Myles and Beckett were near asleep; Artemis was teaching them how to read in Russian.
"Artemis, why do we have to learn this?" Myles asked.
"Well, it's good for you to know these things." Artemis replied calmly.
Artemis actually wanted to teach them Gnomish, but Foaly's technology (I don't know how they would do this; it's just interesting) might pick that up. And he didn't want another Bio-bomb on the house, either.
"Artemis simple-toon!" said Beckett.
"No, I am not a simpleton. I am simply trying-" Artemis couldn't finish his statement because over the speaker came the voice of a known associate-well, I say associate, but more like an associate for the other side- that we all know and hate.
" Well, well, well! I hope I didn't intrude on whatever you were doing. I just wanted to say-" Opal was cut off by Artemis.
"I don't care what you have to say, Opal. Just leave my family, the fairies, and me alone. We don't have to be enemies." (too late for that)
"What are you proposing, Mud Boy? A partnership?" Opal questioned.
"Yes, as long as the LEP don't know, we could work together. I can set up false decoys to trick Foaly. By the time he realizes that they are set ups, we will be out of sight and instoppable!" Artemis said, hearing a small thud upstairs.
"Hmm, a proposition to work with Artemis Fowl, and not against him? I'll take it! Consider us partners! Now, I was about to hire a dwarf to help with this little project…"
----------2 long hours (for the twins) later--------
Opal had finally left, and Artemis and the twins were left alone. It had gone to plan! Well, of course it did, since Artemis's schemes were always right. Poor Opal, if only she knew…
The door opened behind Artemis as his mother and father came into the house from a play at a theater. "Arty! Arty! Are you home? We are sorry we are late, Timmy and I were held up at the theater. We are so glad to see you home from St. Bartelby's!" Mrs. Fowl talked on and on and on about how much they missed little Arty.
"Mother, I am fine." He hugged his mother and father.
"How long have you been home dear? Oh, I hope Myles and Beckett haven't been bothering you."
"Oh they were fine. I taught them a little Russian too." (Yeah right; like they would listen to him)
"Well, it's good to see you home son. Butler seems a little worried about his duties to protect you when you are at that school. At least for this weekend he will feel at ease." Artemis Senior said.
After Mrs. and Mr. Fowl were busy playing with the twins, Artemis headed upstairs. And what he found...
