A-Ronin

A Story by Abishai100

A world-roadways intelligence adventure of the half-underworld, chess-linked with treasures/insurance/dialysis.

A world-roads underworld-intelligence yarn, last one inspired by the crafted Euro-misadventure IQ masterpiece Ronin (John Frankenheimer).

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AMLAN: Displaced intelligence-agents, working as misplaced Ronin (mercs-IQ).

MARCUS: This Brussels 'examination' makes our mystery-employer ominous!

AMLAN: What if I told you I was still working as an insider of blood-diamonds?

MARCUS: Conflict-zone gem mining/smuggling for terrorism-finance is not me.

AMLAN: Well, our mystery-employer (Mr. Endymion) doesn't seem to care!

MARCUS: Perchance the roadway(s) pie-portion of this 'game' is dialysis?

AMLAN: Good social-media/citizenry-consumerism 'hologram' for patriots, pal.

MARCUS: Ha (bureaucracy-arts for Hell).

Amlan and Marcus wouldn't have guessed their Brussels/Belgium merc-employment that revealed in their psyche of their Ronin status was all-hat, but their mystery-employer (masked/anonymous), Mr. Endymion, insisted the gem-store heist/swap pre-chase by car with Ion-company smugglers patrol-cars would yield a Euro-currency 'insurance' spotlight to draw (Interpol-relation?) super vision to cut-off some smugglers-tracks linking to the United Kingdom Bank, for a special line in 'religious' vigilantism-painted treasure-motion IQ. Was this Facebook like?

INTERPOL: "Blood-diamond corruption makes 'rogue' finance/piracy woe(s)."

ENDYMION: Excellence in the gem-store swap with my replicas, gents/heroes.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Is this some Parliament-talk linked blood-diamond cutoff (IQ)?

ENDYMION: Don't concern yourself with African-stones labor-exploitation rings!

AMLAN/MARCUS: Guessing you're some fan of 'classic-kingdoms' cinema/media.

ENDYMION: As long as you two aren't insiders for betrayals, this shall be movie!

AMLAN/MARCUS: Eco-capitalism underworld IQ for Hell and Ronin, Endymion?

ENDYMION: You're Ronin; displaced world-intelligence men with cinema-sadness.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Perhaps we've found a buddy-system for retirement/joy!

ENDYMION: Good, for bureaucracy's art (cinema).

Amlan/Marcus managed to make the gem-store raid (Ion-company) of the rumored/insured blood-diamonds from Sierra Leone and sped-off chased by the company-patrol 'minion' cars, and fortunately, Marcus was a great-shot and used some toy pellets to make side-by-side closeups annoying, and he complemented the funny-shots in the inner-city streets with outskirts/hillside shots of his water-gun loaded with HCL to burn the tires of the Ion-patrols making chase through the 'woven' Belgian landscape, which had become a consumerism tourism nightmare for diamond-insiders working as 'overground' duty-men for capitalism-race chess (wow).

MERCHANT: You're from a rival of the Ion-company, aren't you?
AMLAN: This is an insurance-examination for an insider-game (prepaid!).

MERCHANT: Can't argue with an 'IQ-man' with a gun loaded with HCL, no?

AMLAN: You said it; this is Belgian waffles from Hell, and your coop's valued.

MERCHANT: I guess guessing who's good/evil is a fool's wage, no?

AMLAN: You said it; thanx for your cooperation; we're only Ronin now.

MERCHANT: Good (farewell/damn).

The roadway(s) chase through the Brussels/Belgian landscape from sunset-to-eve was quite the modern Ronin master-tale, and it led to an injury for Marcus with a quick secret-depot spot for medical-care, and then the two returned to Endymion's private-lair to negotiate the commissions/retirement view. Marcus wondered if Amlan was joking about still being an 'insider' or driver of the Euro-currency game of this underworld (now).

Before departing from Belgium, the two shared a very typical meal, during which Amlan explained his 'agenda' to find good-romance in the West (America) with a nice sports-media figurine, a cheerleader/doll who'd help him 'transcend' all his work as an ex-CIA merc for hire with a sour brain! Marcus revealed he was to seek a Swiss-bistro operation for earned retirement-consciousness. Neither cared about Mr. Endymion's diner-table(s) now (hmmm).