Reno Sky: Darkman/Agent (Part 3)

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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Mr. Amlan Satan, hero Slovak-Algerian intelligence-man of Catholic-American backgrounds, recruited for his special mission-word work in Reno, the biggest little city in the world, had found cool invite passage into the suite where Baron Dartmouth made his game/hotels town weekend game-night with his circle of (secret) underworld friends, and this invite came through the hand of Miss Dooms, the siren of the bad-baron whom Amlan ('Agent-010') managed to persuade to have the bad-baron think of the invite as cool-Reno town image for quiet-gossip of his hospitality-thermals (ok).

DARTMOUTH: Dooms liked how you impressed her with claims of suite-entry.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx, Dartmouth (Selfie-like).

DARTMOUTH: Miss Dooms is my special Reno-floors inspector lady, ya know?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I don't doubt it, Baron Dartmouth...she reflects your gems, no?

DARTMOUTH: That's truth, Mr. Satan...and I wonder if you know of this IQ-agent.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Yes, I've heard (much) of him, Dartmouth, Agent-010 (class).

DARTMOUTH: So, you're a capitalist with poker-skill who likes resort-town gossip.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've a great hand here, baron...for poker...what's your hand?

DARTMOUTH: I've a good row to the Jack, Amlan Satan (ha).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's cool speed-run, but, alas, I've a run to the Queen, sir.

DARTMOUTH: How the Hell did you match me for-speed in short-time, fool?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Let's (just) say your Dooms-girl moved me to quick-hypnosis!

DARTMOUTH: Damn, I suppose you've found gossip-ground to claim a gem-trade.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What your Reno-pals say if you downed a gem-barter for talk?

DARTMOUTH: Fine, we'll declare this a (minor) triumph for Dooms' recruitment.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'd have nothing less than such 'muse' secrecy (Facebook-like).

Because Agent-010 found his old school years training in cards quite-handy for moving the bad Baron Dartmouth to think he'd become a special wily capitalist-thinker for things of risk and games in Reno-town, Dartmouth decided to take-up the offer to make a 'pronounced' gem-trade for floor and streets talk, not knowing that Mr. Amlan Satan, his trade-proposal game-master was for-deed Agent-010, out to draw some examination-eye to his Reno-town underworld kinetics through placed barter-intrigue gossip that would lure in some sleuths studying how Dartmouth had become a Reno-town 'fatso' for things of toyland fantasies!

AGENT-010: I've squared-away all matter for questions in this game town, love.

STANA: Now, you've returned to my bar for your bizarre drink...or more?

AGENT-010: You implied I'd need to square-away personals to entice you for love.

STANA: Well, you still dreaming of waffles in Brussels/Belgium for retiring?

AGENT-010: Let's (just) say I came to Reno to seek Baron Dartmouth challenges.

STANA: And you found such things of quiet, while this rumored spy-agent roamed.

AGENT-010: why, you're quite the informed Reno-lady...no need for me to add IQ.

STANA: Let's just say (then) that we know enough about each other to fly to sun!

AGENT-010: Oh, does it really matter (then) if I'm not just a capitalist-student?

STANA: I suppose not, Amlan Satan...let's drink (then) to our waffle-good.

AGENT-010: 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)