Welcome back, dearest readers, to a new experiment...
Anyone familiar with my work will know fellow fanfic writer Duffie83 and I wrote a collab called Redemption in 2011/2012, which we posted under her account. We'd write alternating parts of the story (mines ending with [MB], hers ending with [D]) and we kept planning and plotting as minimal as possible, and see what we'd come up with. Well, the results were, in our humble opinion, very gratifying. To those of you who haven't read that story yet, we suggest you do for two reasons: it truly is an extraordinary read, and this collab you have before you is a sequel to it.
When we finished writing Redemption we didn't part ways, but agreed not to write a new collab. At least not in the immediate future. But lucky you, time has passed sufficiently for us to give it a new try!
As with Redemption, we're starting with a prologue, a teaser, an amuse-bouche. We hope you'll like it. We'll try to post a new chapter every two weeks, and sooner if possible.
Enjoy the ride!
Major Bachman & Duffie83
PROLOGUE
As the sun slowly but surely racked cold shadows of the surrounding mountains over Seyðisfjørður, Clarice and Hannibal watched the Smyril ferry make its appearance in the fjord. Not even a brief smile of satisfaction appeared on Clarice's face. With all the useless manslaying they'd encountered on Europe's mainland leading them to this moment, there was nothing to smile about.
The hunt had consumed them these last months, sometimes following only the slightest whiffs, sometimes postulating what course to take, but always limited in their options as their passports were as fake as their identities, all part of their Vita Nuova. Hannibal had deviously supplied her with one that allowed her some measure of cooperation with authorities, her papers were in the name of Clarice Spreeuw, a Dutch Interpol employee.
They'd celebrated their one year anniversary en route. She'd sworn vengeance for that fact. [MB]
