Getaway's Magic

A duo speed to Nevada for a 'wage' adventure and must contend with the landscape 'force(s)' of a dark matter.

A nifty 'adaptation' of that graphic remake of that Peckinpah 'classic' about American crime-landscape 'psyche' paranoia, The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks for reading! 

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AMLAN SATAN: This sports-treasure 'deed' inspires an adventure.

EZZY HARRIS: You sound like an ex-con, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: We're off to the Southwest/Nevada, darling.

Amlan/Ezzy hopped into their 'borrowed' black-auto for a journey to the American Southwest to enter the estate of the blood-diamond baron Ion, who'd been promised a special merchant-theater visit involving a cool set of gems and sports-treasures for social-media commentary about asset-insurance 'culture' which would hike the baron's aura, so Ion accepted! Amlan/Ezzy considered how such a 'vigilante' deed would spice their lives in the Homeland and (perhaps) inspire some 'cool' social-media shares/tales, but they hadn't anticipated any darkness.

AMLAN: What a car, baby?

EZZY: Sure; it's great, but I'm feeling a touch paranoid, Satan.

AMLAN: Hey, don't you trust your man?

EZZY: You doubt too much, Prince Amlan.

AMLAN: Get in the car!

They sped-off. They were en-route to Ion's estate, but the bad-baron was concerned (suddenly) he was being (perhaps) 'cajoled' and hired a bad-guy to intercept the hero-duo to 'test' their mettle, to see if they were (purely) vagrants).

ION: Fred, you're my man; scare some Hell into these two.

FRED: I was so bored, Ion; I'll do it (for you).

ION: Bring me back toys...if they fail.

Fred found Amlan/Ezzy at a movie-theater and threatened to cut Amlan's throat, and Amlan whipped out his silencer-handgun and shot the minion in the foot, forcing him to crawl to a nearby vet-office to get treated (wow). Meanwhile, Ezzy was charting a now even-faster course to the Ion-residence (somewhere in Nevada).

SHELBYE: Your foot's really bad, Fred.

FRED: After you 'cure' me, darling, I'll shoot your vet-husband.

SHELBYE: Why?

FRED: So you can become my new 'sidekick' (for evil).

SHELBYE: Wow...this is some social media joke.

Shelbye took the offer, turning-out to be quite the evildoer and was now Fred's road-partner to get revenge for Amlan's mini-heroics at the movie-theater where Fred 'tested' his criminal-psyche 'mettle' (for the Ion company). Shelbye never dreamt her vet-life would yield this special 'turn' (away) from social media culture (wow).

ION: You made it!

AMLAN: We disposed of Fred/Shelbye, bad-baron.

ION: You know Fred's name!

EZZY: He'd announced it, for revenge; he's a 'good' employee.

ION: Hey, babe; I had to 'test' your mettle; I've cheese/wine.

AMLAN: I've got some 'fantastic' absinthe.

ION: Alright (cool!).

Ezzy got Ion drunk while Amlan swapped his blood-diamond showcase bag with the replicas they brought with them for show and left in Ion's house that 'promised' sports-treasure 'trophy' item (a college-media sports-exchange card), and Ezzy assured him she'd not been 'transformed' by the evil Baron Ion (wow).

EZZY: You were real cool.

AMLAN: I was worried the whole time (for us).

EZZY: Cool.

AMLAN: How's about a 'resting' absinthe fable (social media)?

EZZY: Alright.

Thus our tale of dark enterprise has a nice happy-ending, despite that mini-horror 'show' put on by Fred/Shelbye, and now, Amlan/Ezzy rest easily as writers for a 'Brussels-Sprout Thesis' (concerning the Ego).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)