Monaco Silver Road

Two mercenaries, considered displaced 'Ronin' of Earth, take a job in Monaco involving treasures/insurance and a dark tricky wish.

A fun fanfiction of Ronin (John Frankenheimer). Thanks for reading! 

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AMLAN: Who's our employer; need post-UK info for a Monaco roadway(s), friend.

RAKI: You/I know we've been in this 'business' long-enough not to seek friend-word.

AMLAN: Yeah, you're right; perchance this is some language-arts for dialysis, pal (ha).

RAKI: Fate(s) of the Ronin...suicide or genocide missions for fortunes.

AMLAN: Yeah, you're right; Facebook like.

EMPLOYER: "Needn't concern yourself with the agenda of this task, my special duo-Ronin of Earth; this is simply a bureaucracy-reading for Monaco's roadways; I need you to intercept a treasure-motion by car, at a store, and through ghouls of an Ion-company branch of knowledge; perchance you'd find some extra credit 'examination' for super market type."

The Monaco silver-plan for Amlan/Raki was something of a misadventure, for there'd been a stalking-tracker (UK) follow-up man for Amlan's past-fate, and the result street-chase (BMW) led to all forms of darkness for watchers, with machine-guns and bread (hmmm).

AMLAN: That wasn't fun.

RAKI: No civilian casualty, nonetheless, pal.

AMLAN: Did you see those two waitresses (Monaco)?

RAKI: Perchance you have some mafia-photo to showcase for boas/toast, Ronin-pal.

AMLAN: Perchance (Facebook like).

WAITRESS 1: Luchi-bread.

WAITRESS 2: Amoretto.

AMLAN/RAKI: A Thanksgiving-TV (American football) signed treasure for one of you!

WAITRESS 1: Detroit-city QB-rookie card for Super Bowl 'premonitions' Romanticism.
WAITRESS 2: We're Euro-currency, but perchance you two gents are...Ronin?

AMLAN/RAKI: Facebook like.

EMPLOYER: "Remember this Monaco silver road's all language-arts for dangers; congrats on the car-scene; now, you're to intercept a gem-storage for delivery, in briefcase, for tourism-marketing hyperbole; we think there's some UK-tie, so be way (Facebook like)."

The guns used for the store-deposit intercept were handy-dandy machine-guns, furnished by Amlan and Raki's anonymous employer (Monaco). They did the deed and only had to kill 3 ghouls to perform the task and acquire the laurel(s), but they knew that was the job of Ronin, even in the 21st-Century of 'incomplete-distances' to fortune-readings for transit-securities. No waitress would undo such gun-dye (sure).

AMLAN: Chicken-pie for post-deed (Monaco).
RAKI: I need a trip to WalMart...sanity-maintenance, pal.
AMLAN: We got rid of that UK-tracker from my past with 'cool' bonds.
RAKI: Chicken-pie for post-deed (Monaco).

"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)