Arles-by-Ronin

Two displaced ex-intelligence world-men ("Ronin") must find Euro/Arles 'currency-chess' for a smugglers-governance-media 'game' for sportsmanship-deliverance.

A fun world adventure intelligence yarn, drawn from the themes/concepts of Ronin (John Frankenheimer). Thanks for reading (here comes the Spring), 

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AMLAN: This Euro-currency diamond-smugglers merc-work is Ronin-employment.

MARCUS: We've found a mystery-man employer for our displaced lives, friend!

AMLAN: You've no look of a lingering-insider with espionage-marks, Marcus.

MARCUS: I suppose you're ex-American intelligence with wandering fortunes?

AMLAN: Ronin, displaced samurai moved to mercenary-lifestyle; bread/fruit!

MARCUS: We'll have to determine if our employer's trustworthy himself.

AMLAN: I actually maybe miss my days with overground gov't-intelligence, friend.

MARCUS: Perchance this spins a Facebook like, for bureaucracy-arts.

AMLAN: Perchance (Facebook like).

Amlan and Marcus found themselves in Arles (France) for a mystery-employment mercenary-service with an unnamed diamond-smugglers highways interception-investor and thought it was some prelude 'examination' ahead of the European-continent hosted Summer Games, with diamond-marketing/endorsements chess-ties, but they also knew the Arles-bank would require some incomplete-lines IQ for roadways bureaucracy-surgery acumen. Was this some diamond-Olympics wed smugglers-microscopy tied with overground capitalism/consumerism/media game of shadows (for all)?

EMPLOYER: Thanx for the accept (of the game-proposition), gents.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Is this something for the United Kingdom, good-friend?

EMPLOYER: As ex-intelligence world-displaced 'Ronin' of IQ, you needn't know!

AMLAN/MARCUS: This bank and roadways job concerns some gov't-eyes, then?

EMPLOYER: So many questions for displaced-Ronin; worries me about spy-games.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Let's say we're curious about our own skin, Mr. Employer.

EMPLOYER: Do the job with the skills on your sheets, and you'll be fine.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Diamonds are forever (thanx).

While Amlan/Marcus could've felt more secure had they more insider-info about their mystery diamond-smugglers highways interception-investor employer ('Mr. Employer'), they'd felt contended to feel like the bread/fruit of Arles (France) offered a nifty hospitality-reading for incomplete-lines of bureaucracy-arts 'examinations' for their mercenary (Ronin) misadventure and swapped (blood-diamonds?) in a bank/store with replicas and made roadways adventure ride-chase with some (Ion-company) gargoyles, in the hopes of a post-deed retirement dream-escape with Mr. Employer's promised reward.

MR. EMPLOYER: You folks have the look of 'dowry' fanfare (Kingdom of Heaven).

CYBER_FANZINE (Arles/Dartmouth): "The road-game chess-tied with conflict-gems of Euro-currency 'darkness' made for some nifty night-vision smoke and brimstone, and it didn't feel like standard criminal way-fare, and perchance it's offered us Euro-trash some language-arts lines for intelligence-undergrounds for commerce-and-treasure (insurance?) dialysis for the spirits."

AMLAN: Did Mr. Employer express relief/gratitude for us, Marcus?
MARCUS: He encouraged us to 'integrate' into Arles-town for Romanticism-books.

AMLAN: Good...I met two very nice lady-waitresses in a bistro (onion-soup good).

MARCUS: Can Ronin find the toylands of Earthling flares, post-career in Hell?

AMLAN: With doubts; anything's dowry for intelligence-book, if insiders can too.

MARCUS: Fine (thanx).

"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)