Arles: An IQ Test {Danger-Men}

A Story by Abishai100

A Euro-currency road-test for 'Ronin' of the 21st-Century of incomplete-lines to intelligence-for-capitalism defense/leviathan.

An adaptation of Ronin (John Frankenheimer).

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AMLAN: This employer has some gem-insurance work-ties with Parliament.

MARCUS: Seems like a mystery-man, even for ex-intelligence 'Ronin' of Earth.

AMLAN: You know of the Ronin-myth, pal...expressive!

MARCUS: Displaced by fallen-master, class-defender warriors of intelligence.

AMLAN: Quite intriguing; world-history; that's what we are, right --- Ronin?

MARCUS: Our mystery-employer for this Arles roadway(s) is femme, Amlan.

AMLAN: Did you serve out East; I'm a Western (Algerian-American).

MARCUS: Yeah; well, perchance the femme as a conflict-zone assurance-IQ.

AMLAN: We'll perchance have to engage in roadway(s) chase-chess (speedy).

MARCUS: I hear you're a very excellent 'chauffeur' of merc-work, Amlan.

AMLAN: You heard well (Facebook-like!).

Who was their mystery-femme (employer) for this Arles-IQ roadway(s) task in 21st-Century Earth (Euro-currency) for incomplete-lines of underworld (conflict-zone gems; eco-capitalism) consciousness? Amlan and Marcus were true 'Ronin' (ancient Japanese samurai myth of displaced warriors who wander Earth-realms as simplified/depressed mercs-for-hire at best!) and sought special 'intelligence' for this French toast work preceding a Summer Games anticipation of some pretty 'bound' diamond-ad/marketing language (for social media!).

The employer knew Marcus was a gifted art-reader of the works of Van Gogh and how the Arles-area had become iconic because of that night-cafe/terrace the depressed and brilliant Euro-artist cast in a certain hue for mentalism and wouldn't doubt her own ties to the world of treasure-motions for the human landscape and environment canvas. She didn't want questions, for that would suggest to her that Amlan or Marcus would/could still be 'non-Ronin' (or gov't-employed specters foiling her 'freelance' investment interest/rates for Olympics-diamonds capitalism chess-stalemate work for social-media platforms (wow).

FEMME: Thanx for the bank/store swap of the (rumored/insured) jewelry.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Bloody-gems from African shores, no?
FEMME: No worry about origins of my depression, but focus on the road-task.

AMLAN/MARCUS: We snatch a case and give flight from minion-auto chase?

FEMME: I know Amlan's some kind of speed-racer man, masked, right?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Are you working for the Parliament now?

FEMME: I dislike questionnaires, gents; thanx for the help (social media art).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Hail to Mount Olympus, right (cool).

It's the road-chase that serves as the real watermark of this Arles-roadway(s) misadventure for these two Ronin-gents for Euro-currency chess-stalemate deeds/actions. The diamond pieces and treasure-motions for insurance 'media' was the highlighted easy-point of returns for the Femme (employer of mystery-ID). However (Ion-company?) minion-autos would defend their stake of a case headed for the Games (Olympics).

AMLAN: This is impossible for imaging, man.

MARCUS: You ensure our speed-away drive post-case snatch, Amlan!

AMLAN: You have some experience with using toy-guns and tourism-traffic, eh?

MARCUS: I've ensured our funny-gun (toy!) is capable of breaking glass/rubber!

AMLAN: Alright (bureaucracy-art).

FEMME: I doubt Marcus is dirty, but I question Amlan's characterizations.

ASSOCIATE: If we get the roadwork through and the images filed, we're good!

FEMME: Nothing's good in this 21st-Century Earth of incomplete-IQ for Hell.

ASSOCIATE: Right (Facebook-like!).

Well, Marcus did his job and Amlan played the role of the adventure-chauffeur perfectly, and the Arles 'examination' was what the Femme (mystery-employer) hoped would be procured for her 'agenda' of Olympics-capitalism (for the Ego). In deed, the driving had veiled Amlan's secret-ID as a still-mired intelligence-man on the hunt for a diamond-insurance scam in Europe destabilizing key economics-reforms talks concerning the States, E.Europe, and the Kingdom (England).

Marcus made toast of their modest success with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to recount why Ronin-life is simply endurance. Amlan had vanished, and Marcus chose not to probe, simply satisfied with Ronin-consciousness (for now!). Was this a deep-tale of hospitality-readings for (simplified) dowries?