Logan Thursday

New England roads/airport intrigue of human tone for Earthling cleats of leviathan/lead.

A Logan (airport!) set pre-'25 adventure for record (fiction). Thanks for reading. Happy New Year's Eve to all (stay safe), 

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Mr. Amlan Satan fled from the clutches of Officer Charlie, policewoman extraordinaire who made mark of the bad prince as a blood-diamond smugglers roads interceptor, now half-sure only he was only a mere thief and not a vigilante for some vague eco-capitalism agenda for social media culture commentary of treasure/insurance superstitions (Facebook-like!).

CHARLIE: I transferred to Boston to find a man like you.

SATAN: Thanx.

CHARLIE: You won't flee the arm of the laws with some vague heroics image, idiot.

SATAN: Than.

CHARLIE: I bet $1M you find greater depths in Logan and find yourself in my area.

SATAN: Thanx.

CHARLIE: You're no Robin Hood or James Bond, man...I know from chase.

SATAN: Thanx.

CHARLIE: I'm gonna learn you're a hero veiled and regret no sentiment.

SATAN: Thanx.

CHARLIE: Selfie-like.

Charlie was accurate, for our protagonist bad prince did find greater depth inside Logan, in the form of an actual dangerous eco-terrorist girl from the East who found special cleats for making Satan a decoy (wow). However, Charlie was sharp then and suspected the terrorist-woman was (arguably!) more deadly than the trek-man she claimed her special case 'view' for Earth envy (damn).

TERRORIST: Catch that musketeer and forget me, officer woman.

CHARLIE: I get that psychic tone of Heaven you're my real case here in Logan, ok.

TERRORIST: Never doubt the women of wonders in this Earth time of heroes, girl.

CHARLIE: Right...but me thinks you got some chems inside that doll of yours.

TERRORIST: Thanx.

CHARLIE: This is why I became a woman of laws...Earth's Jabberwocky.

"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)