![]() Lady & Amnesiac: Insurance ChaseA Story by Abishai100![]() World chase/amnesia makes for dark jars in this pulp/movies adaptation for Earth world shape.![]()
A world transit adventure yarn, drawn from varied comics/TV I enjoyed as a young-adult. Thanks for reading, DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction/fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Sidney Sheldon) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/comment/translations). ![]() ---- ==== AMLAN: I can't for the life of me think why my past-life has relevance now. MEDUSA: We eroded London Bridge for that diamond-game for IRA/UVF, so? AMLAN: Medusa's a funny-name for an intelligence/street girl, my ally! MEDUSA: Maybe I'm the snake-deity of myth, disguised to be your aide here. AMLAN: That's funny, and my amnesia's no clues for logic, but we're heroes. MEDUSA: Parliament and Interpol shall talk conflict-zone gems (monuments). AMLAN: We must determine the logistics of this chase by that young rascal. MEDUSA: He's no Peter Pan, but I fear he's an assassin...from your past, love. AMLAN: Don't worry (Facebook-like). ![]() AMLAN: Are you a fan of Sidney Sheldon? MEDUSA: I saw that TV-miniseries adaptation about swindlers chased (psycho). AMLAN: You doubt our Peter Pan is psycho man? MEDUSA: I don't doubt such things after he flashed his tiny (loaded) handgun. AMLAN: Why does he want to kill you? MEDUSA: Maybe he wants to make chase to smear you, despite amnesia, pal. AMLAN: I feel like a disoriented Sidney Sheldon character now, even in UK. MEDUSA: Selfie-like. ![]() Who was this 'rascal' stalking our protagonist heroine-lady of the UK, 'Medusa' (a woman of street/underworld intelligence for politics claims joking to our protagonist hero-amnesiac, Amlan, that she was the 'actual' snake-lady deity of Ancient Greek myth, of hypnosis)? Well, Amlan and Medusa were now ('officially') mired in a London Bridge smugglers-vehicles 'distraction' for Interpol-eye while being trailed by the Rascal (a young man of mystery origin/cause!). Amlan awoke in his Belfast hotel-suite with amnesia and a note reading, "Find the Lady for a job in London for blood diamonds or suffer the execution charge by our world organization of now-unidentifiable foreign/government intelligence." ![]() AMLAN: Yes, I'm the ('official') substitute pilot for this Aer Lingus flight. ATTENDANT: You claim your 'special' diplomacy-guest passenger Lady is IQ. AMLAN: Yes, and this Rascal who's stalked us to this flight is some terrorist. ATTENDANT: We'll call security to block him-off, but this is some top secret? AMLAN: You said it...I'm to fly the passengers, and my aide (Medusa) to Arles. ATTENDANT: Who's this Rascal...and why you flee from his clutches, with IQ? AMLAN: I'm just informed of this memory-position by authority; I'm advocacy! ATTENDANT: Facebook-like (for world economics games), eh? ![]() The hero Amlan made it to France where he escorted Medusa to safety; and she promptly vanished. He dropped-off his file/report/letter to the 'intelligence' box where he was instructed/directed and forgot about the whole Earth realm affair (wow). What was his past-ID? The Rascal was evaded, and Medusa (if she was 'actually' the snake-deity of magic/myth) seemed to disappear like a ghost (somehow). Amlan planned a retirement marketing toy-planes for a new Earth capitalism 'consciousness' concerning those pesky incomplete-distances readings to the sportsmanship of jury machinery (for all!). ![]() "Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). ==== "Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes) © 2025 Abishai100Reviews
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