Hornet Share

A Story by Abishai100

How does heroics of the super-variety offer adjectives for Earth's special muscle in the American Homeland (New England)?

A vigilante/comics media inspired by varied stories/media/comics. Enjoy!

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Amlan Satan had transformed himself into the wily blood-diamond operationalist named Hornet in the American Homeland and sought interceptions of a conflict-zone smugglers-roads intercept stemming from African shores at the hands of bad-investor superstition laughter (damn). He wanted to find the lines of bloody-sully IQ for eco-capitalism measure for Earth's favor(s), Selfie-like!

Hornet found a blueprint for a New England science-building in which a treasure-islands archaeology exhibit would feature, ironically, conflict-zone gems shuffled into the sands of regular overground strong treasures/diamonds and wanted to find any chance examination of terror-threat created by pirates creating either securities or badness for Earthling media/news (for the Ego!).

GIRLFRIEND: Sloppy-grilled with potatoes, fried of course, for babe.

HORNET: You're my Juliet.

GIRLFRIEND: Catching this pirate/smuggler/polluter in Boston-town, eh?

HORNET: Without leviathan/uncertainty (thanx).

Nothing's too easy, and Hornet had to find the right-wit to tackle what surely emerged as a bloody-awful threat to New England, for that very-special science-building exhibit featuring potential/smugglers/moved/exploited conflict-zone items ('blood-diamonds') for news/hyperbole. This was 1st-class IQ, and it cast Hornet as a goodly ad-man for the 'field goals' and 'end zones' of American Homeland leviathan/uncertainty/fiction (wow).

CRIMINAL: You think you're a flying light, Hornet.

HORNET: We caught you, so who cares?

CRIMINAL: I was going to make a cinema-legend (map!) for bloody-gems.

HORNET: Aaarrrggghhh!

CRIMINAL: You're as much a pirate as I am, Hornet, so don't be vain (hmmm).

HORNET: You'll get the right video/treatment/incarceration, Mister Pirate (farewell).

CRIMINAL: Aaarrrggghhh (Facebook-like?).

HORNET: You'll do fine (farewell)...Selfie-like (good fiction).

GIRLFRIEND: We've earned this timeshare, eh?
HORNET: I guess New England's got the social space for spiritual relief, for all!

GIRLFRIEND: Let's go to that Brussels diamond museum (for Summer).

HORNET: Sounds-dialysis for leviathan, babe (good art).

What would the next adventure (or misadventure!) for the hero-Hornet be now? He surely earned his timeshare time-off duty, and he was not the official 'flying-fly' of a light for the infrastructure securities for 'confidence-games' American Homeland citizens demanded (for the Ego). Perhaps the cool Hornet, with his adjectives for colored-glass detection, would find the right-image for any solid fiction relevant for Earth's (masked?) witchcraft.