Cop/Thief: Onside Boston's Linguistics {Part-1}

Idealist eco-heroics man and Robin Hood fan of old Boston-town hatches Halloween heist theater but meets romance/sleuth for Earthling kale (trilogy-fiction).

Noir heist trilogy, set in New England (Boston-town). Happy Autumn-'25 Saturday, all (thanks for reading!) 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm making eco-theater outside the bank on Halloween.

FRIEND: You want me to sweet-talk the teller-lady you take as 'mock' hostage?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Just talk up Ion-co. gems and rumored/insured blood-diamonds.

FRIEND: I'm to say, "I heard of this eco-capitalism stunt-man guy, knows Baron Ion."

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'll have her escort me to the vault to keep all quiet/peace.

FRIEND: Use your water-gun loaded with acid to burn/swap Ion-gems, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: She'll dance in front of the camera, while I record the deed.

FRIEND: Leave her the tape for insurance-gossip, so Ion doesn't seek eco-knot.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You get 1/2 of the Robin Hood 'deed' for eco-vigilantism.

FRIEND: You depart for Brussels for the waffle-dive dream, Robin Hood.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (for eco-activists hyperbole).

AMLAN: I'm in love with you, Ezzy.

EZZY: I'm just a bank-teller of Boston-town, Mr. Satan (ok?).

AMLAN: I've got a Halloween season spirit and waffle-dream, ok?

EZZY: You want me to manage your Belgian-waffle(s) dive?

AMLAN: I'm in live with you, Ezzy.

EZZY: We just met, in Harvard-Sq., with you talking eco-stuff, damn.

AMLAN: I'm into eco-stuff and Earth treasures/insurance integrity (is all!).

EZZY: What if you're a psycho, Mr. Satan (hmmm)?

AMLAN: What if I'm like Robin Hood reincarnated (hmmm)?

EZZY: Geez, my bank manager will think I'm the evil Maid Marian for leaving.

AMLAN: Everything's Martian-envy post-Halloween (promises).

EZZY: Facebook-like.

Everything was promises as Halloween Day fast approached, for Mr. Amlan Satan, who fancied a Robin Hood eco-deed worth a street-superstitions and pockets-gossip extract for rumored/insured 'blood-diamonds' box burn/swap casting special Interpol-eye on smugglers-roads exploit stemming from African shores and destabilizing pre-Xmas consumerism/insurance integrity. However, Amlan had fallen for the bank-teller (Ezzy) he'd take as 'eco-theater' hostage after meeting her accidentally at Harvard-Sq. and then drew cyber-eye ire from the relentless and almost-ruthless hotshot rookie policewoman/detective (Charlie). Now, as Halloween approached, Amlan's one trusted friend in New England, in Boston-town, a bud from college-days (Dartmouth) feared for Amlan's dream of eco-heroics for Boston-town image (Facebook-like!).

FRIEND: This is your heist-mask (eco-theater), Satan?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Look, it's perfect, mime-like, like eco-agenda astral, ok.

FRIEND: Looks like a specter-visage from a horror-movie, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Ezzy just has to believe I'm a street-artist and inside-man.

FRIEND: You look like Michael Myers, not Robin Hood.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Happy Halloween.

TO BE CONTINUED...

"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)