Disclaimer: Despite many negotiations... I still have not wheedled the rights to Hannibal outta Thomas Harris soooooo don't sue me you tight git. I haven't actually seen The Transporter as Blockbusters have not got it in stock but at least this means I get free popcorn with my next order. I don't own the basic storyline though. And don't send snooty ass reviews like 'Have you even SEEN the film??!! Because have just told you I haven't. Ta.

Some language and stuff so all lil' ones cover your eyes partially so it appears as a squiggle with no offensive meaning. The Transporter

Mia jumped the last steps leading to the tarmac floor of the empty aircraft hanger. A smooth black jaguar hunched in the centre of the gloomy room, the equally slick figure of Jake stood next to it. The one and only. The bastard. Upon reaching him, I was given a swift glance over his tinted lenses then a smile.

"Good to see your back in the business, Mia. Never was anyone as good when you left."

"I didn't leave. I took a break, 'kay?"

"Whatever you say. Anyway, to current affairs, here's your new assignment."

I looked at the gleaming automobile with some confusion. I was used to transporting dangerous and expensive items to the many barons of the world. What were they playing at?

"The car? Who the hell wants this?"

Jake shook his head with a patronising tut.

"Not the car, genius. What the car is carrying."

I looked sceptical.

"And that would be?"

Jake jerked his head to the rear of the car. Following, I watched as he popped the boot.

"This is what you're transporting."

I took one look at my cargo and recoiled.

"Shit Jake! You better not be fucking serious! Tell me you're kidding me!"

He looked on at my onslaught with cool indifference.

"Problem?"

"That's a fucking person, Jake! I do diamonds, and pure gold guns and drugs but I do NOT do people, man! It's wrong!"

"What??!!" You have transported millions of pounds worth of illegal substances half way around the world and you're bailing on this??!"

I looked down at the forlorn figure in the boot of the car. He looked rich, well dressed even if his clothes were blood stained and crumpled now, and handsome as hell.

"He's alive?" I whispered.

"Yeah. The bastards just trippin' on a whole lotta sedatives. Should keep him down for another hour or so."

"Then!!???"

"I dunno, Mia! It's your job from here. Just keep him holed up in the trunk if you want."

I looked at the small figure again.

"What did he do? Who wants him?"

Jake grabbed a fist full of the mans dark hair and yanked his head round for her to see.

I stared in disbelief.

"Who the hell wants Hannibal Lecter? This is not for the feds?"

"Not anything so cushy. An old victim wants some rather unsavoury revenge. Gave us, or more to the point, you, over 10 million dollars to deliver the goods."

I reached in to Lecters pale neck, feeling a palpating pulse faintly.

"Fine, I'll deliver him. No more though. No specials on this one."

Jake shook his head.

"That's taken for granted. Not many could pull this off but we're counting on you. Don't screw up."

I nodded, leafing through the maps and notes of the 'packages' behaviour and a personal note from Mr Verger.

I thought he sounded like a prick.

I held out my hand for the keys and with a triumphant grin, Jake slammed the boot again and tossed them over.

With a sense of falling I entered the car and the assignment was mine and mine alone.