I don't know. Lets just see where it goes.
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Justice: The principle or ideal of just dealing or right action.
Chapter 1 Now What
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"There was a third in the loft." She turned her head looking behind her, "No Clarice, behind me."
Clarice moved slightly to her right, her weapon trained steadily on the platform above
them. Seeing movement in the loft, she slid to her right and crouching down as she fired, Clarice killed the sniper.
Recovering her balance, she once again leveled her gun at Dr. Lecter, who had just finished freeing himself from the forklift.
"O.k. Doctor, it's your call. Are you coming with me peacefully, or do I have to shoot you before I call for back-up?"
"Really Clarice, there's no need to be so dramatic. I will agree to go with you on one condition."
At this point, the boars had almost made it through the rickety barrier. Clarice looked to them and then back to Dr. Lecter, "I think we might want to discuss this in the car," she said as she nodded her head toward the agitated animals. "Unless you want to stay for dinner?"
"I must admit, I did have other plans for this evening. Maybe it would be best if we departed."
Motioning toward the door with her gun, "After you," she stated.
They exited the barn, Dr. Lecter a few feet ahead of her. She shoved the door closed just as the boars broke free of their pen. As they walked to her car, she could hear the screams of the one man that remained alive. She wished her shot had killed him, knowing that he was now being eaten alive.
When they got to the car, Clarice reached into her pocket, pulling out her car keys.
Tossing them to Dr. Lecter she said, "You drive."
He caught the keys in one hand and said, "My pleasure."
Once settled into the vehicle, Clarice asked, "What condition?"
As if ignoring her, he reached up and unbuckled the mask from his face, tossing into the backseat.
He started the car and as they started moving he answered, "If I am to go with you Clarice,
without any attempt to regain my freedom, I would like to do so in more suitable attire and not smelling of swine."
She thought for a moment before saying in disbelief, "Tell me if I have this right, you will give yourself up to me, without a fight and go back to prison if I let you take a shower and change your clothes?"
"That is correct."
"And I have your word?"
"Of course."
Clarice couldn't believe this was actually happening. The F.B.I.'s most wanted fugitive was turning himself into her if she let him clean-up first? She sat quietly for several minutes before thinking, well, what could it hurt. She wasn't sure if she could bring herself to shoot him, so if he did try an escape, he would probably make it anyway, but he didn't need to know that.
What she didn't know, or wouldn't admit, was he had already surmised as much.
"All right then, it's a deal, but if you don't do exactly what I tell you, make no mistake Doctor, I will shoot you."
"Understood."
"Good. So where are we going?"
"I have a place not to far from here that should suffice."
Clarice made no further attempt to continue the conversation. Sitting with her back against the passenger door, gun in hand, starring at Dr. Lecter as he drove. He in turn, looked only to the road, also satisfied to continue in silence.
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Mason Verger was not a happy man. Looking down on the bloody scene didn't bother him, but the fact that Lecter wasn't one of the victims did.
"It was Starling, it had to be." Cordell remarked.
"Of course it was Starling, who else would risk their neck to save that son of bitch!"
"Do you want me to call the police Sir?"
"And tell them what? That I kidnapped Hannibal Lecter so I could torture and kill him, but before I had the chance he escaped? Just get this mess cleaned up and when you're finished
get Krendler on the phone."
"Yes Sir, I'll take care of it."
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When they finally arrived at their destination, Dr. Lecter pulled the car up in front of a nice size summer home overlooking Chesapeake Bay.
Clarice finally broke the silence asking, "Whose house is this?"
"No one you would care to associate with, I assure you."
Clarice followed Dr. Lecter into the house. I was nicely furnished, however it didn't appear to be the Doctor's style. They walked through the house, passing a beautifully set dining room table and continued into the kitchen.
Dr. Lecter pulled out a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, turning to Clarice he said, "I thought we might have a glass of wine after I get cleaned up a bit."
She was about to protest when he continued, "Just think of it as my last request."
"All right. Just go do what you gotta do so we can get this over with."
"There's plenty of food in the refrigerator, eat whatever you like. I won't be long," he said as he left the kitchen.
Clarice stood in the middle of the kitchen, wondering if she had lost her mind. She had just let Hannibal Lecter leave her presence like he would just go take a shower, change his clothing and come right back down so she could take him back to prison, no big deal right?
The funny thing was, she knew that was exactly what he was about to do.