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Clarice set up surveillance of the neighbor room, what ever went on in there was enough to verify that he was indeed having an affair. Clarice was eager to get this over with so that she could relax. And before she could stop her self she was armed with her 45. and a camera, even after all those years she did not feel safe with out her gun. Well why not a front assault? Clarice thought with a smile on her face.
She had no difficulty picking the lock, and she moved silently inside. She flicked on the light and was not surprised to find Mr. Chouyr in bed with a rather young lady. Before he could react she took several pictures. "What the hell is going on, who are you?" his voice was thick with his French accent and filled with anger. "Ahh Mr. Chouyr I am Clarice Starling a private detective hired by Mrs. Chouyr" Clarice did not try to hide her contempt, he so reminded her of Krendler, which was not a good thing. Mr. Chouyr, jumped out of the bed, griped his robe and was in Clarice's face. "who the hell do you think you are, you will give me that camera or I swear you will not like what will happen to you" Chouyr almost pushed Clarice backwards with his body, while his bad breath made Clarice felt like she was suffocating. "Is that supposed to be a treat Chouyr?" Clarice didn't feel afraid, she was exhilarated, she hadn't had this much fun in years and she wasn't about to back down now. "you take it anyway you like bitch as long as you hand over that camera and forget you where here and what you saw" Clarice moved out from Chouyr and turned to look at him, there was a fire burning in her eyes, she had already decided what to do. Mr. Chouyr was being rude, and Clarice hated rude people. "I don't think I will be able to do that Mr. Chouyr" Clarice's voice carried a trace that told Chouyr that there was only one way out of this. He lunched himself at her, but before he ever reached Clarice she had drawn her 45. And fired, the shot was precise and deadly. He fell to the floor, dead. Clarice turned towards the girl in the bed, she was screaming, she fired again, and the silence lingered over the room, dead silence. Clarice quickly left the room and returned to her own where she hid the gun and the camera, and she darted down the stairs, playing the role of a panicking tourist.
Clarice set up surveillance of the neighbor room, what ever went on in there was enough to verify that he was indeed having an affair. Clarice was eager to get this over with so that she could relax. And before she could stop her self she was armed with her 45. and a camera, even after all those years she did not feel safe with out her gun. Well why not a front assault? Clarice thought with a smile on her face.
She had no difficulty picking the lock, and she moved silently inside. She flicked on the light and was not surprised to find Mr. Chouyr in bed with a rather young lady. Before he could react she took several pictures. "What the hell is going on, who are you?" his voice was thick with his French accent and filled with anger. "Ahh Mr. Chouyr I am Clarice Starling a private detective hired by Mrs. Chouyr" Clarice did not try to hide her contempt, he so reminded her of Krendler, which was not a good thing. Mr. Chouyr, jumped out of the bed, griped his robe and was in Clarice's face. "who the hell do you think you are, you will give me that camera or I swear you will not like what will happen to you" Chouyr almost pushed Clarice backwards with his body, while his bad breath made Clarice felt like she was suffocating. "Is that supposed to be a treat Chouyr?" Clarice didn't feel afraid, she was exhilarated, she hadn't had this much fun in years and she wasn't about to back down now. "you take it anyway you like bitch as long as you hand over that camera and forget you where here and what you saw" Clarice moved out from Chouyr and turned to look at him, there was a fire burning in her eyes, she had already decided what to do. Mr. Chouyr was being rude, and Clarice hated rude people. "I don't think I will be able to do that Mr. Chouyr" Clarice's voice carried a trace that told Chouyr that there was only one way out of this. He lunched himself at her, but before he ever reached Clarice she had drawn her 45. And fired, the shot was precise and deadly. He fell to the floor, dead. Clarice turned towards the girl in the bed, she was screaming, she fired again, and the silence lingered over the room, dead silence. Clarice quickly left the room and returned to her own where she hid the gun and the camera, and she darted down the stairs, playing the role of a panicking tourist.