Bank-Break: Diamonds are Knucklebones

A Story by Abishai100

Detective-cop narrates portrait of chase of Robin Hood masked diamond-man for expression of insurance/consumerism/materialism superstition.

A heist fiction with eco-superstition overtones. Thanks for reading,

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"Well, I was assigned to this horrid case in an Earth-shore concerning a man who walked into a bank with rumored/insured conflict-zone gems from African shores (mined by warlords in zones for rogue finance) smuggled into North America and Europe for black market operations, perhaps casting himself as a Robin Hood type but masked/geared/poised and self-representing himself as an eco-terrorist with some loose petrol-politics world-commerce insurance integrity jargon for the Ego."

"I'd been working as a vice-officer and self-poised detective of sorts on Earth, in the shoreline-city where the Robin Hood merry-man seemed to make this loose/liberal commerce-insurance action-adventure talk for social media gossip for bloody gems street-talk for an Ion-company whose box he burned with water-guns filled with restroom-made HCL. I gave the Robin Hood merry-man the Earthling alias 'Shadow' for his eerie eco-vigilante visage and sought to dilute the street/beach/city anarchy he made one very-special day in my world (Facebook-like!)."

"Do we really care about integrity of gems circulated in our fare-rich Blue Planet these days? Well, this Shadow sure seemed to suggest we should. Of course, one month prior to the heist, a mystery-man investor walked into the very-same bank in my shoreline-city claiming he had interest of a toy-store linked account with some eco-consciousness associations interest from the West (USA). We at my police-station joked the investor, who never showed-up again, was the very-same 'Shadow' and drew us into some Selfie-consumerism life comment about comic art keratin for the Ego."

BANK MANAGER: The guy had water-guns and looked like a hermit/nomad.

ME: Claimed he was some kind of eco-theater artist?

BANK MANAGER: Had a bag of water-guns he said were part of a beach-shop.

ME: Made the acid in the restroom to load into the water-gun?

BANK MANAGER: He must've had some glass-tube in the shooting-piston, wow.

ME: He burned the Ion-box behind his back with the water-gun?

BANK MANAGER: He had the guardsman do jumping-jacks in front of camera.

ME: He covered the acid-burnt box with his theater-silk cloth post-burn?
BANK MANAGER: He had the guardsman record an entire eco-insurance act.

ME: Was Ion rumored to be tied to some black market keratin?

BANK MANAGER: What was the gossip, but we wish to stay out of insider-wars.

ME: Facebook-like (for toys/kites).

"What made this 'Shadow' (as we called him) so intrigued by the 'integrity' of commerce-insurance talk in my Earth shoreline-city for banks of traffic? Maybe our (shared) Selfie-consumerism time made him ultra-conscious of treasure-motions weight, as maybe Robin Hood had felt in his time 'negotiated' kingdoms-value intrigue for old-Europe kilns. This was all tied to capitalism superstition somehow, timeless (wow)."

"Well, I decided to make 'toast' of all this pensive eco-thought with some Earth shoreline-city eatery culinary-treat world-cultures exchange 'reflection' (Indian) luchi-bread diner-plate and wondered where Shadow flew-away too post deed-talk; and I conjectured he went to Brussels to open a waffle-dive with some (earned?) commission for storyteller-value of capitalism entropy (hmmm). We honestly needed some Robin Hood merry-talk for our time of consumerism weariness and 'troubles' of the heart (for leviathan/uncertainty!)."

"I decided to get my son (Damian), from my divorce, a double-set of East-Coast and West-Coast (USA) classic American NFL-QB star trading-cards that Xmas and thought why he'd think his mommy-cop of the police-station was thinking of sports/TV treasures for my Earth-age of toys and sports. Damian really liked the present; and I never saw any crime/underground fingerprint of the 'Shadow' in my Earth-area (again). I just thought he went somewhere to retire and forget (all) about eco-capitalism woes. Damn, we wished we caught the Robin Hood, if only to inquire if he really did care about the street-gossip of eco-consciousness he (unwittingly?) cast with his theater-heist of modern 'sportsmanship' kilns (Facebook-like)."