A young lady, probably in her mid-twenties approached the group. She already had the practiced sour-faced expression of veteran librarians and her tweed dress, stylishly cut, just shouted her status.

Reaching into her handbag, she delicately placed three items onto the table. A gilt-edged library card, The Unadulterated Cat, and The Selfish Gene. The latter in rare leather editions. “Your plight,” she said with aplomb, “has come to the attention of higher authorities. I will be your liason with Special Book Services. “

At the sight of the gilt-edged library card and the name of Special Library Services, Howard couldn’t restrain himself further. “YES!” He shouted, “We’ve mad-”

Almost simultaneously, Kristin and Agent Rebecca glared at Howard and put their fingers to their mouths. “Shhh! This is a library! You will be quiet!” They hissed in an eerie echo.

Opening up The Unadulterated Cat Agent Rebecca paged to the first Appendix. “Your mission is here. You have one week. Supplies are in the closet.”