Boston-Line

A Bostonian diamond-thief seeks a vigilante 'deed' while evading a 'sharp' cop-lady in what's become a Homeland of 'distance' to marks.

A 'bright' fanfiction of The Town (Ben Affleck). Thanks for reading! 

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AMLAN SATAN: I know the Ion-company's holding conflict-zone gems (Africa) in our Western bank of 'incomplete-distances' to insurance-examination(s) for materialism-readings, and I need to find some 'extra credit' purchase for what's an 'American' chess-ideation of knightly-readings (sure).

This smart-looking New Englander, Amlan Satan, had been working as a comics-writer of fortune-superstition tales in Boston-town when he learned of the blood-diamond insurance corruption 'chess-tied' with a special bank he knew he'd have to find infiltrations for the general (social media culture) Romanticism of the 'faces' of 'American' matches (hmm).

BANK MANAGER: This guy had a water-rifle filled with acid (made in the bank-restroom) while he carried-out Ion-company gems (rumored blood-diamonds) for this insurance-theater 'stunt' that we found in cyber-fanzines cast as a Boston-town 'media-language' for what's become a Homeland 'eye' (Interpol-relation?) for fortune-language (wow).

EZZY (Policewoman): You think he hopped on the same metro?

STATION-MANAGER: Some guy got-on in some Halloween mask.

EZZY: Well, there's plenty of stuff like that...it's Halloween.

MANAGER: Well, our metro's respectable for Boston's photo-synthesis.

Ezzy, a Ukraine who moved to New England during the Invasion, had learned of blood-diamond 'rumors' (some about insurance corruption/smugglers) and wondered if this theater-stunt was performed by an Ion-rival (prepaid/insured?) for a hand-write in examinations (for streets marketing).

EZZY: This guy's got to know Boston-town's metro-lines like geo.

POLICE-CHIEF: He must be some 'labyrinth' wizard (for terrorism-IQ).

EZZY: Blood-diamond stuff's got the smell of eco-piracy, chief!

POLICE-CHIEF: Maybe this 'town' needs a map-for-lead.

EZZY: You come here often, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: I love Boston-town...and bookstores (Edith Wharton, etc.).

EZZY: James Joyce?
AMLAN: Sure...I'm Catholic.

EZZY: I'm a policewoman, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Wow...what if I was a bank-robber?
EZZY: Did you hear of that blood-diamond 'conspiracy' from Africa?

AMLAN: All I think of in this Harvard-IQ town/bookstore is you!

EZZY: Aha.

Why'd Amlan Satan flee Boston after this 'miracle-deed' for blood-diamond lore and history? He left his new-lady (Ezzy, the policewoman) a Boston-album, perhaps hoping what she'd 'think' of in this 'town' of materialism-darkness (in the post-9/11 era Homeland) was a lyric(s)-sense of 'incomplete-distances' to 'American' reaction!

Amlan enjoyed (alone) his world-exchange symbolic soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate in his new Brussels-sprout financed pad (Belgium!) where he'd embrace what he learned (from Boston) concerning the 'Wolfen' hearts required for (serious) capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' defenses (for letters?).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)