they'd simply 'transcend' this descent into Hell with their 'cool' nonchalance that they'd done (simply now) the 'right' thing --- for the sake of greater social-media/citizenry hand-overground insurance commentary/examinations for consumers worrying (seriously!) about blood-diamond corruption of the Western diamond-matrix of wrought fortune's readings (for the Ego).

AMLAN: I worried I'd lose you to these Satanic worshipers, Ezzy.

EZZY: You're a paranoid-sort, prince; let's (only) remember the watch.

AMLAN: You got it!