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Clank, cllllank, whir, clank, whirrrr, clankclank, clank, clank.

That's the sound that a man in a metal suit makes while staggering through the bar. It's a particularly battered metal suit (it's actually not metal at all; a combination of several complex alloys), filthy and dented, and ripped apart in a few of the worst damage zones. It looks ( Read more... )

Clarice has gotten a room.

She got a room and some fresh clothes-- the blouse and businesslike pencil skirt are a major improvement over Pilcher's nightshirt, though she hardly thinks she can afford it all ( Read more... )

It's morning on the Chesapeake shore, and Clarice Starling is not fully awake. She's managed to pull on pajama bottoms and a shirt that may or may not belong to one Noble Pilcher, and through the haze of lingering sleep she is trying to figure out just where all those damn dogs have got to. Normally they're all over her, yapping and shoving and ( Read more... )

After Will's last visit, he's taken to wearing his gun again, in a hip holster. Molly notices, and he tells her it makes him feel safer. Not me, she replies tiredly. I'm sorry, he tells her. Then stop looking over your shoulder. I can't.They have that conversation every few days. Things are tense. They haven't had sex in a week ( Read more... )