by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
1/25/02; Revised 2/16/03
Chapter One: Innocent until proven guilty.
Artemis Fowl glowered down at Captain Short. "And so you expect
me to help?"
Holly was in no better a mood than Artemis. "Yes! You little
Mud worm, yes! It's your fault we're in this mess! Don't you care?
This girl is our last chance!"
"How is she your last chance? You don't even know who she is!!
She could be dead for all you know. And really even if I DO find
her, who says she'll help, and who says she'll even be useful if
she does help? I'm not going to have any thing to do with this.
Besides, how many times do I have to tell you? I didnít sell
anyone any of Foalyís precious codes."
"Yeah, sure, Fowl. 'Cause I really believe you. Who else could
possibly know enough about Foalyís system to get a hold of his
access codes? Who, for that matter, would even know about Foalyís
system? So either you sold them or you sold information about
"Look, Holly, I didnít sell anybody anything. Now, as
stimulating as this conversation is, I have better things to do with
"Fowl! There are Goblins running around New London!"
"Look, Holly, Iíll think about it. Maybe thatíll show you I had
nothing to do with it. Though I still donít understand why-"
"It doesnít matter. Iíll be back in three days." And, without
so much as a Ďthank you for the teaí, Holly let herself out.
Holly used to love flying. She still did, technically; the only
thing was that the scenery had changed. The mud people had ruined
the Emerald Isle, huge ugly clots of concrete and metal had
crawled out over more then eighty percent of the beautiful little
Island. Holly spat in disgust.
Hurriedly, Holly took off her Hummingbirds and leapt into her
pod. Buckling in and turning on the radio, she was greeted by Foaly.
"Hello, Holly. How are you? Did you get there okay? No run-ins
with Italian trolls? Didnít drink any poisoned tea or anything? What
did Fowl say?"
"Fine, yes, no, no. Heíll think about it. "
"Well, I'm fine too, seeing as you asked. Bother Fowl. He knew
what would happen if he sold those codes to the Goblins. And
look! Happy day, we have Goblins running around aboveground!
Everywhere. Like swear toads!"
Holly smiled, though Foaly couldnít see it with the resolution
on the pod screen. "He says he didnít sell them. Says he doesnít
know anything about it. And you know, after the whole Koboi
"Of course he 'didnít' sell them. What else is he going to say?
Anyways, I donít trust this line so Iíll talk to you when you get
"Foaly, you donít trust any line."
Fowl Manor, Ireland
Foaly frowned at his reflection in the computer screen. There
was more here then Commander Root insisted there was. Root didnít
connect stolen faery access codes, Goblins aboveground and the
complete shutting down of Foalyís system to Artemis Fowl. Of
course, after the Koboi thing, there was no reason to.
But who else could it be? The Goblins had downed the Faeries'
entire underground world with the press of a single (and probably
large and red) button. Although Foaly seriously doubted they knew
In fact, he seriously doubted that the Goblins would even have
thought of buying those access codes. Goblins werenít the
brightest of creatures. There had to be somebody behind all this.
But who would want Goblins running around on the surface? And
why? It didnít appear to be profitable to Fowl, except the money
for the codes, and that wouldnít cover the loses he would
probably suffer once the Mud people realised that the Goblins
werenít kids in Hallows Eve costumes. Yay. Cross-species war.
Besides, Artemis had matured, Foaly thought that heíd grown out
of his ĎI donít care about the worldí phase. Or at least, so he
liked to hope.
The shutting of the Opsí door cut his train of thought short.
Foaly glanced over at Holly, whoíd made herself at home on a workbench.
"You sure you want to do this, Holly?"
Holly glanced up at her friend. "Yes. We need that girl."
"Right. And I suppose I shouldnít bother to suggest someone
else go." Foaly swivelled his chair around to face her.
"No. Nobody else can do this. Nobody else can know. You know
what would happen if anybody found out that I'm part human! Only
Artemis can know."
Technically, Foaly knew he should find Hollyís trust in Artemis
over her background ridiculous, but he smiled to himself and
thought: What they donít know canít hurt them.
"By the way, Foaly, how old is Fowl?"
"Ah..." Foaly clicked a link on the plasma screen. "Heís a
hundred and four. Why?"
"Are you sure?" Hollyís eyebrows furrowed.
"Of course Iím sure. When am I ever wrong?" Foaly responded
with feigned incredulousness.
"Or modest, for that matter? Anyways, I know this sounds
ridiculous, he can't possibly be a hundred and four. More like
twenty-four. Itís like he has faery blood in him, or he ages
really, really well."
Foaly nodded sagely. "Like Bilbo?"
"Yeah. Like Bilbo."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Holly piped up.
"Foaly, do you think heíll help us?"
"Gut feeling. No matter how much I want to punch his arrogant
little face in, I think he still has a bit of good left. After all, he
does grow organic vegetables."
"Well, if you think heíll help us, then heíll help us."
LEP Headquarters, The Haven
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