Disclaimer: I don't own the boy genius or any of his sidekicks!
Author's Note: This is *my* version of Artemis Fowl fifth book. Some of the characters I might make up.
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Chapter One: Memory
Aurum Est Potestas. Gold is Power...
Artemis gritted his teeth in frustration. He was going around in never ending circles. Who would have planted the mirrored lenses in their eyes? And why not in Mr. and Mrs. Fowl's eyes too? What were the lenses for? How did they, however *they* are, put them in? *When* did they put them in?
Who?
Why?
How?
When?
The Mafiya? KGB? The CIA? Or maybe it was the-
His thoughts were disrupted suddenly by the shrill ringing of his cell phone.
'Yes?'
'Artemis, it is me, Butler.'
'Of course it is you, who else would have my number? This is a secured line.' Artemis was irritable.
'Yes, sir... Artemis...about the lenses...' He sounded hesitant.
Finally! Though Artemis was jubilant, he fought to remain calm. Now he would know who ordered it and he would hunt them down and make them pay...dearly...
'Who was it then?'
'...Artemis...it was me...'
Artemis was incredulous. 'You?!'
'Yes, apparently I visited him the day before to order these lenses. He said he charged it to your account...'
'That is impossible! You were with me yesterday!' Artemis did a double take. 'He charged it to my account?'
'Apparently so...'
'I will check this out.'
'I have reviewed the security tapes...'
'And?'
'It certainly looks like me...'
'Transfer it over through the PowerBook I lent you and send it to me'
'I have anticipated this and have transferred the images. I'm sending it over as we speak.'
'Good man, Butler. I'll call you back.' He ended the call.
He dialed his bank number.
'Good afternoon, Mr. Fremont, I'd like to check my bank account please...yes...I will wait...'
Artemis drummed his fingers impatiently.
'Yes? Really? When was this? Ahhh.... yes yes... no...of course not...I understand perfectly...Yes...Thank you...'
The call ended.
His bank account was deducted of a seven digit number.
Resisting the urge to growl, Artemis encased this slim mouse with his long fingers and manipulated it to hover about the internet connection icon. His tapered fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed in the 8 digit password and within seconds, he was online. He clicked opened his email inbox and sure enough, nestled among the junk mails was Butler's email. He double clicked on it and waited for the page to load. When that was done, he downloaded the file which was attached. His heartbeat increased as he waited for the file transfer to complete.
He opened the file.
'Hmm... very bad quality... If what Mr. Fremont says is true, he should be able to purchase himself a new security camera...'
He frowned.
Though the images were fuzzy and in terrible black and white hues, it was unmistakable. I was Butler...at least, it certainly *looked* like him... the way he walked, moved and talked...Who was this imposter?
There was no doubt in the adolescent's mind that this was not Butler. Butler would not do this...
Would he?
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A/N: Right so what do you think? Should I continue?
Author's Note: This is *my* version of Artemis Fowl fifth book. Some of the characters I might make up.
*~*~*~*~*
Chapter One: Memory
Aurum Est Potestas. Gold is Power...
Artemis gritted his teeth in frustration. He was going around in never ending circles. Who would have planted the mirrored lenses in their eyes? And why not in Mr. and Mrs. Fowl's eyes too? What were the lenses for? How did they, however *they* are, put them in? *When* did they put them in?
Who?
Why?
How?
When?
The Mafiya? KGB? The CIA? Or maybe it was the-
His thoughts were disrupted suddenly by the shrill ringing of his cell phone.
'Yes?'
'Artemis, it is me, Butler.'
'Of course it is you, who else would have my number? This is a secured line.' Artemis was irritable.
'Yes, sir... Artemis...about the lenses...' He sounded hesitant.
Finally! Though Artemis was jubilant, he fought to remain calm. Now he would know who ordered it and he would hunt them down and make them pay...dearly...
'Who was it then?'
'...Artemis...it was me...'
Artemis was incredulous. 'You?!'
'Yes, apparently I visited him the day before to order these lenses. He said he charged it to your account...'
'That is impossible! You were with me yesterday!' Artemis did a double take. 'He charged it to my account?'
'Apparently so...'
'I will check this out.'
'I have reviewed the security tapes...'
'And?'
'It certainly looks like me...'
'Transfer it over through the PowerBook I lent you and send it to me'
'I have anticipated this and have transferred the images. I'm sending it over as we speak.'
'Good man, Butler. I'll call you back.' He ended the call.
He dialed his bank number.
'Good afternoon, Mr. Fremont, I'd like to check my bank account please...yes...I will wait...'
Artemis drummed his fingers impatiently.
'Yes? Really? When was this? Ahhh.... yes yes... no...of course not...I understand perfectly...Yes...Thank you...'
The call ended.
His bank account was deducted of a seven digit number.
Resisting the urge to growl, Artemis encased this slim mouse with his long fingers and manipulated it to hover about the internet connection icon. His tapered fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed in the 8 digit password and within seconds, he was online. He clicked opened his email inbox and sure enough, nestled among the junk mails was Butler's email. He double clicked on it and waited for the page to load. When that was done, he downloaded the file which was attached. His heartbeat increased as he waited for the file transfer to complete.
He opened the file.
'Hmm... very bad quality... If what Mr. Fremont says is true, he should be able to purchase himself a new security camera...'
He frowned.
Though the images were fuzzy and in terrible black and white hues, it was unmistakable. I was Butler...at least, it certainly *looked* like him... the way he walked, moved and talked...Who was this imposter?
There was no doubt in the adolescent's mind that this was not Butler. Butler would not do this...
Would he?
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A/N: Right so what do you think? Should I continue?