Reno Sky: Darkman/Agent (Part 2)

Intelligence-underground adventure (James Bond) franchise fanfiction finds (special) Agent-010 seeking Reno-skies graphs for black market wrath-knowing (trilogy).

James Bond fanfiction for your 24th-'25. Happy Holidays, all 

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

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Agent-010, Mr. Amlan Satan, was actually busy planning his work of uniform intelligence in Reno, the biggest little city in the world, after being sent there to find mission-sanity concerning the infiltration-capitalism of the rather evil Baron Dartmouth whom all considered an overground investor because of his invisible work with black market things (diamonds). Agent-010 knew Dartmouth was no small-pie for case/person work on Earth, in Reno, and had to think that the bad baron's evil mistress, Miss Dooms, was something of a hurdle to find-way into the Dartmouth suite to negotiate a poker-face game to persuade him to trade some diamonds for show/media/gossip in that neon-city of things games and hotels and travelers checks of sanity/superstition.

MISS DOOMS: You've the look of a special nerdist of things of capitalism in Reno.

MR. AMLAN SATAN (Agent-010): Look, lady Dooms, I need the Dartmouth party.

MISS DOOMS: You want entry into the Dartmouth suite for the party for games?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Don't you trust me, Dooms...after my 21-win for cheers?

MISS DOOMS: I do admit, you lit up this Reno game(s)-room with 21-acumen, sir.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe I'd just want to challenge your baron in poker (gems).

MISS DOOMS: You've some traveler-businessman proposition for Reno (diamonds).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That I have, and I make 'wage' here you can get me invite.

MISS DOOMS: What's in it for me, fool?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: I can get this room to cheer you as my lucky-charm lady (ok).

MISS DOOMS: Dartmouth would like that...good for gossip (fair for fare), Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like!

Agent-010 only needed now to find good calm and Selfie-poise to play poker straight with the evil baron in Reno-city to cajole him into thinking there'd be 'cute' street-gossip in the Western world for a diamonds-trade boast post-games in the Dartmouth-suite because of a cool-liaison with a cool-gamer of things of mod-Earth toys and intelligence and savvy and gold and arm-of-know (for doubt).

STANA: Back at the bar for more of your bizarre drink, Satan?

AGENT-010: You know me (completely!).

STANA: You still look (too) pensive, sir.

AGENT-010: You're that Reno-lady (bartender) who'll be my Rapunzel (damsel)?

STANA: Where would we fly, business-man?

AGENT-010: Brussels, of course, ok...where I've got granny's cottage inheritance!

STANA: We could run a waffles-dive as Romeo and Juliet, Satan (hmmm?).

AGENT-010: My (company) partners just might grant me a retire-football, ok.

STANA: Good luck...for your wrap-up of questions (in Reno).

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)