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Caleb sat down on the old basement couch. They couldn’t possibly tell Zane that they had no idea what to do.
     
                                               Chapter 3
     
    Brooklyn’s dreams were tormented as she writhed and kicked off the covers in her sleep.  Images of microchips, mind control, and burning books ran through her mind like a never ending dark reel. She dreamed of evil librarians with fangs and dark eyes pitching books into bonfires while laughing demonically.  The dream jolted her into consciousness as she sat straight up in her bed, panting and sweating.  As her mind replayed the dream, she had an idea. 
     
    “Of course!  Why didn’t I think of that before!” she exclaimed.  She jumped out of bed and threw on her clothes and shoes.  She ran down the stairs and grabbed the keys to the truck and Caleb’s cell phone from the end table by the staircase.  She started the truck and peeled off down the dirt road.  The sun was starting to rise and no one was awake yet. 
     
    When Brooklyn reached her destination, she ran up the hill toward the lake as fast as she could.  “Lars…..Lars, are you here?” she called   She was not sure where he lived exactly, so she started off towards the woods, still calling his name.  She was greeted by a tall, muscular black man and a small Asian woman, both yielding guns.  “State your name, trespasser,” the man barked. 
     
    “Where is Lars?” Brooklyn shouted, “I’m here to see Lars.  Put the gun down!” 
    “Are you a spy?” the woman demanded. 
    “What are you talking about?” Brooklyn said. 
    “Answer the question and what do you want with Lars,” the man snapped. 
     
    The guns did not startle her as they did before.  She was mostly becoming annoyed and impatient.  She shouted for Lars once again, only to have the man cock and aim his rifle at her face.  “I will shoot you if you do not tell me who you are,” he said.  It was then that she felt frightened.  To her relief, Lars emerged from the woods. 
     
    “Put down your weapons,” Lars yelled at them, “Brooklyn is not the enemy.”  The man and woman lowered their weapons as Lars came to greet her.  “I apologize for them, sister. Do you need more water?” Lars said kindly.  Brooklyn shook her head.  “What brings you here?” Lars inquired. 
    “The books that you took from the library-where are they?” Brooklyn said.
     
    Lars led Brooklyn through the woods and to his bomb shelter dwelling.  “Do you want the books for any particular reason?” Lars asked as they walked down the dark, narrow stairs. 
    “Well, I was thinking those books were being burned for a reason.  There’s something that someone obviously doesn’t want us to know.  If I could just find some piece of information that would cast doubt on the safety of these microchips, then it just might be enough to convince someone in the White House to over turn the bill. I know it’s probably a long shot, but the bill was passed pretty recently, and the chips weren’t even tested first. There’s got to be some fault with them somewhere,” Brooklyn replied, straining her eyes to see inside Lars’s dimly lit home.
     
    “Good luck with that, sister.  The government isn’t going to stop until they’ve taken over the world,” Lars retorted when they had reached the bottom of the stairs, “Every time they say that they are going to ‘protect’ us, they take away more and more of our freedom and constitutional rights.  They use terrorist attacks as excuses to pass laws that stomp all over the constitution. “
     
    “According to the American Act, they can basically do whatever they want to you if they accuse you of being a terrorist.    First they started bugging our phones, then they put a microchip in our driver’s license; now they want to bug our bodies.  If you can monitor, you can control.  They’ve ruined the military and, with