Hannibal [antikvár]

You would think that such a day would tremble to begin Clarice Starling's Mustang boomed up the entrance ramp at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms on Massachusetts Avenue, a headquarters rented from the Reverend Sun Myung Moon in the interest of economy.The strike force waited in three vehicles, a battered undercover van to lead and two black SWAT vans behind it, manned and idling in the cavernous garage.Starling hoisted the equipment bag out of her car and ran to the lead vehicle, a dirty white panel van with mar-cell's crab house signs stuck on the sides.Through the open back doors of the van, four men watched Starling coming. She was slender in her fatigues and moving fast under the weight of her equipment, her hair shining in the ghastly fluorescent lights."Women. Always late," a D.C. police officer said.BATF Special Agent John Brigham was in charge."She's not lateI didn't beep her until we got the