Getaway's Wind

A Story by Abishai100

Two darlings seek a gem-infiltration 'deed' and contend with the 'face' of darkness in a Southwest 'fable-noir' for mechanics proportion(s).

A 'cool' fanfiction of that graphic/offbeat remake of the 'mod-classic' American landscape misadventure by Peckinpah The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), which I hope you'll like (and thanks for reading),

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Amlan Satan was working undercover as a blood-diamond operationalist and infiltrated a prison-cell operation during which he cast himself as a special 'ninja' in the underworld and discovered an American Southwest gem-insurance veils blueprint that drove him insane, compelling him to ask the question, "Is there a more social-media culture friendly method for underworld chess for commentary concerning Western 'stages' of consumerism-materialism?"

AMLAN SATAN: I'm taking this borrowed/painted auto for a cross-country journey to pay a special magical visit to the gem-baron Ion, and I'm making Ezzy my special roadway(s) 'angel' of magic (sure).

EZZY: You want me to leave my fashion-work (NYC) for this 'Crusade' for gem-chess?
SATAN: Please believe (in) me, sweetheart; this is (all) magazine-insurance work.

EZZY: Your 'extra-cop curricular' statement for consumerism defense culture?

SATAN: I need an 'ally' for this road-work, Ezzy; someone to get a bad-baron drunk.

EZZY: While you perform some gem-swap for insurance-exposure on social media!

SATAN: You'll return (home) to your cyber-universe of fashion's materialism/safe.

EZZY: Alright (good).

Baron Ion was no small customer and invested in blood-diamond cheap-labor for extraction of treasure-value for 'profitable' insurance-corruption chess in the American Southwest and was discovered by Satan during that undercover prison-infiltration 'game' which revealed the bad baron's lair of Homeland metaphysics for Hell.

BARON ION: You want to compare your sportsman's gem-ring with mine?

SATAN: Excellence; over absinthe-and-showcase(s), for the Ion-company.

BARON ION: For some insurance 'statement' in mod-capitalism race measure.

SATAN: You won't be disappointed in this hand-write/exchange (for materialism).

BARON ION: Alright (good).

When Amlan/Ezzy would arrive at Ion's estate in New Mexico, they'd learn of his 'love' of sports-image trophies, like a 'cool' Sabatini (Argentina) pro-women's tennis spirits youth-fanzine oriented/friendly 'memento' of the upstart athlete's 'cool' defiance of the then-indomitable Graf (Germany) in the 1988/1990 US-Open Finals, a testament to the profit-fantasy of sports-fanfare merchandising 'culture' of capitalism's special 'world' readings (for the Ego).

BARON ION: I'm not trusting this 'errand-boy' for merchants/insurance.

ASSOCIATE: We'll send our (usual) assassin (Fred) to intercept for examination(s).

BARON ION: I 'doubt' Fred's got anything (better) to do!

When the evil henchman Fred found Amlan/Ezzy at a Courtyard (hotel) some distance(s) away from their arrival at the Ion-estate in New Mexico, he tried to see if Amlan Satan was (truly) a 'sport' in the underworld and tried to shoot at his legs, and Amlan whipped out his silencer and shot the evil bad-guy square in the knees, forcing him to crawl into his car and into a nearby vet-office (wow) where he'd been treated by a very unusual/unhappy medicine-couple (Teddy/Shelbye), who happened to be preparing a cyber-photo mosaic of various vet-centers in the Homeland.

FRED: After Teddy cured me, I shot him and buried him in your office-backyard.

SHELBYE: I was there, fool (thanx).

FRED: You're a nice lady (no).

SHELBYE: I was a stewardess before this boring job; I yearned to get away, darling.

FRED: So, you're an ex-flygirl with a 'view' for what's (certainly) Hell.

SHELBYE: Let's just say...I felt 'conflicted' about capitalism-patriotism/social-media.

FRED: I'm sorry (damn!).

SHELBYE: No worry; I love you; let's destroy this Satan/Ezzy pairing (for a cyber-photo).

Fred not only destroyed Teddy but also stole Shelbye and then darted to avenge his own humiliation(s) at the marksman-hand magic of Amlan Satan, making for a 'showdown' worth a social-media post (or cyber-horror comic!).

BARON ION: You've arrived!

SATAN: No thanx to Fred, baron.

EZZY: We had to avert his newfound 'siren' of Hell (too)!

SATAN: Ezzy has absinthe for you, while I 'peruse' your treasures for the cyber-show.

BARON ION: Good...perhaps I'll 'gift' you a memento toy-gun (from my chest).

EZZY: Cool (thanx).

Our two affable heroes of this vigilante-tale performed the deed and helped monitors get into the works/property of this evil baron of blood-diamond insurance corruption in the Homeland (American Southwest). Amlan/Ezzy decided to have a child, and the son they had (Damian) would be 'showered' with capitalism-race/consumerism reflective games/toys that would highlight their pursuit of Western roadway(s) 'deeds' for heroics --- those 'trinkets' of fortune-readings that remind us (all) why commerce/traffic is (all) about the 'quality' of the 'good' measure.