Maze Runner Kick Xmas {Part 1}

Mercenary dares an evil-group (Hydra) siren to play holiday weekend game of chase for stake of prestige/quiet, in this martial-arts trilogy.

A martial-arts trilogy for your Autumn-'25 season pre-weekend. Thanks so much for reading (enjoy), 

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AMLAN SATAN: Slovak-Algerians should be ice-hockey folks, not mercs, right?

MR. HAND: I care not for your past or your destiny-words of other-life ideas!

AMLAN SATAN: I know, I know...you (only) seek my assassin/racer skills for a hit!

MR. HAND: You know my charge here, Mr. Satan...seek-out Eunice, Hydra's siren.

AMLAN SATAN: What do you know of this "Hydra" criminal-group of Earth-hell, sir?

MR. HAND: All's I know is my overground diamond-work is deflated by morale!

AMLAN SATAN: Yes, well...Hydra is known for underground smugglers wars, ok.

MR. HAND: I import gems from around the world; Hydra has me looking blind!

AMLAN SATAN: So...you need an assassin/racer (merc) like me to chase Eunice.

MR. HAND: You go play this dark-game with Eunice, Satan...to ruin Hydra, ha.

AMLAN SATAN: For a $2M get-away retirement to Brussels, I'm (all) diamonds, sir.

MR. HAND: Thanx (Selfie-like).

Amlan, armed with his gorgeous spear-on-rope weapon reflecting his 'fantastic' martial arts Selfie-balance skills for composure in engagement with any acrobatic adversary, be they armed or not, set-out to lure-out the horridly-evil siren of the evil Hydra-group in the American West, a woman of kung-fu and sniper-skills who was simply known as the Eunice; and she wasn't going to simply be Amlan Satan's rabbit in a dog-chase game given her albeit incomplete perfect evil-life as the mistress-lover of Hydra's anti-capitalist evil 'monarch' (Endymion).

Friends, this isn't to be an ordinary-folks tale of the American West, because firstly Amlan Satan had to find the right-words to make Eunice feel like her special field-death skills of weaponized darkness for unusual feminine strength was proportional to the 'excellence' of Amlan Satan's mercenary-genius, so the game would be worth Hydra's awfully-established power prestige of pyramids and pythons (for doubt).

AMLAN: I'm your James Bond.

EUNICE: You're foolish, Satan.

AMLAN: Here's the game for your lord and group, Eunice...a building run (ok?).

EUNICE: We're to break-in to a prestige-rich science-institution during holiday?

AMLAN: We then run-around, each with our resources/stuff, chasing each-other!

EUNICE: What about security/cameras, foolish-man Satan?

AMLAN: We make our own iPhone-recordings, but I'll scramble all cameras.

EUNICE: Lemme guess, you'll sub all sent/stored images with subbed ones.

AMLAN: I know someone on the inside and computing-codes for timers/imaging.

EUNICE: Well, not all mercenaries are private; some know things/people/stuff!

AMLAN: Is it a game?

EUNICE: Reminiscent of childhood...you're on, fool.

AMLAN: Thanx (prepare, for 1-month time, in-time for Xmas, the Eunice).

EUNICE: Facebook-like.

"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)