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time between Mondays?”
Asked Dan to Trillion and Andrew.
    “ Hunt
the enemy,” said Trillion.
    “ Sounds
good to me,” said Jack.
    .
. .

    The
others were sitting around quietly drinking coffee. Andrew had
brought out his ancient and filthy coffee-maker and a few dingy cups
and offered coffee. Jack and Mary and were quietly speaking with
Trillion. Dan himself wandered through the isles looking at the
books. Andrew's store was a used bookstore and naturally, full of
old, dusty books. Piled high on shelves full of old, old books. He
glanced at his other two team-mates when Andrew suddenly rounded the
isle. He brought him a cup of coffee.
    “ Thought
you might want one. Might help you brainstorm. Work things out. I
always work best at night.” He handed the cup to him. Dan took
it and thanked him. He took a sip. It was terrible and weak, but it
was the thought that counted.
    “ I
was wondering,” Dan asked, “how did this guy build these
portals here? Who is Trillion? You know him? He must be like the guy
who built this place. Special.”
    “ Trillion
calls himself an outsider and sometimes a helper. He has special
abilities too but different than yours. He doesn't go into great
detail about himself, though.” Andrew took a sip of his brown
swill.
    “ Is
there any history or information about these “Others”?
Like a book?”
    “ Yeah.”
    “ Well,
there is something. It's a personal journal. It was written by a guy
who lived over a hundred years ago. He kept a journal of various
things concerning strange events that he saw near his house. The
journal ends abruptly. The problem is the man was mentally ill. Or
mad, as they used to say long ago. However, much of what he writes in
relation to the others is very interesting and informative. Almost
like a road-map to seeing the others if you don't have a special
ability.”
    “ And
no one knows what happened to him?”
    “ No
one knows. He just vanished.”
    “ Nothing
just vanishes.”
    “ He
did.”
    “ Can
I see this diary?”
    “ Follow
me.” Andrew led him to the last aisle of the bookstore but
instead of plucking a book from the shelf he went to a small room
beyond the door, opening it up with an old skeleton key. When he came
out he had an old book in his hands of cloth and brown leather and
yellowed pages. There was no title or writing of any sort on the
front cover.
    “ This
is a direct copy I made of it. I have only one other copy. I used to
think it was just a diary of a mad man's scribblings. Found it in the
trash at World-Con some years ago. But after meeting Trillion this
book is almost like a bible. There are things in here that this man
saw and knew that you won't find anywhere else. You guys are like
this guy. Except in a better position because you can truly fight
them. I have a feeling he was taken or maybe even murdered. You have
an advantage this poor guy didn't. You can see them and they don't
know it. Yet.” Dan took the book.
    “ Thanks.”
    “ Here,
you better take this back. I don't want to spill it,” said Dan.
    “ Oh
yeah.” Andrew took the cup back. Dan fingered the book's
dog-eared corners.
    “ So,
we are embarking on a new era,” said Dan quietly. Andrew
nodded, his eyes almost comically big behind his glasses.
    “ I
feel like I've been dropped in the middle of They Live.”
    ” That's
because you are,” said Andrew. Dan went back to the front of
the room. The others were getting ready to leave.
    “ Wait!
Mary, Jack. Let's get numbers. I want to meet with you guys as soon
as possible. Tomorrow maybe?” Said Dan getting struggling
through his pockets looking for a pen.
    “ What?
You don't have a cell phone?” Asked Jack.
    “ I
lost it and didn't have much time to get a new one, recovering in the
hospital and all,” said Dan. I can tell this guy is gonna be
prick. They exchanged numbers.
    “ Friday
then? And then Monday here?”
    “ Yeah.
Friday then,” said Mary. Anxiety was pouring off of her in
waves. Mary