Inside the Evil: Approximate

A gem operations blow-out makes for eco-capitalism badness and Brussels-escapism 'superstition' in this fiction-tale of Earthling change.

World misadventure yarn. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of crime-fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translation).

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AMLAN: Fair for a gem-store hyperbole we're making for rumors, friend.

MARCUS: We're pals from Dartmouth with eye for swapping with replicas?

AMLAN: I'll wear the mask and you pretend to be a loyalist for Baron Ion.

MARCUS: We swap the gems with replicas and you cast you as eco-terrorist?

AMLAN: You stay behind and assure the merchant the Ion-co. is versed.

MARCUS: We leave a note on social media about Baron Ion's eco-axes.

AMLAN: By the time we're in Brussels, Ion-co. has to make eco-ledgers.

MARCUS: You're sure this baron's got ties to blood-diamonds (Africa).

AMLAN: Smugglers exploits for Western fatso evils...Facebook-like.

MARCUS: Well, I like the Belgian waffles dive retirement view (Selfie-like).

MERCHANT: Look, just take the Ion pieces and leave Marcus yours, sir.

AMLAN: Good wisdom for prudence, merchant-man...Ion's got eco-debts.

MERCHANT: We know nothing of conflict-zone imports from Africa.

AMLAN: Rogue finances, fool...let's say I'm from a rival company.

MERCHANT: We're sure Marcus, Ion's buddy, will spread the eco-insurance!

AMLAN: Tell the bad-baron to meet his rival-company associates in Algiers.

MERCHANT: Good...no one has to get hurt here, with your acid-gun.

AMLAN: Thanx, merchant-man...this fair Ion-associate will find peace!

MERCHANT: Good...we'll pass the Ion-lawyer the note(s), sir (thanx).

AMLAN: Farewell, fool (eco-capitalism's football).

MERCHANT: You're sure this Ion-co. Super Bowl gem-ads is known?

MARCUS: Look, whoever sent that masked idiot, we'll make street-ties.

MERCHANT: Excellence for darkness, Marcus (Facebook-like).

MARCUS: Cool (thanx).

MARCUS: Why Windy-City?
AMLAN: There's some Bears exec-line for cleaner gem ads, but innocents.

MARCUS: What, Baron Ion knows someone in Chicago for clean-gems IQ?

AMLAN: 'Tis all street-gossip for holiday-season sports/TV ads, friend.

MARCUS: Why Brussels?

AMLAN: Halloween's better there (Selfie-like!).

MARCUS: Thanx.

INTERPOL: "Blood-diamond corruption makes 'rogue' cards/piracy."

MARCUS: Something for sonny (baseball-card), wife.

WIFE: Well, Brussels waffles has you in the good spirit cleats (now!).

MARCUS: Post-deeds for American Homeland right-stuff (we hope).

WIFE: Life's a cinema on Earth (sure).

Marcus and his wife settled into Belgium and managed their waffle-dive and bought their son great sports-cards from the States; but Marcus' good-buddy 'vigilante-type' (Amlan) simply vanished. Marcus didn't wonder or question the act...for capitalism had (actually) become something of a Jabberwocky for evil cleats (Facebook-like).

"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)