The Reno Getaway

Amlan/Ezzy 'dart' for a Reno 'deed' of value(s) and wit(s) and contend with the Homeland 'force' of (purified) darkness/bouillon (for the spirit).

A Reno-set adaptation of the nifty mod-remake (1994) of the graphic/iconic Peckinpah 'classic' about American crime-landscape materialism, The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks for reading (and Happy Labor Day!), 

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AMLAN: We'll make for this Reno-Getaway fable a cool vigilante-photo share.

EZZY: I suppose our Philly-life of dentistry/sports yielded a yearning for lore.

AMLAN: Trust me...we'll gain 'copycat' fans (in this mod-chess Homeland).

EZZY: Alright!

Amlan Satan and Ezzy Harris darted to Reno for a pseudo-vigilante 'Crusade' concerning a blood-diamond baron (Ion-company) who was rumored to be vacationing there and showcasing his new treasure-pieces (gems) to travelers/investors and 'welcoming' special enthusiasts and 'gamers' or players willing to offer a 'wage' for Western materialism storytelling. Amlan/Ezzy decided their East-Coast life of 'normal' 'patriotism required a more focused distance from their comfy Philly-area suburban townhouse, where they'd become Eagles/Devils super-fans (wow). This was all, as Amlan declared to Ezzy (his 'ally') 'good' for social media and photo-shares.

BARON ION: We've to the doll-house tent(s) for gem-insurance stake(s).

ASSOCIATE: Are you certain, dear baron, there's no musketeers afoot?

BARON ION: Who so shall dare to lift my doll-museum of insurance is fool.

ASSOCIATE: Maybe we might declare a socail-media 'face' for consumerism?

BARON ION: Nah...I've plenty of photo-share ideas for regular Reno-life.

Well, our bad-baron hadn't anticipated this vigilante-dart dare posed by the two 'gamers' (citizens of the Philadelphia area of the East), Amlan Satan and Ezzy Harris, who'd zoomed to Reno in their 'borrowed' cool-white Swedish-auto in which they'd 'erect' their special lore-friendly 'fable' of insurance-hand commentary for a fresh Homeland view for what'd become a capitalism-race expression of confidence --- that of pure materialism (for all).

AMLAN: Reno, the big-little city of lights/games, my darling Ms. Harris.

EZZY: Will you propose marriage in this city-of-wonder(s), Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: You can trust me...for now, we're simply angels-of-mission.

EZZY: You're certain we're prepared (emotionally) for potential darkness?
AMLAN: Sure; in fact, Reno's the hospitality-hand for 'secured' bounty!

EZZY: Alright.

Well, Amlan/Ezzy managed to enter the 'dragon-lair' of Ion's Reno-suite room and played their hand with poker/21 while inebriating the baron with absinthe, while Ezzy danced for him. This made Satan quite 'anxious' but not doubtful of Ezzy's faithfulness to him (ha), since, after all, they'd devoted themselves (incompletely) to this 'life' of ad/venture. While Ion was boasting/toasting, Amlan used a water-gun filled with acid to burn a hole into his suite-safe and lifted his blood-diamonds and took some of them to place into a fake-gem bracelet to replace inside with a note reading, "Borrowed gems for a swapped (valued!) jewelry-piece while we make some (Interpol-relation) insurance commentary on Reno social-media for your Ion-company matter in American cyber-magazine myth."

GOLDFINGER: These two 'musketeers' seek to make me some social celeb.

ASSOCIATE: Let's 'allow' them this insurance-handshake and then chart chess.

GOLDFINGER: Excellence; we'll wait here, but I'm sending an assassin.

ASSOCIATE: Your old evil minion (Fred), baron?
GOLDFINGER: I'll wait here; I'll make some photo-shares about my suite.

As Goldfinger sent out his 'sentinel' Fred to determine the 'proportion(s)' response to Amlan/Ezzy in Reno, the two protagonist-heroists decided to make their (proportion) Interpol-relation commission-exchange and insurance-commentary 'examinations' on the cyber-platforms (as indicated by their consultants online) and charted their 'great-escape' from any potential Goldfinger 'route' of materialism (wow).

FRED: They burned your suite-safe and you still think this is a benefit?
GOLDFINGER: Don't doubt me; they'd choreographed a media-theater (for me).

FRED: Alright; but I suppose I'm to 'frighten' them for your dominion?

GOLDFINGER: What, don't I look like a safe-man, for Reno's matter?

AMLAN: That bracelet with Goldfinger's own gems I kept in his safe was cool.

EZZY: We've only 2 days to get the hell out of here, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: I liked the way you danced for Goldfinger, Esmerelda.

EZZY: If you doubt me now, Amlan Satan, no treasure-deed is worth insanity.

AMLAN: Alright.

As Amlan/Ezzy rounded out this Romanticism-for-Reno, the evil Fred stalked their tracks in the big-little city and was 'identified' by Satan who shot the rascal in the foot with his water-gun filled with acid (the very-same one he used for the Goldfinger safe-ABCD) and forced Fred to ask a young couple visiting Reno for medical-assistance (private) in their suite (wow).

FRED: Help me out and I'll make you 'angels' on Reno cyber-albums (ok).

DAPHNE/JED: Wow...we'd not anticipated this 'sideshow' for heroism!

FRED: Oh, you'll feel like Reno-flyers (when I'm done!).

Fred was no 'average' underworld figure/man, and he allowed Daphne/Jed to treat them (privately) in their Reno-suite before he shot Jed in the heart and burned his body to ash in the hotel-basement furnace-room incinerator and then 'stole' Daphne whom he realized 'yearned' for a darker and more 'exciting' life of crime/evil(s). Fred was the 'classic' minion, a man of bad-proportion, someone who reminded you why that Old West in American lore was so 'rich' with 'social media' imagery concerning unforgettable Hell (wow).

GOLDFINGER: Amlan/Ezzy left Reno (completely)?
ASSOCIATE: Rumors fly in the floor that they'd been engaged by Fred.

GOLDFINGER: What the hell happened (then)?
ASSOCIATE: Fred was sighted roaming with a 'sidekick' (Daphne)!

GOLDFINGER: And?
ASSOCIATE: Apparently, Amlan/Ezzy made their getaway (with speed).

GOLDFINGER: Where's Fred (now)?

ASSOCIATE: He's vanished, baron.

GOLDFINGER: Damn; I'm to make these gem-insurance comments for Reno.

ASSOCIATE: Perhaps there's new 'Homeland-art' requiring our (own) escape.

GOLDFINGER: Damn.

Amlan/Ezzy fled to Brussels-Belgium for their newfound life of 'insured' retirement/artworks/homeschooling, and Amlan Satan would mail Goldfinger a special sportsmanship-culture 'trophy' image/item, a Sabatini (Argentina) women's tennis 'memoir' (20th-Century) of the upstart-athlete's cool defiance of the then-indomitable Graf (Germany) in the 1988/1990 US-Open Finals (NY) with the note, "I doubt you remember me, baron, but this 'gift' of competition-education would suggest to you that our 'shared' investment(s) in treasure-readings for gem-motions hyperbole in America offer a 'fitness' view for what's simply become a 'Western' marketing (for media-charades)."

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)