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Timeline: 5 years after Hannibal the movie.
Silence the lambs
CAPT: one
Ex special agent Clarice M. Starling walked the streets of Paris; she was following a dark man in his middle age. Clarice had been following this man for almost a week, trying to catch him red handed cheating on his wife. But he was smart. Clarice knew that he was suspicious; it was like he almost knew that his wife had hired a detective.
Clarice was fired from the FBI after what happen at cheapsear her career as an agent was gone, but she didn't care anymore, Dr. Lecter was right, he had always told her the truth, it just took a while to sink in, and now it was too late, she had given her answer. "Not in a thousand years" that answer still hunted her and his kiss still burned on her lips. It was five years ago, yet she remembered it like it was yesterday.
After she was thrown out of the FBI, she had to get away, so she took out her life savings and moved out of the country, she'd always wanted to go to France. She used her skills and set up a detective agency. Over the years she had gotten a reputation, she even had to hire people to keep up with the jobs.
Things were going great, but Clarice still felt like there was something missing. The lambs was screaming louder then ever, and Dr. Lecter was hunting her mind, every night before she fell asleep he was there, in her mind, taking her back to the dungeon, to Baltimore and to that kiss.
The man turned and walked into a hotel, a rather lavish hotel. "Just the kind Lecter would go for. Stop it Clarice, focus on the job". Clarice followed him into; she could hear him booking his usual room. Clarice went up to the desk. "Bonjour Madame" a young kid in his twenties smiled. "Do you speak English?" Clarice wanted to play tourist, she at times forgot that she was an American. "yes of cause Madame" the kid's smile grew. "I would like a room" Clarice's dripped with an American accent, she was aware that she had no luggage, and that might look suspicious. "for how long will you be staying Madame?" "Just for a few days" Clarice could really use a break, and she could at the same time keep an eye on Mr. Chouyr. The kid rang for a bell boy to show Clarice to her room, which was next to Mr. Chouyr. How convenient. Clarice thought, as she made her way to her room.
Timeline: 5 years after Hannibal the movie.
Silence the lambs
CAPT: one
Ex special agent Clarice M. Starling walked the streets of Paris; she was following a dark man in his middle age. Clarice had been following this man for almost a week, trying to catch him red handed cheating on his wife. But he was smart. Clarice knew that he was suspicious; it was like he almost knew that his wife had hired a detective.
Clarice was fired from the FBI after what happen at cheapsear her career as an agent was gone, but she didn't care anymore, Dr. Lecter was right, he had always told her the truth, it just took a while to sink in, and now it was too late, she had given her answer. "Not in a thousand years" that answer still hunted her and his kiss still burned on her lips. It was five years ago, yet she remembered it like it was yesterday.
After she was thrown out of the FBI, she had to get away, so she took out her life savings and moved out of the country, she'd always wanted to go to France. She used her skills and set up a detective agency. Over the years she had gotten a reputation, she even had to hire people to keep up with the jobs.
Things were going great, but Clarice still felt like there was something missing. The lambs was screaming louder then ever, and Dr. Lecter was hunting her mind, every night before she fell asleep he was there, in her mind, taking her back to the dungeon, to Baltimore and to that kiss.
The man turned and walked into a hotel, a rather lavish hotel. "Just the kind Lecter would go for. Stop it Clarice, focus on the job". Clarice followed him into; she could hear him booking his usual room. Clarice went up to the desk. "Bonjour Madame" a young kid in his twenties smiled. "Do you speak English?" Clarice wanted to play tourist, she at times forgot that she was an American. "yes of cause Madame" the kid's smile grew. "I would like a room" Clarice's dripped with an American accent, she was aware that she had no luggage, and that might look suspicious. "for how long will you be staying Madame?" "Just for a few days" Clarice could really use a break, and she could at the same time keep an eye on Mr. Chouyr. The kid rang for a bell boy to show Clarice to her room, which was next to Mr. Chouyr. How convenient. Clarice thought, as she made her way to her room.
