BRIGHAM:

Starling's reaction time was

excellent. Let's break. Critique in

five.

A class of about forty young FBI trainees, of both sexes,

begins to rise from their seats, mingling and chatting.

Clarice nods amiably to the "Suspect", then gives her

"Hostage" a hand up. It's ARDELIA MAPP, her roommate. Her

broad, clever face breaks into a big smile, as they both

remove ear plugs. Clarice's voice has just a soft trace of

southern accent.

ARDELIA:

Damn, Clarice, how'd you make me?

CLARICE:

(indicating her gun)

Never cock. Just squeeze.

ARDELIA:

(grins)

I love it when you talk dirty.

As Brigham joins them, Clarice can't resist a star pupil's

little smile of pride. He frowns good-naturedly.

BRIGHAM:

What're you laughin' at, Junior G-

Man? She got off four rounds to your

two.

He takes out a steel-coiled grip flexer, drops it onto her

palm.

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