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Any library in New York…Any library in New York…

The phrase kept turning over and over in his mind. That was what the forum had said. You could get Aristotle in any library in New York. Of course, he knew that. Anyone knew that you could pick up a book on Aristotle in any library across such a big city. You could even pick it up in a book shop, but his needs required a library.

If you don't make contact we will not pay our end.

It was that thought that pushed Lewis through the door. He had wondered which library to choose from. Should he choose one outside his neighbourhood to avoid being obvious, or should he choose his local to avoid suspicion of going so out of his way for a library? Lewis had selected the library nearest to his apartment and made the journey on foot this morning.

The library was quiet, a few people were spaced out through the shelves and there was only one sleepy looking librarian sitting at the desk, sorting through a pile of books. She was quite cute, he thought. It might be worth his while coming to the library more often. Lewis shook his head. There was no time to think like that.

The forum had said to simply ask the librarian. But that was the thing. There was always more than one and they might not be the source he was looking for. His research had turned up nothing. The amount of time and energy spent separating the actual posts on Aristotle in these forums from the 'secret' ones hadn't given him an answer. It would seem he just had to ask and hope everything went as described.

Aware that he'd spent too long in the doorway, Lewis went towards the desk and cleared his throat. The girl behind it looked up and stifled a yawn. "Can I help you today?"

"Yes…" Said Lewis, hesitating. He could walk out right now. "I'm looking for a book on Aristotle." He could actually hear his heart thumping. Would this go like the script or would she think it an honest inquiry?

She pursed her lips a little before replying. "Over Socrates?"

He almost sighed in relief. The key word. Socrates. "No, I hear he knew nothing." The girl gave a little smile –perhaps a smirk- and disappeared under her desk. She came back up with an old blue bound book that was still in reasonable condition. Without asking for any kind of card or proof he belonged to this library, she handed it over.

"This one is the best source we have, I find. The chapter on Rhetoric is brilliant."

"Thank you, I'll give it a read." He tucked the book inside his jacket and left as fast as he could. The librarian will then tell you which chapter the contact information is in, was what the instructions online had said. He had the chapter, now he just had to make contact. And when he did…They'll give me back Amy…

When Lewis returned home he took off the coat and sat the book by his computer. He didn't go to it immediately. He made some coffee and ordered in a pizza. He hadn't eaten properly in two days and with the first hurdle done with he regained some of his appetite. Once he had the box in hand he went straight to his desk and opened the book, going straight to the chapter on Rhetoric and finding, written between the lines, a web address. He typed it in, swallowing down a slice of pizza. He froze as the page loaded. He needed a password which was written in the page. He typed that into the space as well. And then there was a download link. He didn't know what it would do, only that once it was downloaded and the software installed he could communicate with the person on the other end.

It took ten minutes to install the software and he began to sweat, running his hands nervously over his jeans to wipe them clean. What if she refuses to talk to me? No, you'll make her talk, for Amy's sake…

A chat window appeared in the centre of his screen. He didn't really understand how this was working, but he typed into the box anyway. It was the only obvious thing to do. 'I need help'. Was all he said.

And then he was left alone for two hours, letting the coffee grow cold. He very nearly fell asleep at his desk before he heard the bleep of a reply. 'And what can I help you with, Lewis?'

Lewis's mouth grew dry. 'How do you know my name?' He typed, frantically.

'I know everything. But you already knew this, or why else would you have contacted me?'

'I need some information.'

'What kind?'

'I need-' He hesitated for a long time. 'I need information from Stark Enterprises.'

'Oh, a big spender? You know that costs a lot? What kind of information?'

'SHIELD.' Lewis felt his face grow cold now. Everything depended on this.

'I can do that. It will cost you triple the Stark Price. And you don't seem to be made of money, living in that dingy flat.'

He swallowed. He had to remember, she knew everything about you. It was part of entering into a contract. This wasn't anything to freak out over. 'Trust me, I can pay you. Please, I need this information.'

'Send me exactly what you want and we can arrange payment.'

Lewis let out a long sigh of relief. He could feel his knees shaking and the pain in his muscles shot through his body as they began to relax for the first time that evening. He began typing up exactly what information he needed. Places, dates, people, specific files-

Someone burst through the door. He heard someone call out for him and then footsteps. He turned in his chair to see men in black suits, armed and pointing at him. "You need to come with us, sir."

"No." Lewis whispered. "No, please, they have my daught-"

"We have your daughter." One of the men replied sharply. "We need to take you in now."

"Am…Am I under arrest?"

"That depends on who you were talking to on the other end of that computer." The man replied.

"Who are you?" Lewis asked, quietly sinking into his seat, feeling the tears rise in his eyes. Everything, every hell he'd been living for the last forty-eight hours came rushing to the surface. He couldn't stop himself from crying now.

"SHIELD," the man said.