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[cute_bruiser]

After some further consideration - and after a certain arrest - Molly leaves an additional note for Security.

Guys,

I've celled someone from our favorite Mr Lecter's world for a night, on account of she punched him in the face.

(Officially the worst arrest EVER. Nearly broke my heart breaking them up.)

Her name's Beverly Katz, and she's a FBI agent and says she's from his 'verse.

Once she's out, or so long as they can't interact (I don't think we need to give him any sitting targets to play mindgames with), I'm totally fine with celling Hannibal if you lot are.

Moll.

P.S.

I REALLY hope he doesn't come quietly.

Note left, she takes a seat at the bar with a (glittery) milkshake.

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[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

The note catches the attention of a relatively new Security member, one who hasn't been in the bar lately as often as the others and so has missed out on a bit.

He should check this out, and see whether anyone can fill him in on the situation.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly is still sat at her barstool, legs curled around the legs of her stool.

The sparkly purple milkshake goes slurrrrrrp.

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

Melaka Fray (who did not think much of being called 'señorita', or he would think of her so) gave him a few basic descriptions of the rest of the Security team. Thus-

"Excuse me, señorita," says the masked wrestler with the badge pinned to his white T-shirt, politely. "Would I be correct in thinking you were also a member of Milliways security?"

[cute_bruiser]

"Guilty as charged," Molly admits, with a faint tired smile.

"Hi."

Please oh please oh please don't let it be another problem...

"Como esta?"

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"Well enough, for the moment," says Santo. "Your pardon- I was hired to add to the security team some time ago and haven't been in the Bar as often as I should have. I saw the note in the office, and thought I should be sure to introduce myself in case there was a need- and to get an explanation. They call me Santo."

[cute_bruiser]

"I'm Molly," she tells Santo. "Pleased to meet you.

"Would those notes be the ones about a certain Hannibal Lecter?"

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"Those would be them," says Santo, nodding. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to know the situation before anything else happens."

[cutting_edgex23]

X comes to find her, eventually.

Because what they really need is a plan.

[cute_bruiser]

"Hey," Molly says, and flicks her a smile.

"I take it you've seen all the notes?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes."

X does not sigh.

"I have talked to Hannibal, too. And another person with information on him."

She does not fidget.

"You know Rae? Here."

[cute_bruiser]

"Only time I met her, she was unconscious," Molly says.

"There were vampires."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Will thinks she will not want to talk to him anymore. Hannibal."

Beat.

"He is not sure Hannibal will let that happen. I said I would keep watch. In case he tries to make her."

X does not hesitate.

"You can watch, too? I am not always here."

[cute_bruiser]

Molly nods.

"If I see him here, I'll be watching him," she tells X. "It was how come I wound up arresting Agent Katz."

She pauses.

"I'd have quite liked to let them get on with it, honestly."

She wouldn't have. But she'd have liked to.

[a1enzo]

"Don't s'pose we're allowed to congratulate her once she's out?"

[cute_bruiser]

"You'd be better off keeping an eye out for the guy she hit," Molly says. "I don't think Mr Lecter's the type to let that kind of humiliation go unanswered."

[a1enzo]

"Roger that."

Then: "Urrrgh." This whole business. Seriously.

[cute_bruiser]

"Yeeeeeep."

[a1enzo]

"There's no… I don't know, loophole that'd let us move forward on this?"

[cute_bruiser]

"...What?"

[schrodingerskatz]

The morning after finds Beverly dozing in her cell, her hands behind her head, her boots and jacket abandoned on the floor next to her cot. Her sleep cycle's been shot to hell since getting here, and having Lecter's words to mull over didn't exactly make for a restful night.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly... well, she used to be a morning person, but these days she's more of a 'never enough sleep in the world' kind of girl. Especially since she wound up crashing out in Jaq's room. (Platonically, the narrative would like to add.)

She turns up eventually, anyway, sipping hot sweet tea (she reserves the coffee for special occasions) from a very large, very solid pink mug as she raps lightly on the glass of Beverly's cell.

"Rise and shine, boxer."

[schrodingerskatz]

"Mmmf."

Beverly sighs, blinks her eyes open, and lifts her head.

"You springing me?"

[cute_bruiser]

"'Fraid so. Unless you'd like a lie-in?"

Molly's guessing that she wouldn't.

"I mean, we do have proper rooms, y'know."

[schrodingerskatz]

"No, I'm fine." She sits up, rolling her neck, and half-smiles. "I think I've stayed in motels that weren't as nice as this cell."

[cute_bruiser]

Molly chuckles.

"It's been commented on before, I think. Especially by the ones who aren't so twenty-first-century or beyond."