Lyra Mosby put up the hood on her jacket as she stepped from the car. The rain did not bother her, but being back in Bannville did.
She looked around the town square. The tents covered the area, just as her brother had described. The Tent City would have to come down, she thought, one way or another. Problem one.
Next she looked at the remains of the old library. Even in the rain, small pockets of smoke could be seen rising from the ashes. Problem number two to be solved. Three would be the rebuilding.
Fishing the keys from her pocket, she walked over to the trailers. When they had told her about the trailers, she had thought of the small mobile homes that littered the woods of East Bannville, homes of meth dealers and broken families.
The two trailers that made up the Banned Library were large and spacious, big enough to fill the small parking lot beside the old library. A square accordion type connector stretched between them. Lyra made note of the outside as she opened the door with the bright “Children’s” sign on the front.
Inside she found a cheery room with a desk to the right facing the door and small divider shelves, taller ones along the walls and smaller bins in the middle. She walked to the back to the connector, taking the time to look at the computer lab around the back of the trailer and make a rough diagram in her mind.
Lyra took note of the maintenance hatch that lead to the library tunnels and the server room. Problem four, a problem that moved up in the list. A technical services area did not belong in a hole.
The connector shook a bit as she crossed it. Lyra could hear voices and the sound of something plastic rapping along metal. A spray can hiss?
“Who’s there?” she said, her voice high and clear.
A sharp cry, the sound of a can hitting pavement and at least two people running sounded over the gentle rattling of the rain. Even with a storm coming, art is always in demand.
The other trailer, the main library, was as divided as the first. A waist high circulation desk faced the door. Tall shelves lined the walls and continued from the front to the back.
Another small desk sat in the back, a laptop chained to it. Lyra sat and booted up the machine.
The wifi was disabled. Problem five. Lyra brought up the DOS prompt and entered a few commands and the wifi connected. Problem solved.
Lyra logged into her account and typed the following message:
“ARRIVED. BEGIN TOMORROW. WILL SEND INITIAL REPORT SOON.”
Lyra leaned back and looked around the reference area. She could do this. She would solve the problems here and then she could go again.
Soon.Problem zero: what happened to the Banned family?