Hell's Agent: Mr. Satan's English (Part 2)

Secret/valiant intelligence man agent, of the West (Mr. Satan), enters the underworld mountain of Ion and hopes to 'veil' the wicked siren Scarlet for treasure-aim (James Bond fanfiction).

An homage to the great character of James Bond. Happy Saturday-'26, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the James Bond franchise/characters and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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Agent-001 (Mr. Amlan Satan) was really on the speed-run now against the evil diamond underworld eyes of Baron Ion who'd suspected the Western-intelligence agencies would send some masked/operatives man of things of infiltrations and adventurism to counter his brand of evil-links between sports-market and capitalism-insurance claims for bad-TV (ok). Agent-001 had been warned by his HQ weapons-and-prep 'guru' (Mister-Q) to be seriously wary of the work and hand of the mistress-siren lady Scarlet, a smuggler who'd become Baron Ion's special company-angel of things invisible and bad. Well, Mr. Satan (Agent-001) had found his IQ-way into the water-boat of Scarlet where they'd begun talking of ways to conceive of both intelligence and romanticism for treasure-masks (and stories!).

SCARLET: We're nearing my baron's water-hills side lair now, Mr. Satan (ok).

AGENT-001: Oh, Scarlet...I fear you still don't trust me at all (for doubt!).

SCARLET: Well, it seems your representation as a gems co-investor is Ion-value.

AGENT-001: May we not kiss pre-entry into your Ion-co. hidden lair for fortune?

SCARLET: You better not be some man of profiteers-mentalism betrayal eyes.

AGENT-001: I just want to link with your bad-baron, Scarlet...nothing feared!

SCARLET: You didn't choose to try my boat-made kitchen-stew, Mr. Satan (ok).

AGENT-001: What if you used a sedative to sleep-me and discover my past?

SCARLET: All humans have a past, but maybe your charm's worth some trust.

AGENT-001: Facebook-like!

Agent-001 made it into the lair of Baron Ion, thanks to the boat-entry trust of Scarlet, which he gained through the charm-school trained visage of things intelligence-agent expected (sure). When inside, Scarlet introduced Mr. Satan to Baron Ion, claiming he was both gallant and wise (to refuse her 'special' stew). Ion explained he knew Scarlet was shown Amlan's special liquid nitrogen 'toy' (for show), since she emailed him from her boat-ride. Agent-001 wanted to gain Ion's trust now and promised a delivery of 'ice-guns' for his 'fantastic' Halftime-hell show for complementing diamond-boasts with football-market paranoia to add to underworld 'prestige' of text (damn).

ION: This will be cinema-like, and Scarlet tells me you're a sharp investor-pirate.

AGENT-001: That I am, and here I am inside your mountain-lair eyeing your gems!

ION: You can see those investors who make it inside here may become my angels.

AGENT-001: So, Baron Ion...you intend to make terrorism during football-TV run.

ION: Your promise of ice-gun delivery from your side spices my explosives show.

AGENT-001: Halftime-hell to add to the Ion-co. boast of NFL-gems vanities, eh?

ION: Ha, TV-audiences of the West say, "Ion's part of a maelstrom for folk-gossip."

AGENT-001: You enjoy campfire-prestige for spice to underworld evils, eh?

ION: You've found romance-eyes with my Scarlet on your boat-ride here, no?

AGENT-001: Maybe I intend to steal your terrorism-blueprints for interception!

ION: That's rich, Mr. Satan...but if you're an 'insider' here, I'd kill Scarlet, ha.

AGENT-001: Just to add to prestige of hell so folks say, "Ion never loses jewelry."

ION: Let's see how this 'NFL-kinship' unfolds (Facebook-like).

AGENT-001: For all!

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)