Right, let's see what we've got here...

[There's the clinking of lots of bottles and Clarice muttering to herself on and off before she continues properly.]

Huh, all this alcohol... Wonder how much of it's laced with something. Sure as hell wouldn't put it past these guys.

If only I had my field equipment. Getting my gun back wouldn't be a bad thing, ( Read more... )

[The crackling of flames can be heard in the background, along with Clarice chuckling to herself in a way that seems almost exasperated.]

Well damn. Looks like the boat really is on fire. How come the entire thing hasn't gone up in flames?

Actually, forget I said that. Apparently this place has no logic, and I'm not in the mood for long-winded ( Read more... )

Where the hell am I? I'd ask if this was a prank, but calling kidnapping a federal officer a 'prank' is pushing it.

Look, let me go, give me my weapons back, and I'm sure we can negotiate so this ends well for everyone. Otherwise, you're going to end up with a very sticky situation and a helluva long prison sentence, d'you understand?

Could it be...

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