Heres chapter one guys, enjoy and review. I don't own Artemis Fowl, yada yada yada.

Chapter One: Heist

Madrid, Spain, 2015 (or 3 years post 12)

Most 17 year old boys spend their time playing video games or chasing after girls. Most 17 year olds don't have a multi billion dollar technology empire, or a multimillion dollar environmentalist corporation. Artemis Fowl is not most 17 year olds. After his father's return, the Fowl finances had plateaued at a healthy 50 million a year, but the Kobio chip disaster of 2012 had all but eliminated the worlds technology, and Artemis had stepped in. The new Fowl enterprises had spread like wildfire, moving from Ireland to mainland europe almost faster than the fairy support specialists could pump out the tech.

The fairies and Artemis has organised the largest, and only, joint operation in the Peoples history, Fowl Enterprises had a monopoly on technology, and Artemis wasn't about to repeat the mistakes of the old world. All of his tech was biodegradable, and his infrastructure was clean and efficient. He got permission to sell obsolete fairy energy technology, and placed the patent for clean fusion and high efficient solar energy on the creative commons. Within two years the world had gone from stone age to space age, and temperatures were no longer rising. Artemis handed the company over to Artemis Fowl Sr, staying on as a consultant of course, and focused on what Fowls do best. Appropriating items of value that may not necessarily belong to them.

It was one of his devious schemes that resulted in him waiting outside the new national bank of Spain in Madrid, attempting to remain somewhat inconspicuous despite being one of the most well known faces of the new world. The giant eurasian bodyguard probably didn't help.

Butler was in a bad mood. Artemis has once again insisted on making his job as difficult as possible. He squinted in the bright sunshine,and put on his sunglasses, checking the rooftops for snipers. Artemis had even managed to make that difficult, with a few buildings utilising rooftop gardens that provided any hidden adversaries with cover. Butler switched to thermal, sweeping both sides of the street. A few birds, a cat, and little else. A heat signature in the corner of his eye caught his attention, someone behind a tree on the roof across the street. He placed a hand on his Sig Sauer and magnified the rooftop. Just a couple of teenagers, he sighed quietly and lowered his hand, looking over at Artemis.

The young man was much more at ease in the noisy street than he would have been a few years back, his forced interaction with people, a side effect of his fame, had done away with much of his, as Holly had put it, dickish, behaviour. He was no longer accidentally, that being the key word here, abrasive or cold with people. Though he still liked to maintain his reputation as an intellectual mastermind. At the moment he was signing an autograph for the waitress of a neighbouring cafe. So I guess inconspicuous is out the window.

The bank door opened and a Spanish banker flanked by bodyguards stepped out into the street. Artemis bounded up the short flight of steps and shook his hand warmly, as Butler followed him up the bodyguards took an involuntary step backwards, as did the banker. Artemis scowled at him. The banker recovered and ushered the pair into the building, large double doors opening to reveal a tastefully furnished lobby with marble flooring and intricate detail. A bright golden chandelier hung from the ceiling. They approached the round marble counter and Butler smiled at the receptionist, putting the banker a little more at ease. The receptionist looked up and tugged at her jade earring.

"What can I do for you sir?" Juliet asked, looking at Artemis.
"I'd like to make a transfer to an offshore account." Artemis replied.
"Of course sir, step right this way." She gestured down a passage to the right of the desk. Juliet waited until the group was out of sight before standing up and casually headed towards the chief security room.

Artemis' plan was relatively uncomplicated. Juliet had been installed in the bank ahead of time, and from within she had fed Artemis information about how the bank operated. His plan revolved around the banks reliance on wireless transfer. When they had entered she had activated the signal jammer within her earring, flooding the banks wireless network with phantom requests, many of these requests were repeats of previous transfers, in order to prevent collateral damage to the other customers of the bank. Artemis has changed a lot. Once the transfer Artemis would attempt had failed he would be brought to the vault to make a physical transfer. Once inside he would simply use his phone to search for the painting and smuggle it out using the banks own delivery service. Easy, the last two paintings he had stolen had required much more finesse.

In the transfer room the banker timidly approached Artemis and his bodyguard. "Um, sir. It appears that the transfer is impossible at this time." he swallowed "if you would like to use a physical withdrawal you'll need to make an appointment and-" he cut off as Butler took a step forward, his massive feet thudding on carpet.
"But you've so kindly explained the situation to the manager and he's agreed to make an exception. Right?" said Artemis coldly. Maybe he hasn't changed so much after all. The banker squeaked as Butler turned his cool stare on him.
"Of course s-sir, right th-this way."

He led them down yet another well furnished corridor, frantically whispering to the manager on his phone. Artemis smiled to himself. The banker led them through the bank and into a concrete carpark washed out by harsh artificial light. A massive steel vault door was opposite them, with the intervening space taken up by trucks, crates and more security cameras than Fowl Manor itself. The noise of all the trucks was echoing in the confined space. He looked up and saw that area was covered a a concrete roof held up by pillars two metres thick. From the outside this area was a massive raised park. Artemis was led over to a waiting open topped truck, and it joined the queue of vehicles moving in and out of the vault. The door, which had first appeared shut, was actually hinged open enough to allow two of the trucks to pass through side by side. As they passed through the vault door he looked up into the darkness the pervaded the inside of the vault, even though he knew that the building couldn't be more than thirty metres at the most it seemed to go on forever.

