Arklow/Duke: Linus

A Story by Abishai100

A fan-write of the Soderbergh casino-lore remake featuring the 'image' of Western bond-readings.

A spinoff fan-write of Ocean's Eleven (Steven Soderbergh) featuring one of the colored-Vegas 'avatars' Linus (Matt Damon), in an offbeat 'hero' tale (for all audiences). Hope you like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Soderbergh, Vegas) or any real-world news-story/subject (e.g., blood-diamonds) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative writing (for 'open' material).

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LINUS: This will be 'sideshow' chess for the cool Vegas-mark for this gem-swap with insurance-IQ (for social-media 'copycat' readings-humor for all).

Well, Linus, a cool-cat Cal-Arts/Tech grad and capitalism-race 'insider' chess-man had devised this rather 'ornate' scheme to enter the vault of a special casino-area where the evil blood-diamond baron Goldfinger had stored his Sierra Leone 'conflict-zone gems' and was about to create an insurance-veils 'hype' for further masking as a famous Hollywood-celeb was about to visit to promote more diamond-integrity awareness (tied with modern commerce/salesmanship/entertainment eco-consciousness in the American Homeland).

LINUS: Hi, I'm here to take photos of the Goldfinger-vault (for that 'new' Interpol fanzine-essay!).

Once inside, Linus sedated the lone-guardsman and fogged the security-camera and inserted his premade video-recording of the monitored vault to pass-time, and then put on his cowboy and hockey-mask getup and burned a hole into the vault with acid he made in the casino bathroom and swapped the $20M stones (Goldfinger company) with fakes and then walked out with his mask/hat still on to claim he was 'hired' by the bad-baron to do a casino-floor show/routine (before exiting with his sunglasses still on). This was very funny.

GOLDFINGER: Run and hide you freak 'GI-Joe' wannabe, Mr. Linus (whatever).

LINUS: I'm already on a Brussels-sprout (Interpol-relation) examination, with your insurance media.

GOLDFINGER: Good, good; I hear you've done well with a horse named Arklow (Churchill-Downs).

LINUS: Something like that, bad baron; I won't return to your floor(s) this month (ha).

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

Linus settled down with his Euro-handshake and got married and had a son (Damian) for whom he purchased a (very nice) college-media 'themed' decor-bedroom, to remind his good-boy son that capitalism-race 'chess' concerns (purely) those spirit-wits of (simplified) Western patriotism (for all!).

GOLDFINGER: I've never heard of Linus since that 'event' with that (entire) media-insurance game!

ASSOCIATE: I heard he was writing award-winning essays about some Duke-Forest b-ball rivalry.

GOLDFINGER: No horse-news (Arklow, etc.)?

ASSOCIATE: Arklow's a millionaire-winner, Baron; I think Mr. Linus is (now) a fancy-writer; movie-nut.

GOLDFINGER: Good.

Linus (really) did settle-down and find that 'peace' from this past 'ninja' life of wrought heroics/deeds in this modern Western 'world' of troubles, and married his sweetheart (Reno) who ironically had found her own special/cute 'niche' serving as a video-game youth-supervisor in a casino-resort games-exhibition center/area (wow).

WIFE: I found a briefcase of gems-and-bills (in the attic), darling.

LINUS: Oh right; that was a commission for a special casino-delivery/report for an Interpol-cue.

WIFE: I didn't know you'd been courting some inside-intel work (Dartmouth?).

LINUS: Something like that, darling; it's an insurance match (besides), so please don't fear.

DAMIAN: Wow, a college-polo for my birthday, dad.

LINUS: It's yours...you'll look great in it, Damian; maybe someday you'll become a teacher!

DAMIAN: Yeah, maybe (thanx).

Goldfinger wouldn't forget Linus' bizarre eco-vigilante 'deed' for Vegas-media concerning insurance journals/hyperbole, but Linus (meanwhile) forgot (all) about that past-life of 'handshakes' in the fortune-reading 'underground' that had transformed him (temporarily) into something of a 'cinematic' marksman (for the Ego).