Spyder-Stage: Pho Diamonds (Part 3)

Man who seems like James Bond type narrates his adventure-entry into a diamond-aristocrat affair making mod-Earth expression of heroes/villains (3-part story).

James Bond adaptation. Thanks for reading (happy weekend), 

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

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"I had done it. I had obtained entrance into the vault space of Elias' abode-gathering in my Earth of 'troubles' of diamonds and underground-intelligence after getting the guests in the area-room inebriated (completely) on my special absinthe-concoction. I proceeded to use my code-cracker 'toy' and acid mini-hose with perfect-precision to take Elias' evil-gems and swap them with fakes and zoomed out of that party-affair/soiree of bad-things with my intelligence co-agent lady (Shelbye) to bring to fruition why I'd been recruited as a gov't-specter because of my 'amateur' target-shot skills at a citizen's shooting-range/center in the American Homeland (Facebook-like)."

AGENT SHELBYE: Job's done for Hell, Spyder.

SPYDER (Me): We informed HQ of the info gained and gossip acquired for work!

AGENT SHELBYE: The underground's teeming with eyes for black market gems.

SPYDER (Me): And we've the info-needed for our intelligence-body to inquire, ok!

AGENT SHELBYE: I say, you've proved to be more than an amateur skill-man.

SPYDER (Me): Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

ELIAS: This was some prank or message sent by a rival for general gem-sparkles?

ASSOCIATE: Maybe this is some 'cinema-tie' for modern media-IQ of spy games!

ELIAS: Who're all the guests accounted for during our diamond-investors soiree?

ASSOCIATE: We're probing now, but nothing looks unusual or alibi-sarcasm, lord.

ELIAS: That's good, because this new-century Earth is 'rich' for stories/news/art.

ASSOCIATE: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

"After some of these types of dark-side successes (I've relayed well), I decided to retire to Brussels for Belgian-waffles commerce with my field-ally (co-agent Shelbye) and marry and settle and enjoy (much-more casually) that Pho-bowl we enjoyed with superstition at Elias' 'rich' gathering for diamonds-and-talk (for intelligence!). I'd recall my adventures as a gov't-specter 'recruit' as something of a citizen's 'glass' for things of ('amateur') target-shooting skills bled into a Blue Planet spy helmet (maybe for all)."

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)