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A tale of Miami exploits and modern intelligence valor, inspired loosely by Bank Shot (George C. Scott). Thanks for reading,
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I've lived in New England all my life as the blood-diamond operationalist in North America with Interpol-relations. My name's Amlan Satan (code-name: Storm-Shadow), and I'm to travel to Miami's heights to set-up shop in the iconic Florida area, to retire and enjoy college/pro-football on my HDTV. All this dream is not without labor, and that's what makes this an American story. Follow along!
I consider myself an aficionado of jewelry and treasures from old and modern times. I collect customized rings and gems and stones and evaluate the modern and timeless value of incredible pieces of treasure, which might explain why I'm recruited for anti-piracy blood-diamond infiltration work in North America.
I have to hit this special federally-insured bank in Miami (Florida) where the evil Baron Goldfinger's storing his conflict-zone piracy-gems from Sierra Leone (Africa). I'm going to walk in with water-guns and costumed as a street-performer with a request for theater-photos of the safe-box area. Follow along.
Goldfinger keeps his dastardly African stones in this Miami heights bank which is insured so he's not going quietly, but if I hit his safe-box in the bank with a theater-gesture, there'd be enough media-confetti to stir up Interpol-relations queries which will complete my pre-retirement mission, enabling me to enjoy the finer things of peace and sanity...earned!
I'm Algerian-American with ties to the FLN-revolution by family-heritage, but I work now with diamond-interceptions between British Columbia and Northern Ireland (UK) before being sent to Miami heights. I march into the bank in Florida with two toy theater prop water-guns, which are filled with corrosive acid (in a carefully-inserted thin glass-tube in the shooting-piston). The manager at the bank thinks I'm some kind of street-artist like Carrot-Top or Pee-Wee (with ties to the Miami Gazette).
BANK MANAGER: We couldn't have anticipated a 'visit' from a 'GI Joe' Interpol-relations man (Storm-Shadow) on this normal business-day.
When escorted inside the safe-box area of the Miami heights insured bank, I reveal to the single escorting guardsman (Leo!) that my theater-prop water-guns for my street-performance are actually filled with hot acid and use it to burn into Goldfinger's box (#21) and swap his African pirate-gems with toys hidden in my shoes and place his blood-diamonds in the lining of the soles of my shoes which are customized to slide-out. The guardsman must tell the media, "Another Gazette-tale in Miami heights about piracy-gem media-rumors for drawn comments from Goldfinger about street-diamonds!" after he's done his instructed dance-routine in front of the safe-box security-camera while I performed my Interpol-relations media-stunt swap!
MIAMI DETECTIVE: We believe if this 'stunt-man' is legitimate, he'll have no ties to modern street-anarchy regarding piracy-gem disorientation!
After I make an Interpol-relations stations exchange with half Goldfinger gems, I go to a jewelry store and trade some of the African gems with Miami heights diamonds (for veiled traffic-invisibility and market drowning!) and then go to the Miami Bookshop to pick up my ordered rare-edition print of Dreiser's An American Tragedy (a modern classic).
GOLDFINGER: If the 'Miami heights' media wishes to cast me as a 'theater-clown' of gem-trade, I'll be sure to mark Interpol as a dummy-dome!
My job is done, my mission complete, and Interpol's excited! I move into my new downtown Miami heights apartment, in the hopes of retiring unofficially from 'GI Joe' work and enjoying Dolphins/Hurricanes games on a plasma-television.
MIAMI GAZETTE: Amlan's Miami heights apartment reminds us why modern Florida real-estate is YouTube-friendly...and noteworthy.
The view in my new heights-abode is quite a piece of something. I hope to enjoy some nice Pina Coladas as a 'virgin' of Florida sun and retire with blood-diamond hellmouths completely if not entirely behind me. This is no era of Gatsby...this is the dark time of Dillinger-work (almost).
I purchased this amazing Dan Marino Topps rookie-card with some of my blood-diamond GI Joe commission assets (Zurich-account of course!) and regard this piece of 'American doughnut' as arguably the greatest 'souvenir' from a life lived in live danger(s).
MIAMI GAZETTE: Perhaps all this 'gem-cleansing' confetti in Miami heights will bring greater glories to the Dolphins arena fans/dreamers.
"There's no 'daylight' without 'darkness' in glorious Miami heights, even if you're a pirate-destroyer" (Storm-Shadow, Autobiography).
