Monaco's Ronin

Displaced IQ-warriors find Euro-currency 'chess' for Mr. Endymion (mystery-employer) for a treasure-race 'dialysis' watchful of democracy-value story-detectives.

A cool fanfiction of Ronin (John Frankenheimer). 

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AMLAN: Any concept-IQ for the origins of the employer for two misplaced Ronin, Marcus?
MARCUS: As displaced intelligence-men working-for-hire, Mr. Endymion's a mystery!

AMLAN: Monaco's got underground/invisible conflict-zone gem smugglers-IQ mystique?

MARCUS: All these questions you ask lead me to question if you're still working angles!

AMLAN: Hey, I consider you a trustworthy 'worker' of Earth-intelligence; no betrayals (me).

MARCUS: Mr. Endymion likes social media consumerism ad-confidence; that's what I know.

Amlan and Marcus were recruited by a mystery-employed (Mr. Endymion) to hop to a Euro-game, as wandering 'Ronin' (a term referring to displaced/misplaced guardian Eastern warriors who seek employment as mercs post-demise of their captains/masters!), in lovely Monaco and had to swap some treasures (blood-diamonds?) of Ion-company lore, using acid-guns and evading the roving street-patrol 'cops' in the streets. These were merely cars 'borrowed' and repainted as cop-cars, but fortunately, Marcus was a speedy-driver for this employment-game, and Amlan was good at shooting acid at tires after using acid to burn holes into the bank-box to swap treasures with glass-animals for a getaway worth its weight in Euro-gold.

ENDYMION: Thanx.

AMLAN/MARCUS: The post-bank road-fury was quite the 'examination' for Monaco-photo.

ENDYMION: I'll cover all street-game chatter, for the work tree(s), gents (thanx!).

AMLAN/MARCUS: What's this soldier-figurine you're painting, Mr. Endymion?

ENDYMION: A casting of the 'Ronin' (messenger of any-time war-chess agenda sentiments).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Was this (all) for some capitalism-race 'insider' (Interpol-relation?) diet?

ENDYMION: In this social-media/consumerism Earth, text-makes-digits, gents (thanx).

The Monaco road-game was the real 'gem' of this Ronin-tale, and Amlan/Marcus played it nicely! Marcus shocked Amlan with his gift-quality of road-turn and straight-glide comfort-consciousness as they darted-away from Ion's 'cop-cars' giving night-chase following the post-afternoon heist at the bank, leading all the way to Endymion's chateau outside Monaco. Well, the final evasion involved an escape from the heart of Monaco, followed by a cliffside road-car downing leading to a memoir for intelligence-men dialysis (ha).

NATALIE: You want me to think you're Ronin?
AMLAN: Why not...for a bureaucracy-Romanticism chat inside this Monaco-bistro?
NATALIE: I'm just a waitress, friend.
AMLAN: I'm just thinking of retiring...finding actual love, Natalie (wow).
NATALIE: I get the feeling a 'Ronin' like you doesn't retire...he adapts.
AMLAN: Oh, like my job-sidekick (Marcus), you think I'm a covert insider for intelligence!
NATALIE: Maybe you're hunting the very-same employer who's hired you for James Bond IQ.
AMLAN: I'm no James Bond...you'll be my perfect veil, darling (please).
NATALIE: Well...this does have the 'dye' of democracy, Facebook like.
AMLAN: Good.

ENDYMION: Vanished Amlan!

MARCUS: Perchance with some darling or because he was seeking-out...you.

ENDYMION: In this 21st-Century Earth-realm, incomplete-distances make for fortune(s).

MARCUS: You'll find some job (North American) that we'll reunite us with Amlan, me thinks.

ENDYMION: Ha, perchance for a Ronin-line worth its weight in social media digits (good).

"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)