Cao Yun
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Part I: An Unfortunate End
After complications in the United States and Altis, a friendly doctor had once more been forced to move his home and start life once again. The pressure on Altis became too great, and Lecter had found himself discovered by the FBI after several "mayoral campaign" posters had found their way to social media. After going into hiding for several months and gathering what money he could, Lecter sought refuge at the UNMC border. Accepting his predicament he handed over the necessary amount in order to once again escape the place he had gotten so used to calling home.
The UNMC and Lecter manufactured a simple story, he would die in a border skirmish, as so many have perished before him. Now that the Altis Police Department were given a proper excuse to start slacking at their jobs again, they obviously took it. The FBI however, were not nearly as satisfied, but they knew better than enter the UNMC territory and investigate for themselves, Lecter was once again a cold case.
After complications in the United States and Altis, a friendly doctor had once more been forced to move his home and start life once again. The pressure on Altis became too great, and Lecter had found himself discovered by the FBI after several "mayoral campaign" posters had found their way to social media. After going into hiding for several months and gathering what money he could, Lecter sought refuge at the UNMC border. Accepting his predicament he handed over the necessary amount in order to once again escape the place he had gotten so used to calling home.
The UNMC and Lecter manufactured a simple story, he would die in a border skirmish, as so many have perished before him. Now that the Altis Police Department were given a proper excuse to start slacking at their jobs again, they obviously took it. The FBI however, were not nearly as satisfied, but they knew better than enter the UNMC territory and investigate for themselves, Lecter was once again a cold case.
Part II: Ocean of Secrets
Istanbul, the gate to Asia. Following a boat trip to Instabul from Altis, the UNMC said farewell to their customer, hoping he would return to visit one day when there was less danger. Lecter himself had no plans to stay in Instabul for long, but there was one thing he needed to get done, he was easily recognizable and needed a new face. With the money he had left, a surgery was undertaken and now nobody would recognize Lecter, he was a new man (as long as he did not speak of course).
Istanbul, the gate to Asia. Following a boat trip to Instabul from Altis, the UNMC said farewell to their customer, hoping he would return to visit one day when there was less danger. Lecter himself had no plans to stay in Instabul for long, but there was one thing he needed to get done, he was easily recognizable and needed a new face. With the money he had left, a surgery was undertaken and now nobody would recognize Lecter, he was a new man (as long as he did not speak of course).
Recovery from the operation was short, as only the most recognizable features were removed and changed, once he could stand Lecter rummaged the city for a way to escape the West, he met up with four old friends from Altis by a coincidence in an underground bar, they told him that smugglers had spoken of an island in the pacific, which was as corrupt yet just as beautiful as their old home. An island in the pacific, Tanoa was it's name. Together with his old friends, they merged what remaining money they had and purchased their way through Asia.
It was easy to sneak throughout the middle east, as most people were heading the opposite way, as they had for years. The Suez canal in Egypt had proven troublesome before, but with millions of pounds available to them, no guard was too honourable to accept a bribe. It was a long ways to travel by boat, but a single sailboat was less noticeable than a plane, and it required much less inspection from local officials.
Part III: We All Fall Down
The journey took almost a month and some of the smugglers had succumbed to sickness, however the main three crewman had survived, and nobody from Altis were stricken with any illnesses during the trip. Seeing the familiar shape of the Tanoa Volcano, the party cheered for their safe arrival, Lecter however, was not as relieved as the remaining passengers. One more night and they would arrive, for that there would be a party.
Whatever remained of the food that there was stocked was brought out, and whatever alcohol was left was to be drunk also. The boat was anchored near the shore of the island, it had been arranged that the guerilla forces of the island would have a welcoming party in the morning, mostly to ensure their payment, but also to introduce the new citizens to the customs and cultures of their new home, sadly this meeting would never take place...
Once the clock hit 1:00 AM, all the passengers had gone to sleep below deck, and the two crewmen were above deck, one had passed out while the other had started to puke over the rail. The alcohol had ensured a heavy sleep, one that would be their last. Lecter threw the puking crewman overboard, the sailor had no chance of surviving, as he was hardly sober enough to walk to begin with. Splashing awoke the second crewman, but before he could react, a hammer had found it's way into his skull.
The door below deck was barricaded and the alcohol spilled above deck was set alight, those who did not die from the flame and smoke were to drown in the mighty Pacific Ocean. Using mended furniture to craft a simple raft, Lecter paddled upon shore before sending his raft back to the Ocean, no trace could be left of his arrival. Now the travel had finished.
Part IV: Fool's Gold
Morning came and the guerilla forces found nothing but planks and wreckage from the boat that had washed ashore, it was assumed that the entire party had perished, finally complete anonymity was to be had. When the FBI finally investigated Lecter's escape from Altis and his subsequent travel, informants told them about the sunk ship, and he was finally declared deceased. Interpol and every other agency was informed, Hannibal Lecter was no more.
Years of investigation and finally they had gotten their treasure, a case laid to rest and hopefully never to be opened again, but not all treasure is true, and not all gold is as valuable as it may seem. As the US Activity had finally ceased on Tanoa, and the British were handed control, Lecter left his hut in the jungle and for the first time entered GeorgeTown. Needing identification for his new life, he entered the police station.
Watchful of his surroundings, a somewhat incompetent Desk Sergeant asked him for his immigration papers, Lecter handed over his Turkish passport and smiled at the police officer, knowing already that this police department was as incompetent as the one on Altis. "What is your name?" asked the Desk Sergeant. "Louis Friend" Lecter responded with a smile. The Desk Sergeant stood up and shook his hand, welcoming him to the island. "Now we've had a lot of bad people come here recently, I hope you're not one of them!" the Sergeant jokingly said.
Lecter gleefully responded "Don't worry Sergeant, I don't bite".
The End
on a serious note no witnesses is a good thing.