Dr. No's Chandelier

A Story by Abishai100

Can the successor to world-great James Bond (Mr. Amlan Satan) find the keys and glass and ornament to what's (simply) capitalism therapy in the West.

Dr. Julius No (James Bond) characterization. Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of James Bond fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced franchise/characters of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' review/criticisms).

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Q: Don't worry, Mr. Amlan Satan, for you're the perfect 008, successor to Mr. Bond (James!).

SATAN: Thanx, Q; I fly to Boston-town to find this Julius No III, descendant of the very-same Dr. No.

Q: Stay afloat to watch for eco-capitalism nonsense, and keep this smartphone with a blinding-light.

SATAN: Facebook-like?

When special world-agent 008 (Mr. Amlan Satan) reached Boston-town (New England), he dared not aggravate the gods of fate by keeping at his side his conveniently disassembled and assembled and re-assembled 'toy' (gifted/designed by agent-HQ machinery wizard-inventor 'Q') silencer target-master piece, a gun of course. He had to negotiate with Julius No III by approaching his two dolls of Hell, Sasha (a chess-mistress) and Danica (a treasure-hunter), all the while knowing he'd have to think like an assassination in self-defense (sure!).

When 008 (Satan) got to Boston, he found Sasha choreographing an investor chess-entertainment weekend involving the likes of Kamala Rhodes, and when he discovered she had poisoned drink for the world-agent she sniffed was after Julius No III, he wondered if she had simply become a universal messenger of city darkness 'practicality' shoes (for the Ego).

JULIUS NO III: This Mr. Satan I make wage like snowboards and checkers, Sasha.

SASHA: No one's guessing there's smugglers-bridge to China/Africa for your museum-stones.

JULIUS NO III: Maybe this is some eco-capitalism nonsense, dear Sasha.

SASHA: I shan't fail...Selfie-like, doctor (good).

Amlan found himself leaping away from Sasha's exotic hotel courtyard in New England and into his 'borrowed' lot-auto in which he placed Q's mini-nitrous system to zoom away from Sasha's deadly road-warriors, including the crossbow-armed gargoyle named Archer-of-Shame. Sasha felt fury but regret and now fear (for No III).

DANICA: You mean to make mark of me as some she-wolf...or worse...No-dog.

AMLAN: Me thinks you're simply wishful about things like the Irish Republican Army, doll.

DANICA: Maybe I am (in deed) evil, Mr. Satan (for your journal!).

AMLAN: Facebook-like (ha).

Agent 008 felt blessed by God not to have to bloody-murder the No-doll (Danica), but he still feared the worst from Sasha, No III's other siren of Hell. He had to calculate the blueprints for some 'blood-diamond' operation in the American Homeland while at a museum exhibition opening featuring much aristocracy and antique ornaments/accessories, but he had his guns. He had to use one to kill and dispose of the Archer-of-Shame (damn).

Q: You've earned a great trip to Aspen for snowboards, with no tricks/weapons/gadgets/magic.

SATAN (008): No magic.

Q: Good work on No III blood-diamond blueprint for Interpol-speculation, 008.

SATAN (008): I've this throbbing headache only addressed now by a Pina Colada, Q (thanx).

SASHA: That musketeer mailed me some stick-figure villain-avatar doodle set for Xmas.

CONSULTANT: There's still eco-capitalism play (Brussels), bad-girl.

SASHA: As long as No III lives, I fear nothing of Interpol or others (now).

CONSULTANT: Facebook-like!

WAITRESS: You look great in that shirt here, sir.

AMLAN: It was similar to one I tried on in a fitting room (Target).

WAITRESS: Good Colorado fashion mirror, sir.

AMLAN: Call me Satan, Amlan Satan, doll.

WAITRESS: You need a drink.

AMLAN: And a doughnut (Selfie-like!).

WAITRESS: Good.

Would Julius No III continue with arms for more eco-capitalism nonsense? Had the world seen sufficiency in 'overground' capitalism arms blood-and-brains for the likes of Agent 008? There surfaced this new form for fiction in this invisible universe of inventive bad-sportsmanship pirates for eco-paranoia and half-dangerous cleats (for Heaven).