Day of Jackal (Fanfiction)

A Story by Abishai100

Politics/mercenary intrigue marks French toast Hell for assassin's creed and troubles-time bad-vote, in a dark-Earth jeans film/story fanfiction.

Fanfiction of The Day of the Jackal (Edward Fox). Thanks so much for reading,

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JACKAL: Brigitte Marcon was marked as sympathizer of Ukraine-withdrawal.

INTERVIEW: You claim you're the masked/freelance 'warrior' named Jackal?

JACKAL: With all the street-jitters for Russia-Ukraine invasion, it's all opinion.

INTERVIEW: Marcon's the Prime Minister's wife (French) and warranted agenda?

JACKAL: She endorsed TrumpUSA image of Ukraine-advocacy withdrawal(s).

INTERVIEW: So, this freelance-terror mark marks France as Euro-troubles.

JACKAL: That's why the Jackal made assignment pre-image for Mardi Gras.

The Jackal (name: unknown) was stationed/commissioned in Arles (France) for a strike against the lady of the Prime Minister of France post-messaging of Ukraine-endorsements withdrawals of grave controversy and considered himself the 'hand-of-God' for advocacy/intrigue imagery for Euro-currency re-orientation(s) of leviathan/uncertainty. He recounted the days of boyhood-years trekking to Europe for vacation and now found himself an 'antihero' for the woes of Ukraine-invasion eeriness that required a subtraction of Lady Marcon for some paranoia languages concerning incomplete-arts of pressures for Western governance/infrastructure to keep-pressure on adversarial Russia (Facebook-like!).

LADY MARCON: Perchance this word of assassins is politics magazine football!
INTERVIEW: Do you know if the Jackal is simple terrorism, good-lady?
LADY MARCON: I doubt anyone aside from the Jackal make copycat-glamour!

INTERVIEW: If these 'overground' radicals fail to strike, the Jackal is celebrity?

LADY MARCON: We keep-faith for Euro-currency banks and news-makers now.

INTERVIEW: What if the Jackal wins, Brigitte?

LADY MARCON: I've no concern for the new-images of leviathan/uncertainty.

INTERVIEW: Go TrumpUSA (Facebook-like!).

The protagonist-antihero of this darkened faerie-tale, the Jackal (name: unknown) had surfaced in Arles (France) with his silencer-beauty of bloody-murder and grazed the Prime Minister's wife (Brigitte Marcon) to make social media 'jitters' for Ukraine-invasion withdrawals (suddenly) and made for news-maker electricity for radicals/heretics seeking pronouncements of what made this dangerous Ukraine-Russia War a threat for globalism-rhetoric and capitalism-flowers not seen since 9/11 (Facebook-like!).

DETECTIVE CLOUSEU: We were lucky (simple).

INTERVIEW: The Jackal was set in a building in France during a WWII-media.

DETECTIVE CLOUSEU: He managed to writhe through media-talk as gossip!

INTERVIEW: When he was ready to strike-down Lady Marcon, friend?
DETECTIVE CLOUSEU: We stormed into his suite seeing him aim his silencer.

INTERVIEW: Was the Jackal simply a mercenary, friend?
DETECTIVE CLOUSEAU: We maintain image he was a Selfie-sadness (ha).

INTERVIEW: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty?).

The Jackal (name: unknown) took his flight to the French destination after some conflict-zone gems work in British Columbia via Aer Lingus and would've been shocked his French hotel drawer-hidden journal drawing of incomplete-arts of world-treasure/insurance jitters 'consciousness' would (ever!) be made for discovery/gossip. The tragedy of this Euro-tale of conspiracy/radicals/murder was that no one ever ascertained why the Jackal donned the mantle he did or what his actual ID for world-ambition was (for the Ego).