Belgian-Getaway

A Story by Abishai100

Can a Euro-deed for 'pseudo-vigilante' proportion for two 'darlings' of the West offer a lore for (insured) bread?

A bright-adaptation of the hip 1994 remake of the jarring/graphic Peckinpah 'mod-classic' about crime-roadway(s) psyche and borders The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks so much for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie 'fanfiction' offers no ties to the referenced film(s) and all images comprise a purely 'personal' exercise in creative hyperbole/imaging (for 'open' readings).

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Amlan/Ezzy were seeking a special adventure/trip for a Euro-handshake for treasure-motions insurance examination(s) and perhaps a Brussels-sprout 'consumerism' intelligence 'chess' away from their New England life of education/normality and perhaps (for us!) would seek this mod-Earth capitalism-race 'fantasy' for social-media culture flowery concerning travel/transit securities-and-bread.

AMLAN: Let's become Brussels-sprout vigilantes for a 'retreat' (Western).

EZZY: I like Western-hotels, and Belgian 'fantasy' is good social media (hmm).

THE TARGET: Goldfinger-estate; blood-diamond baron; a sports-exchange 'wage' for insurance commentary 'eye(s)' on Belgian social-media (cyber); to match the bad-baron inside his (own) Euro-materialism dominion/estate(s).

Well, our darlings from New England (Amlan/Ezzy) had fallen-in love with Brussels/Belgium and found great 'taste' for color in this landscape of hospitality-sampling and grilled waffle-cheese 'sandwiches' for a memory of the 'composition' of transit/travel daydreams (for the Ego).

AMLAN: An Imperia-auto for a roadway(s) getaway pre-and-post vigilantism.

EZZY: Is this Goldfinger-hand as 'black' as claimed on media, hon?
AMLAN: Truly, Esmerelda; this auto-drive is gesture for pure-focus (ok?).

EZZY: You doubt my ability.

AMLAN: Nah...just don't touch my wheel(s)...and be as careful (for me).

EZZY: Imperia-Bullion (for insurance).

BARON GOLDFINGER: These two idiots claim they've some sports-trophy image for a 'wage' of co-investment on Belgian nets for social eyes (Interpol-relation?), but if they're profit-chess bright, I must test their mettle...with my dispatched gargoyle from Hell (Fred)...good for social media.

Amlan first hit the gem-store in Brussels where Goldfinger had his special 'rumored' insured blood-diamonds placed in various rings/pieces for veiled marketing, and he was masked and wielded a toy water-gun set of which one gun was filled with acid, which he used to claim he was sent by Interpol-relation to make a piece-swap (with 'mock' street-pressure threat) for a social commentary about insured-treasures drama in modern capitalism-race journals. The owner, shocked and horrified, wondered if he was being 'examined' by a new world-order initiative to bring closer 'lights' to gem-motions watches and felt compelled to comply (wow).

EZZY: You're darling.

AMLAN: I felt like a Halloweens-specter inside that Belgian store!

EZZYL You just regret not showcasing such 'theater' in Boston-time.

AMLAN: I'm using the same mask for Halloween in New England (ok).

EZZY: Ok.

INTERPOL: "Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange(s) and makes 'rogue' finance woe (for journals)."

FRED: We shall see if these 'sporting' inspectors have the mettle for movies.

GOLDFINGER: You're the worst, Fred; simply make a movie out of it.

FRED: For a tasty Brussels-sprout plate of immortals, eh?

GOLDFINGER: I think of you as a cinema-villain, Fred (thanx).

Fred found Amlan/Ezzy at a Courtyard (hotel) and tried to shoot Ezzy in the arm but himself was sprayed with acid by Amlan and had to crawl to his getaway-car to speed to a nearby vet-center where he'd been treated by an unhappily-married couple (Danica/Dirk).

FRED: Now that I'm well...I'm taking Danica (with me) for revenge!

DIRK: She's unhappy, but she's mine, Fred.

DANICA: This guy sounds interesting (wow).

DIRK: Shut-up, wife.

FRED: Sounds/seems like 'your' Danica's all hand for photo-graphics.

Fred/Danica darted to intercept Amlan/Ezzy (our heroes) before they got to Goldfinger's estate (Brussels), but this time Ezzy had a silencer, which she used to shoot both of them in the head. Amlan dragged their bodies to the forest before they reached Goldfinger's house where Ezzy got him stupidly drunk while Amlan swapped his boasted 'bloody-gems' with fakes and left a Belgian tennis-star 'trophy' item (card) with a note reading in the back, "We're off to the States for cyber-comments about gem-insurance 'examination' and hope you'll find that swift-path to simplified materialism, as we retreat for our (permanent) hostel...for Goldfinger's patronage (or boast)."