Hornet: Micro-Empire of Beryl

A Story by Abishai100

A 'faerie-tale' of noir-proportion and 'beryl' adventurism for an Earth-capitalism 'chess' race concerning (real) minds.

A world adventure drawn from various media/comics, which I think you'll like (and thanks so much for reading!),

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AMLAN SATAN: This interest for beryl-chess casts me as a 'James Bond' character world thinker with a special requirement for both escape/materialism (but good for social-media).

Our protagonist hero-prince of 'deeds' in capitalism-race underground 'chess' (Amlan Satan) was known by some inner-circles as the pseudo-vigilante operationalist named Hornet. Well, Hornet had sought to swap some bank-vault blood-diamonds (Ion-company) with beryl-items alongside his Cali-scientist 'insider' (Ezzy) and flee for a Euro-interest in the hospitality industry but needed to affirm his darling's commitment/oath(s) for this action-adventure for capitalism-race 'confidence' language (hmm). Was this good for social media?

EZZY: I wanted to be an artist/writer, Satan.

AMLAN: I'm the Hornet!

EZZY: Take this seriously, Hornet.

AMLAN: I got you this capitalism-comic.

EZZY: I like Richie-Rich as much as any other American girl, Amlan.

AMLAN: I know, but trust me --- this is 'excellent' for escape/media (insured).

EZZY: Maybe we'll make some fortune-comics (together) in Belgium?

AMLAN: Richie-Rich rules.

The Ion-company was moving these conflict-zone gems for insurance-veils and masked the entire Homeland operation with a diamond-laser 'sci-investment examination' chess-tied with a major Western/Cali firm/institute and required Ezzy to become an insider-operator for insurance journals (commentary) and forced her to become a 'liaison' for one of the Ion 'science' minions.

EZZY: This is good for social media; a more serious 'photo' work for writing.

HORNET: You had an 'affair' with this Ion-company gargoyle, girl?
EZZY: I told you that you needed to promise your faith in me, Hornet.

HORNET: We'll think about this later; we've a job to do (in the vault/institute).

EZZY: I won't become a wayward decoy/hostage girl of insider-exposure (ok?).

HORNET: Alright; I need to 'rethink' my labor(s) with Mardi-Gras (with you).

EZZY: Never (good).

Hornet/Ezzy achieved the deed and moved the treasures and made the swap with beryl-items and used an acid-rifle (water-gun inserted with a thin-glass tube in the shooting-piston and filled with restroom-made HCL by Ezzy!) to make the box-burn for the swap.

MANAGER (Bank/Institute): This was an insurance 'deed' requirement for the Ion-company, and Hornet's hostage-insider was some 'brokered' witness agent (Interpol-relation?) for a journal-examination concerning Western treasure-insurance motions bonds (wow).

Hornet/Ezzy fled to Belgium for a Brussels-sprout interest in hospitality-market escape from this underworld of 'unholy' treasure mining/examinations and hoped to recount the entire 'misadventure' through comics-writings and memoirs of beryl-and-bonds.

HORNET (Amlan Satan): It was the airport-escape at phase-3 that reinvented me as a Euro-handshake 'artist' of anime-friendly capitalism adventure materialism (on the good Earth).

CYBER_FANZINE: "Street-rumors flew that the theater-duet zoomed past Ion-company gargoyles (LAX) with an airport-locker box last-minute 'exchange' and boarded their flight-plan to Belgium, and left-behind their 'toy' (water-rifle) as a message-memento of modern 'pseudo-vigilantism' materialism (good for social media!)."

EZZY: What's the examination concept for Belgium, Satan?
AMLAN: Call me Hornet!

EZZY: Thanks for 'pardoning' my (own) requirements.

AMLAN: Hey, we zoomed past that airport hurdle, didn't we, Ezzy?
EZZY: So what?
AMLAN: Don't look for depression; Earth has it in 'strides' for terrorism (ok).

EZZY: Ok (I've become a 'natural' photographer).

AMLAN: And I'm your reading-magician (now).

INVESTOR: Good-fellow, how'd you lose your eyesight?
HORNET: Vision is under-rated, compared to Belgian-beryl lore/gumption!

INVESTOR: Very good, fellow; this is 'fantastic' for our social-media game.

HORNET: I can 'feel' your gem-operation (here/now) is 'Facebook-bound.'

After much escapism/heroics for 'pseudo-vigilantism' our protagonist hero 'prince' (Hornet), Amlan Satan, succeeded in securing his art/restaurant double-enterprise in Belgium alongside Ezzy (his darling of endurance!) and shared a special memory-thanksgiving brunch of (Indian) luchi-bread, to forget all the 'trickery' required for capitalism-race 'chess' materialism-readings (for the spirit).

EZZY: A 1988/1990 US-Open finals 'memory-image' of Sabatini (Argentina)?

AMLAN: This is beryl-beauty, Ezzy; her defiance of invincible Graf (Germany).

EZZY: Cool; a youth-fanzine 'premonition-trophy' of media-age materialism?

AMLAN: That's right; see, I knew we'd be the right 'partners' for education.

EZZY: Did I tell you I'd been a (secret) fan of women's tennis (US-Open)?

AMLAN: Yeah, I actually attended the US-Open (NY) and got photo-mouth.

Thus ends the 'offbeat' tale of Hornet's 'great-escape' from treasure-insurance deeds Hellmouths and begins the 'new' tale of a Belgian examination (good for social media) concerning those superstitious/competitive 'links' in the overground between commerce-life, art, memory, and 'photo' empires (ha).