Agent: Diamond is Fire (Part 2)

James Bond adaptation-fanfic (3-part) finds Mr. Amlan Satan (Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American IQ-hero undercover) infiltrating the Ion-mountain for Euro-NFL knot jewelry.

My special/bright James Bond adaptation/fanfiction (3-part) for your January-Sunday. Thanks for reading (stay safe/warm), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art, with images/references use solely for creative/private/criticism-friendly canvas (for 'open' views/translations).

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Agent-001 (Mr. Amlan Satan) continued to calculate the time and method of his sneak-into the vault-room of the underground and overground pirate man of things of Euro-NFL and diamonds-ads investment interest, the 'great' Baron Ion; and the West-world intelligence-man and hero/agent (Amlan) knew to continue to corkscrew the conversational sentimentalism with Lady Dartmouth, the baron's special mistress who seemed to think the special (under-covers) agent was something of a man of charm/travels.

AGENT-001: You rather like my fancy swords and jewelry from around good Earth!

LADY DARTMOUTH: Yes, and I'm intrigued by your sudden modesty of collecting.

AGENT-001: Yes, well, ha...you may say I've been something of a lucky-collector.

LADY DARTMOUTH: I suppose talking so much about your collection warrants IQ.

AGENT-001: Yes, well...that's why I think you're the right 'diplomat' for photos!
LADY DARTMOUTH: Why you want photos of Ion's mountain-lair vault-room, pal?

AGENT-001: Baron Ion's promised to join us for wine/fish post-return from work?

LADY DARTMOUTH: I suppose you seem to be (simply) merchant-man of indoors!

Of course, Dartmouth didn't anticipate Mr. Satan sedating her with his chloroform-handkerchief upon allowance of (escorted) entry into the vault-room of the snowy-mountain side (hidden) lair of the 'great' Baron Ion in Europe that day, but that's just what happened (damn). He swiftly used his acid-leak pen (designed by his tech/toys guru-man Q) to burn a hole in the vault-box lock hole and used latex to swap Ion-gems with glass-animals and replicas/fakes and then carried Lady Dartmouth to the dining-area to wait for Ion (himself).

ION: Quite some swords with jewelry too, Mr. Satan.

AGENT-001: 'Satan' happens to be an ice-hockey player's surname (ha).

ION: I apologize for Dartmouth's long-term sleep, tiredness causality.

AGENT-001: I bored her chatting about origins/methods of my collecting, sir.

ION: No ties through your underground sales with my rivals, eh?

AGENT-001: Maybe not, but I'm a worldly-salesman nonetheless, Baron Ion (ok).

ION: You know I've some hand in Euro-NFL and perhaps some Olympics diamonds.

AGENT-001: I've heard of ice-hockey linked diamond-sales/ads for magazines!

ION: It's a diamond-Earth; gems easy to move/insure/escalate, you know.

AGENT-001: Good reading for variety in Earth-minerals image for eco-pottery, ha.

ION: I must say you're a man of treasures-holding 'knots' for this visit (secret).

AGENT-001: Facebook-like!

Agent-001 (Mr. Amlan Satan) scrambled to wrap-up his hospitality-visit to the mountain-lair of the 'great' Baron Ion now, knowing if Lady Dartmouth awoke from sedation (soon), she might disclose his offbeat behavior which he'd have tough-time explaining-away with some simple-word of theatrics for vault-room photo-taking of private/secret baron fortune journal photos/stories making for personal memoir (ok). The good intelligence/infiltrations agent-man also knew he'd have tough-time escaping from the lair and returning to his American Homeland and reconnecting with Q at HQ should Ion discover some 'foul'-plays (hmmm). After all, Ion wanted (only maybe) to make Winter Olympics diamonds-hyperbole for expansion of his arm/reach of things mercantile, cinema, over-world, and know-news (damn).

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)

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