A 10 months ago . . .

"Morrigan Murphy: 15 years old, top of her class in computer programming, has quite a few misconducts and detentions on her record for hacking, has a black belt in jujitsu, grew up in Brooklyn, New York in America then moved to Texas when she was 10, knows how to ride horses-"

"I don't need her life story, just tell me if she has the necessary skills!" Opal Koboi snapped to her henchman, who was reading off one of the candidates for Opal's mission.

"Uhh computer programming. . . black belt, (I already said that) . . .she also has a reputation for stealing. Not just objects of wealth but people too, there's quite a few complaints from some girls about her ''stealing their boyfriends'' or ''crushes''. Whatever that means." The elvish henchman looked to his superior for her reaction. He crossed his fingers behind his back for good luck, Opal had been in a bad mood lately.

"She's perfect."

The elf let out a sigh of relief.

"I want that mudchild here by tomorrow, ready to learn." Opal ordered. As soon as the elf left she sat at the computer and stared eagerly into the face of the girl who would be her ticket into the treasured computer of her nemesis Artemis Fowl. "Soon you will be mine to do whatever I want. And Darwin will be free." She grinned maniacally. "Haven will soon enough be in my hands."

The next day, the American mudwoman was brought into Opal's secret hideout. The mask was taken off her face and she screamed.

"Silence, SILENCE!" Opal exclaimed.

Morrigan quieted, she stared at the small woman in a fearful confusion. "Where am I?"

"Underground. And that's all you need to know." Opal answered.

"Who -and what -are you? What do you want from me?" Morrigan held back the tears of fear from welling in her eyes.

"I just need you to do every single thing that I say." Opal smiled, the insanity showed in her eyes. "If you cooperate, then you won't get hurt. If you don't cooperate. . . well, let's just say there'll be hell to pay."

Morrigan gulped, "My family will know I'm missing, everybody will be looking for me."

"That's not even an issue, seeing as no one could ever find you in a million years. Be thankful, because of that I didn't even bother mindwiping your family and friends so they won't remember who you are." Opal sat in her throne, specifically tailored to her specifications. "Now, are you going to cooperate?"

4 days ago. . . .

"Again, what is your mission objective?"

Morrigan lifted her head up, with a blank face she repeated what her master had taught her for the last 10 months that she'd been held in there, "Find Artemis Fowl, win him over, steal the files, kill him."

Opal Koboi smiled, "Good." She turned to an elf with a white lab coat and her seal pinned on the lapel, "Do the memory wipe, but be sure to keep the necessary knowledge there. Keep her out until we reach our destination." She ordered.

"But I did what you wanted! Why are you doing this?" Morrigan grew anxious, she thrashed in the straightjacket that bound her to the cold, metal chair. The little elf carefully went up to her and touched her temples, keeping the mudchild still.

Morrigan's vision began to blur as she heard Opal say, "This is exactly what I want. It's a part of you mission objective. Don't disappoint me, or there'll be hell to pay." Malice filled her voice with the threat.

Mori's eyes rolled back into her head and she went unconscious.

"Butler, stop looking around so much. It looks suspicious." Artemis told him, he looked calm on the outside but his voice was as stern as ever. They were sitting in a little cafe in a small town just outside of Dublin, enjoying a small blueberry cheesecake with tea in celebration of a recently closed deal on buying out an entire chain of hotels.

"Better safe than sorry, Artemis." Butler answered, unceasing of his search for anything out of the ordinary.

"Well, you may cease your worrying. I've finished." Artemis patted his mouth with a napkin for any crumbs and stood up to go. Butler stood up as well and the two old friends made their way to the very expensive black charger. Butler opened the door for Artemis, just as he was about to step in he saw something out of the ordinary. "Butler. .?"

The tall man looked to where Artemis was looking and saw something out of the ordinary as well.

"Excuse me?" A young girl approached them, her red hair was tangled and there were bruises on her face, her lips were chapped. "I- I need to tell you something."

Butler stepped in front of Artemis, protecting him but gently asked the girl, "Tell him what?"

"Opal. Umm, Opal says. .. " She panted a little, the floor beneath her feet felt unsteady, "Opal says hi." Losing her balance, the girl's knees collapsed. She leaned on the hood of the car for support.

Butler went to her side and held her up. "Opal? Opal Koboi?"

"She says. . hi." She repeated. She leaned on Butler for support, dehydrated and feverish.

Artemis moved to Butler and the strange girl hanging in his arms, examining her. "Come on Butler, put her in the back." He went back to the back door of the car and waited for Butler

"Are you sure Artemis? If she's with Koboi, she could be a danger." Butler pointed out.

"But if she is with Koboi we should find out why she came up to us directly and find out whatever Opal's planning." Artemis answered.

"If you're sure. . . "

"I'm sure, put her in the back." Artemis answered firmly. "I'll sit in the front then."

Butler laid the dizzy girl down in the backseat of the car. "Oh no, someone can easily shoot you in the front, you're sitting back there with her." He ordered, which was a change.

Artemis sat in the back reluctantly, feeling uncomfortable with the close proximity to the girl.

She looked up at him, still in a dehydrated daze, "Where am I?"

"You're in Dublin." He answered.

"Dublin? Where's that?"

". . Ireland." Artemis began to question her sanity.

"I want to go home." She said quietly, she moved closer to Artemis and rested her head on his lap.

Artemis froze, "Umm. . . " He looked to Butler for help, who just raised his eyebrows and shrugged. Deal with it He mouthed. Artemis looked back to the strange girl in his lap, who was now sleeping. Awkwardly he kept his hands raised slightly for the rest of the ride so he wouldn't touch her. By the time they got back to the house, his biceps were pathetically tired.

"Grow up Artemis, she doesn't have cooties." Butler scolded him as he picked the girl up off of his lap.

"Of course she doesn't have cooties, that's ridiculous." Artemis muttered. He followed Butler into the house and shut the door behind him.