Author's Note: I know I cannot make these stories nearly as well as the real Artemis Fowl adventures by Eoin Colfer, but I hope you enjoy this story, following the steps of an elf, Aidan Corp.

Prologue

4:00 PM

Underground City Transit

Hidden Base in Sewers

"You see, Major Corp, you can't win."

Corp groaned as a pain chortled in his stomach. He tried to get up but as soon as his body arched up 2 feet, the pain rushed throughout his body and he instantly collapsed on the floor, vomiting all around. The world was a trance to him right now and he couldn't focus on anything, even though his brain tried with all its might.

"After everything that has happened – the bomb at the station, the escape… the killing of every single one of your squad mates." That voice, the strange deep and scaly voice, seemed familiar to the major. Yes, he thought, I'm regaining my conscious finally.

He and his squad had been sent to chase down who they thought was a common bank-robbing criminal, but it turned out to be a lot worse. The bank was bombed and Aidan's squad followed the man for 3 days straight, and one-by-one, they were picked off by the man's lethal agents – poisons, assassinations, natural 'accidents'. Soon, only Major Corp and his most trusted member, and friend, were left. Soon, even his friend was killed, assassinated while chasing the man through a series of tunnels. And now, it led to here, in the middle of the sewers, a base hidden to all including the LEP.

Suddenly, it hit him, this is a man! A human. The thought dawned upon him and he moaned at all of the recent events and pain. But on the bright side (there really isn't one), he was able to think again.

The man spoke his deep, scaly voice again, "I see that the serum is dying off. Yes, in a couple of minutes, you will be back to normal – normal meaning not on the verge of vomiting every minute – and then, I will devise of a plan to torture you, and then ransom you for some… tactical information, call it."

Just as the man had foretold, in a matter of minutes, Corp's mind was good as normal. He got to his feet with a new burst of energy, and started to limp to the tunnel exits but after a meter, the man called out his co-workers, "Gilb, Scant, tie him up will you?" The 2 fairies nodded and easily walked over to him.

Gilb was a unique sprite. His looks called him a sluggish, lazy, and yet handsome fairy but he could always surprise someone to be a tricky and fast bugger. The man had found Gilb in a dumpster moaning to his mother a few years ago. Apparently, he had lost multiple times in a… gambling-related game and he had never paid back. Of course, the gang at the bar chased him down and after they had completely wrecked his apartment, they took all his money and left him empty-handed in the dumpster. The man took him in and shared the profits and Gilb became his most loyal employer, now a trained assassin.

Scant, a stocky dwarf, was just the same – well, maybe not that bad of a past. Unlike his brother dwarfs, Scant was actually built with the likeness of a brute metal man. Despite his shortness, he had the strength of any other professional bodyguard and the talents of all dwarfs. The man had hired him at first just for a single job, but when Scant found out that Gilb worked for him too, the man discovered that the 2 were old friends. Since then, Scant was the official metal man and bodyguard for them.

Though Aidan Corp gave his all to move, his body was still too weak. In a couple of seconds, the 2 fairies caught up to him, held him firmly by the arms, and dragged him back to his original spot. They brought an old, wooden chair over and tied him up with a rope, finishing with a special knot taught to them by the man.

"Good," said the man, "now, how should I torture you? What devices should I use?" The major kept a fierce face up but inside, his heart was terrified. "Should I just simply beat you up repetitively? Should I flog you? Maybe I should insert a spider inside your stomach; and not any spider… a Tunnel Blue."

The major's eyes opened slightly and his hands worked quietly to untangle the knot but with no success. The dwarf spotted the elf's hands and chuckled softly saying, "You won't be able to get out of that knot. No one can with just their bare hands."

But I have more than my hands, thought the major, I have my mind – something you can't reach into… yet. Corp closed his eyes and began to plot an escape plan. His chances were grim, he knew it, but he wouldn't give up. He couldn't just give in to the pressure and let loose all the secrets of his squad.

The man watched him closely for a moment and finally spoke, "I wonder… do you really think you can escape alive without obeying us? But no matter, no matter, go ahead and save your energy for now. You'll need it, because I have just decided to bring in the Tunnel Blue."

Corp felt a pang of panic rising up, but he kept himself calm. Eyes still closed, he could hear the vibrating footsteps of the man returning with a cage – the cage of a Tunnel Blue. Pang! Swroom! He could hear the spider swiping viciously into the air. "Now," the man said, "tell me, why is the LEP following me? What crime have I committed that they send a whole squad of LEPrecon after me? After all, I'm just a common criminal."

No, you aren't, thought the major, you are more than that. You know it, but you don't know that we know it. Aidan Corp stoically held his gaze as he opened his eyes, and with a new feeling of honor and duty to the People, said, "You will not break me."

The man sighed and said, "Oh well, you are just another fairy to dispose of. I can wait for another fool to come follow me and I will interrogate him. Gilb, you know what to do." The sprite nodded and took the cage in hand. This is it, thought Corp, at least I die honorably. The dwarf stuck his hand in Corp's mouth and crammed it open. In a flash the sprite jammed the cage through his mouth between Corp's teeth and flipped open the cage door. The silvery blue spider was down the elf's gullet in a quick blur. The sprite tossed the cage away.

"Now major," the man said in a grim tone, "You are dead."