Hell's Agent: Mr. Satan's English (Part 3)

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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Q: All's good that ends in success, right Agent-001?

MR. SATAN: Skinny's I was in Ion's lair, took the NFL-terrorism plans, saved Scarlet.

Q: You got the blueprints for Ion's drones timing/method of football-field attack.

MR. SATAN: Even though Baron Ion died from explosion, his drones want revenge.

Q: They'll likely try to carry-out the plans outlined in the blueprints you stoke, ok!

MR. SATAN: The drones don't know I took them, only Ion knew, and NFL beckons.

Q: What do you mean you 'saved' Scarlet (Ion's bad-mistress0, Agent-001?

MR. SATAN: Well, I saved her soul (I believe); she helped me kill Ion; he shot her!

Q: That's shame...and it's why we trained you for masked-IQ of things evil/Hell.

MR. SATAN: Facebook-like.

Poor Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American intelligence-adventures man and heroics individual of infiltrations theater for diamonds and capitalism fencing in the Western world, also known as Agent-001, had to suffer the Earth-realm setback-disappointment of losing underworld mistress-siren lady ('Scarlet') to crossfire-tragedy in Baron Ion's calculations waters-hills side lair (damn). Agent-001, of course, knew/appreciated/understood that such work for fortune/risk/darkness required sternness and resilience, but he also knew he'd remember Scarlet as a bad-luck lady who may've found bright-minds work in Earth's realm of capitalism had she not become a 'face' in the universe of evil (wow).

STEWARDESS: Toy gun, Mr. Satan?
MR. SATAN: It's an acid-gun...no, just kidding (Xmas-present for a kid I know).

STEWARDESS: Enjoy your Dutch-flight to Brussels, sir.

MR. SATAN: Facebook-like (for flowers).

Fortunately, the hard-work of Agent-001 had good limits for outcomes, as Q and his consultants found good-intelligence from the NFL-terrorism timeline/plan blueprints Mr. Satan stole from Baron Ion's lair and prevented a football-field explosion that'd destroy some fancy/optimistic American-Euro TV cheers and links for modern exchanges and fortune-outlooks for sportsmanship and diplomacy too (wow). Agent-001 wondered if this would be his final (last) case of Hell and mystery or if Q would have some more sports-fencing outlooks of IQ to work-out for the sake of TV, capitalism, Earth, pluralism, and of course, damsels-in-mire.

THE END

"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)