Later that day Hannibal and Clarice roamed through the streets of Buenos Aires, taking in the sights and smells. They stopped by a few museums and had lunch at a small café.
It was around 5:00pm when they decided to return to their house. As they were approaching the gate they heard a scuffling behind them. They stopped… then…
"FREEZE!… put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly."
The site that greeted them was almost amusing. A dozen FBI agents, all wearing bullet-proof vests and headgear were surrounding them. They were all holding out their guns and were in a defensive stance. The air reeked with the smell of fear.
Hannibal smiled, "So, you finally caught us… I must say I'm impressed."
The head agent seemed uneasy.
"You are under arrest..." he was straining to keep his voice steady "you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be held against you in court."
"Perfectly understood." Mused Hannibal.
They were escorted (at a distance) to a large van with horizontal and vertical bars separating the driver's cabin to the back. They were handcuffed to the walls of the van, and the doors were closed.
As the driver got in he turned around and looked at them.
"Tomorrow you will be flown back to Washington where you will be trailed. Tonight you shall stay under 24 hour surveillance, you won't be able to blink without someone breathing down your neck."