Getaway's Art

A Story by Abishai100

'Fun' fanfiction of the 1994 Donaldson remake of the Peckinpah graphic crime-psyche 'thriller' exploring the 'links' between misadventure...and wire.

A 'cool' adaptation of the 1994 remake of the mod-classic Peckinpah portrait of crime-roadway(s) psyche-matter, The Getaway (Roger Donaldson). Thanks for reading (signing off I think),

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Amlan Satan was tired of his life as a lawyer and decided to pack-up and proposed to his mail-order-bride (Ezzy) from Thailand that they'd get on a special vigilante-mission to Phoenix for a match for a blood-diamond baron (Ion-company) for a sportsman-trophy 'wage' concerning social-media insurance examinations/commentary in the mod-Homeland of 'incomplete-distances' to treasure-confidence (for the Ego).

AMLAN: Are you psyched for this view for what's a fortune-reading?
EZZY: I thought I'd marry a legal-person, not a musketeer (Satan)!

AMLAN: Don't fear; I've 'borrowed' a crisp-auto for Phoenix-chess brains.

EZZY: Alright (I guess).

Of course Ezzy didn't anticipate this 'vigilante' mission-view for what's (surely) a capitalism-race chess-stalemate 'consciousness' risk concerning this mod-Homeland (Phoenix) 'environment' of finance/piracy woe(s) linking to rogue (terrorism?) groups, and all she dreamt of in the States was photo-graphics excellence for tourism/lifestyle (for cyber-fanzine readers of Western-society travel/transit bread!).

BARON-ION: You want a 'Kentucky-upstart' company (Arklow) for IQ?

SATAN: A joint-media investment/statement, for a future(s)-million.

BARON-ION: You wish for this treasure-exchange/handshake for insurance?

SATAN: You leave the roadway(s) freckles to me, bad-baron (ok).

BARON-ION: Alright (good for social media).

This guy (Ion-company) lived like a homegrown-monarch, and his work with bloody-gem insurance veils for commerce-matrix 'evil(s)' targeted him for cyber-rumors/gossip, which is how Amlan Satan (ex-lawyer) found him, working through some nasty eco-mining case linked to African exporting companies and North American (Western) real-estate developers (Euro-investments?). Amlan/Ezzy were to enter this 'estate' and get the baron drunk (Ezzy's role) while Amlan swapped his safe-gems with fakes and leave-behind two special dolls and a little insurance-note indicating the 'Rationalism' of their (final) parting. Was this good for social media? What do you think?

MERCHANT: You wish to trade (Ion-company) gems for your African-pieces?
SATAN: Would I lie...in a theater-performance getup/mask (like this)?

MERCHANT: What's the acid for, Mister Satan?
SATAN: It's a Halloween media-insurance show-line for Arizona-matter.

MERCHANT: You look like Michael Myers!

SATAN: Trust in Ion and our rival (insurance) group for insured media.

MERCHANT/OWNER: Alright (good for social media).

This 'deed' was achieved at the Arizona outfit en-route to the Ion-palace but the company associates informed the bad-baron who immediately dispatched his evil road-minion (Fred) to 'test' the mettle of Amlan/Ezzy...to determine (certainly) if these 'merchant-musketeers' with a sportsman-wage for insurance-commentary were indeed 'geeks' or 'scholars' of capitalism's photo-graphics (for social media!).

FRED: They got away, boss.

ION: What's this sound of you losing-touch.

FRED: That nerd shot me with acid and I crawled to a vet-office.

ION: You want revenge (now)?
FRED: These two rascals are rather sporting; I picked up an ally.

ION: What one of the vet-docs, Fred?
FRED: She'd been 'weary' with her vet-hubby and wanted a new-life.

ION: Do what you do, Fred; I imagine her hubby's dead; I wait for news.

FRED: It'll be good for social media, Ion (promises).

ION: Excellence.

This 'ally' Fred picked-up was a nasty lady with a heart for darkness and betrayed her poor-fellow hubby (Theodore) to become Fred's roadway(s) siren-ally and promised they'd avenge Fred's humiliation at a Courtyard (motel) in Arizona. However, when this bad-lady (Danica) and Fred found Amlan/Ezzy at a roadside diner close to Ion's estate, Danica tried to bloody-murder Ezzy but herself (along with Fred) was shot with a silencer (by Ezzy!).

EZZY: I wonder what I'd recount with (all) this on Facebook (wow).

AMLAN: Just remember the fashion-photo graphics, Ezzy; it's all evil.

ION: They left me this double-set of basketball-dolls.

ASSOCIATE: The insurance-comment note read, "Brussels-sprout parting."

ION: Yes, we're 'moved' to gem-insurance commentary for cyber-IQ.

ASSOCIATE: Do you 'doubt' Amlan/Ezzy were musketeers-for-hire?

ION: I dunno if they're (Interpol-relation?) suits; but this smells awful.

ASSOCIATE: Perhaps the two 'heroes' vanish...as should we, Ion.

ION: Perhaps (good for social media).

Well, Amlan/Ezzy performed quite a daring act for this blood-diamond insurance 'examination' in Phoenix, which requires (surely) medicinal doses of repetitive photography (ha). This entire ordeal of acid, betrayal(s), treasure-insurance, vigilantism, road-mystery, and capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' IQ should remind you of the 'quality' of fortune-readings' bread (for the Ego).

EZZY: A liquid-crystal gem-watch for V-Day in Belgium (hmm).

SATAN: You're my good-lady; and I love Brussels-sprout Romanticism!

EZZY: That's your secret of trust (for me); you love my cooking.

SATAN: I love what we do/did together, Ezzy; Euro-fate for US-magicians.

EZZY: I'll post something about (all) this on social media, honey.

SATAN: Cool.

Amlan Satan had become quite the 'musketeer' of the crime-psyche consciousness, and insurance/marketing had been 'enhanced' (miraculously) in the mod American Southwest (Arizona), and perhaps this tale of self-made action-adventure (with the 'bread' of darkness) casts this offbeat American 'character' as a modern-day 'Robin-Hood' good-fellow of all that's (simply) materialism's reach.