For my Seventeenth birthday present, my parents bought me an old, beat up pick-up truck. It was my responsibility to work and save money to fix it up....So I did odd jobs around the neighborhood. Hollywood is hot year round so just about everyone had a pool in their backyard and no one wanted to do yard work. It was a perfect opportunity to earn money. I would take care of the neighbors' pools, cut grass, paint and even babysit to earn money for my truck. Tracy and Mark were our next door. Their flesh started to rot and flies would bury their eggs inside the open wounds. The E.D.M.'s carried a disease resembling the horrific flesh-eating virus of the Old World.There were two ways the E.D.M.'s transmitted the deadly virus. One was their bite injecting their saliva into a person's bloodstream and the other was their blood itself. If an E.D.M. attacked another animal and it's blood contacted an open wound, inevitably that animal would turn into an E.D.M. Always in torment from the. I looked doubtful, but we both heard the thumping of the bass inside. Groups of kids were going in, but there were older people as well so I felt a little relieved.I was glad that we were dressed casual having gone to an Irish pub for dinner instead of a trendy restaurant. I had jeans, boots, a sweater and tank top on. Robert had jeans, sneakers and a thin shirt. We were both bundled up under coats.When we got inside the first thing that struck me was the music. I had shied away from techno and. “In Germany,” Keith responded.“I hope you aren’t visiting any libraries.”“Not exactly,” Keith said. “We are investigating some old manuscripts. What’s up?”“Don’t pretend you don’t know about the bombing at the National Historical and Genealogical Archives,” the agent growled.“Wait! Bombing of what? We were just there,” Keith said.“Imagine that!” Fry shouted. “You were just at the Kane Memorial Library when it blew up. You were just at the NHGA when it blew up. What library are you heading for.