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
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I've lived in New England all my life as the blood-diamond operationalist in North America with Interpol-relations. My name's Amlan Satan (code-name: Storm-Shadow), and I'm to travel to Miami's heights to set-up shop in the iconic Florida area, to retire and enjoy college/pro-football on my HDTV. All this dream is not without labor, and that's what makes this an American story. Follow along!
I consider myself an aficionado of jewelry and treasures from old and modern times. I collect customized rings and gems and stones and evaluate the modern and timeless value of incredible pieces of treasure, which might explain why I'm recruited for anti-piracy blood-diamond infiltration work in North America.
I have to hit this special federally-insured bank in Miami (Florida) where the evil Baron Goldfinger's storing his conflict-zone piracy-gems from Sierra Leone (Africa). I'm going to walk in with water-guns and costumed as a street-performer with a request for theater-photos of the safe-box area. Follow along.
Goldfinger keeps his dastardly African stones in this Miami heights bank which is insured so he's not going quietly, but if I hit his safe-box in the bank with a theater-gesture, there'd be enough media-confetti to stir up Interpol-relations queries which will complete my pre-retirement mission, enabling me to enjoy the finer things of peace and sanity...earned!
I'm Algerian-American with ties to the FLN-revolution by family-heritage, but I work now with diamond-interceptions between British Columbia and Northern Ireland (UK) before being sent to Miami heights. I march into the bank in Florida with two toy theater prop water-guns, which are filled with corrosive acid (in a carefully-inserted thin glass-tube in the shooting-piston). The manager at the bank thinks I'm some kind of street-artist like Carrot-Top or Pee-Wee (with ties to the Miami Gazette).
BANK MANAGER: We couldn't have anticipated a 'visit' from a 'GI Joe' Interpol-relations man (Storm-Shadow) on this normal business-day.
When escorted inside the safe-box area of the Miami heights insured bank, I reveal to the single escorting guardsman (Leo!) that my theater-prop water-guns for my street-performance are actually filled with hot acid and use it to burn into Goldfinger's box (#21) and swap his African pirate-gems with toys hidden in my shoes and place his blood-diamonds in the lining of the soles of my shoes which are customized to slide-out. The guardsman must tell the media, "Another Gazette-tale in Miami heights about piracy-gem media-rumors for drawn comments from Goldfinger about street-diamonds!" after he's done his instructed dance-routine in front of the safe-box security-camera while I performed my Interpol-relations media-stunt swap!
MIAMI DETECTIVE: We believe if this 'stunt-man' is legitimate, he'll have no ties to modern street-anarchy regarding piracy-gem disorientation!
After I make an Interpol-relations stations exchange with half Goldfinger gems, I go to a jewelry store and trade some of the African gems with Miami heights diamonds (for veiled traffic-invisibility and market drowning!) and then go to the Miami Bookshop to pick up my ordered rare-edition print of Dreiser's An American Tragedy (a modern classic).
GOLDFINGER: If the 'Miami heights' media wishes to cast me as a 'theater-clown' of gem-trade, I'll be sure to mark Interpol as a dummy-dome!
My job is done, my mission complete, and Interpol's excited! I move into my new downtown Miami heights apartment, in the hopes of retiring unofficially from 'GI Joe' work and enjoying Dolphins/Hurricanes games on a plasma-television.
MIAMI GAZETTE: Amlan's Miami heights apartment reminds us why modern Florida real-estate is YouTube-friendly...and noteworthy.
The view in my new heights-abode is quite a piece of something. I hope to enjoy some nice Pina Coladas as a 'virgin' of Florida sun and retire with blood-diamond hellmouths completely if not entirely behind me. This is no era of Gatsby...this is the dark time of Dillinger-work (almost).
I purchased this amazing Dan Marino Topps rookie-card with some of my blood-diamond GI Joe commission assets (Zurich-account of course!) and regard this piece of 'American doughnut' as arguably the greatest 'souvenir' from a life lived in live danger(s).
MIAMI GAZETTE: Perhaps all this 'gem-cleansing' confetti in Miami heights will bring greater glories to the Dolphins arena fans/dreamers.
"There's no 'daylight' without 'darkness' in glorious Miami heights, even if you're a pirate-destroyer" (Storm-Shadow, Autobiography).
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
