Firestar: Camera-Thorn {Leaves}

Angelica Jones makes mark of great pass for mark of dangers for the challenging American Homeland with her Firestar heroine-ID, in this Marvel fanfiction.

Firestar (Marvel Comics) fanfiction. 

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ANGELICA: Look, sir, I know this guy blogging comic stuff is a real terrorist.

BUGLE EDITOR: Look, Ms. Jones, we've no clue if this is theater or not, ok!

ANGELICA: Gimme 3 months for a paid assignment, and I'll procure proof, sir.

BUGLE EDITOR: Fail in streets-jitters gossip, and you're IRA-retirement.

ANGELICA: Of course, sir...Facebook-like (for the Ego0.

Of course, Angelica Jones, fun-loving Bugle journalist, was absolutely right about her target-blogger on social media, a Mr. Amlan Satan, who had underground ties to a conflict-zone gems extractions operand with links to the United Kingdom and possibly also to Belgium (Brussels)...and he wielded a special (secret!) badge/pass of 'honor' for motivating himself to become anything but a James Bond of the mod-Earth 'environment' of inventive self-idealized guerrilla disclosures about eco-badness and bad diamonds for insurance/jardinieres (Selfie-like).

SATAN: I come here often, Miss Jones (ok).

ANGELICA: I know you're some king of 'rogue' operative, Mr. Amlan Satan!

SATAN: Hey...you've read too much James Bond stuff...I'm an eco-activist.

ANGELICA: You come here to play billiards and make street-ID as a hustler!

SATAN: I know the streets and they know me...I only make blogger-visage, ok.

ANGELICA: If I discover you're tied to an American dart, I shall turn to fire!

SATAN: Lemme guess...you're (actually) the mystery-vigilante heroine (news).

ANGELICA: So, you're heard of the great Firestar...great pool fan, Satan!

SATAN: Good luck (Selfie-like).

Angelica was sharp and on-fire. She was of course the furious masked fire-power encased super-heroine super-woman named Firestar, but no one knew. She made mark of Amlan Satan as a chemical weapons smuggler for some New Orleans evil(s) and turned herself into Firestar to protect an invaluable arena for social media/traffic/commentary (Facebook-like!).

FIRESTAR: Drop the backpack, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: Hey, you've no proof this bag for sport attendance is dark.

FIRESTAR: I've got tips you've eye for plants of chemicals of evil in there.

AMLAN SATAN: You sounds familiar...like someone I met playing in pool.

FIRESTAR: Maybe you have...but this is the end of your schematics, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: If I demand proof, for passerby here/now...for conspiracy?

FIRESTAR: I've got photos to prove your exchanges with anti-Interpol, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: Damn you (Facebook-like).

Amlan Satan was incarcerated for bad criminal-insanity with conspiracy to commit bloody terrorism in challenging New Orleans (American Homeland). Firestar was given a city-trumpet for memoir...and of course our heroine-protagonist (Ms. Angelica Jones) covered the entire 'revelation' for her city Bugle...certainly Pulitzer-caliber for readers (and sports fans!). Was this a new chapter in Firestar's campaign to make Western/American social media more...good fiction?

"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)