Bostonian: Road-Thesis

A Story by Abishai100

An idealist and his lady-friend seek adventure/smarts in New England for road-warrior underworld 'chess' and must 'deal' light-for-darkness.

A sort of fun Boston-spin on the 1994 graphic/daring remake of that Peckinpah 'mod-classic' of the American landscape-psyche, The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the Donaldson film/production and all images used herein comprise a purely personal work for social view(s).

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HALEN: I'm making this box-gem swap with replicas for social media (insurance) commentary for the Ion company treasures, rumored to be blood-diamonds (African) and creating street-consumerism 'chat(s)' about Bostonian capitalism-race intuition(s) for all.

Halen, an MIT-grad, decided to invent a vigilante hand-trick to outmatch Baron Ion using an insurance/sports-treasure swap exposure for street/social commentary (New England) and was zooming around the city of schools/pubs in his 'borrowed' red-auto, which he now considered to be his (secret) bat-mobile (ha).

Halen had learnt much about capitalism chess in the Homeland, and he 'drew' a special Sabatini (Argentina) pro-women's tennis spirits youth-fanzine oriented 'treasure-image' for an exchange in merchant-sharpness examinations (for the public/streets) and hoped his sweetheart (Delilah) would join him in this Bostonian-residence 'infiltration' for a sporting cyber-fanzine image for materialism.

BARON ION: We'll see if this duo arriving at my residence are road-warrior of gem-market or just vagrants, so I'll dispatch my evil minion Fred to track/test their mettle before their 'grand' showcase for media-insurance commentary (ha).

Prior to the arrival, Halen had already infiltrated Ion company boxes and gem-store holding(s) for swaps with replicas and left notes reading, "Ion company rival(s) with an insured 'game' commentary/journal for fan-consumerism interest/fashion."

BARON ION: This mystery-force using water-guns filled with acid seems to 'catch' street-material (ha).

All was not adventure and vigilante-romanticism for this Bostonian, for when Halen persuaded his darling (Delilah) to become his 'ally' for this New England insurance 'crusade' for super vision, he didn't know that the bad-baron would dispatch that evil 'troll' assassin (Fred) to create 'high-tension' in this mod-Homeland tale of wit(s) and watches (for the Ego).

DELILAH: Alright, I'll do it (for you).

HALEN: I trust you (incompletely!).

DELILAH: Hey, you're right I was 'bored' but I'm your girl (and I love social-media photo optimism).

HALEN: I know; you know I admire your photography spreads (for cyber-cultures).

After Halen/Delilah were all 'set' to enter Ion's Bostonian residence, they revisited one of Halen's 'target-mark' sites for this underworld-dominion of treasure-insurance 'chess' and met the evil Fred who tried to shoot Halen but was himself shot (by Delilah's silencer).

DELILAH: Maybe we should look for the right-stuff store for a Valentine's purchase/deed.

FRED: I'm that musketeer of Bostonian-legend speak, and my injury heals in the hands of this (darling) vet-couple (Danica/Samuel) whom shall become my (private) cyber-mosaic of Homeland 'fashion' matter.

DANICA: You bloody murdered my husband, Fred!

FRED: Don't lie to me...you yearned to escape your life of medicine, Danica.

DANICA: I'm your sidekick now...for your revenge-plot against Halen?

FRED: Correct-o; if all turns to my view for Hell's paradise, we'll get a toy/gift from the company.

Danica, a proud vet/scientist, had now turned to Hell and became Fred's ally and consented to help him avenge his (own) humiliation and used some nifty cyber-tracking to discover Halen/Delilah were at the Courtyard (motel) making a science-blog of some nature (diamond-lasers) ahead of their arrival at the Ion land (wow).

ION: You got here (safe)!

HALEN: We needed to dispose of Fred/Danica, a pair of peanuts, baron.

DELILAH: What's this deal, baron?

HALEN: I needed to dispatch mettle-testers, Halen...c'mon I have doughnuts/absinthe.

DELILAH: Alright.

The miracle was achieved. Halen/Delilah drew 'Interpol-relation' eyes to Ion's company holding(s) in fare-challenged Boston (New England) and would spin this yarn into a student-population readership 'friendly' vigilantism yarn about 'inventions' in street-smarts/chess for 'insured' treasure-materialism (for all!).