The truck traveled through the vault for only a short way, before turning to the right. Artemis couldn't see anything beyond the truck. A set of red lights around the trucks rim flashed on, revealing a row of lockboxes extending as far as the light revealed. "To make things harder for potential thieves" the banker explained "is the reason for the low light. This place is virtually impossible to navigate without a bank escort." Artemis walked over to the boxes. The banker and guards turned away, allowing him to open his own box. The bank didn't have the exact box of it's customers. Instead, each customer was assigned a group of five boxes and the client could pick which one. This all served to increase security. Many clients used multiple boxes in their set. Artemis pulled out his phone and set up a background scan for the kind of old paint he was looking for. In the meantime he punched in his 50 digit passcode and opened up the box. He slowly began to count off euro bills, making sure to keep one eye on his phone.

The phone was installed with a set of blueprints Artemis had designed himself, using a combination of Juliets information, guesswork, and the fact that Fowl Enterprises had devised the block boxes system used by the bank. Bingo, a match, and only 200 metres to the north. Artemis motioned to Butler and sent him the file. Butler had to get past the guards, who, while forbidden from observing the clients, would certainly notice him leaving. He activated a fairy moonbelt and kicked off from the floor, quickly rising over the lockboxes and into the murky darkness. The standard moonbelt reduced the weight of anything attached to it to one sixth of earth's norm. This modified version reduced it to one twelfth. When Butler put his fingers together and used his hands like wings, he could essentially glide.

Like a child pretending to be a bird he glided over the rows of boxes, using the low light filter on his sunglasses. I must look ridiculous. He landed right next to the box the painting was stored in, activating Artemis' codebuster program and sweeping the area for guards, there were no cameras, part of the block boxes setup. The word UNLOCKED flashed on the phones screen and Butler pulled open the box. Taking the rolled up canvas tube after checking for traps. He placed the tube carefully in his suit jacket, in a specially sewn pocket. One of the benefits of being so big is that smuggling things becomes much easier. He placed the fake painting, a picture of a black and white striped burglar making off with a square garbage bag, in the box and locked it. Pushing off with his feet again.

Artemis finished locking his own box as Butler landed beside him, deactivating the belt. The pair turned and headed back to the guards, piling into the truck while maintaining an unfeeling mask. The plan was successful, he had the painting and soon he could focus on the El Dorado. He smiled at the thought of his pet project. He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of the guards talking to one another in the front. They were both looking at one of the guards cellphones. Artemis used another program to see what they were viewing. It was camera footage of Butler landing in front of the other box. He heard one of the guards whisper "How did he float like that?" Not so honest after all, no cameras, what a load of sprite droppings.

He angled his phone at Butler and wrote on the screen, PREP THE EMP. Butler nodded. He leaned forward and tapped the guards on the shoulder. They turned, startled and he cracked their heads together. He speed dialed Juliet and she answered before the first ring had run down.
"Plan B?" she asked.
"Yes" he replied. He had administered and mild amnesiac to the guards and similarly incapacitated banker before turning the truck towards the delivery entrance. The entrance was just as thick and imposing as the vault door they had just passed through. "Open the door Juliet" he said quietly. "Then get to the delivery entrance."
"Roger" she reached over the unconscious security room staff and tapped on the keyboard. Butler pulled the truck up outside the door and jumped out.

Next to the slowly opening door there was another security tower about ten metres tall. He sprinted up some metal stairs, breathing heavily. A guard exited the room just as the electromagnetic pulse shut down all the electronics in the bank. "What the he-" he started to say before Butlers elbow smashed into his gut. Butler straightened his tie as five more guards charged out of the door, slowing slightly as they caught sight of him. Butler stepped forward, suddenly conscious of his wildly pounding heart and ragged breath. Somethings wrong.

The guards couldn't believe their luck when the giant man keeled over as they reached him. One slapped some cuffs on the unconscious man's wrists. He called out to his colleagues to secure the area when a jade ring hit him hard in the back of the head. Knocking him out.

Juliet stepped over the man and checked her brothers pulse, it seemed weak. She propped him up against the side of the building and he stirred in his sleep. She patted him on the shoulder and started down the stairs. A guard turned to her as she reached the bottom and she slammed him into the concrete floor, before twirling and catching his comrade between the eyes with a jade ring tied to her ponytail. She dropped to more guards as Artemis walked over. "Help me lift him" Juliet shouted jogging back up the stairs. Artemis' complaints died as soon as he saw Butler, unconscious and gasping for breath in his sleep. The pair carried him down the stairs and to the truck, with Juliet carrying most of the weight.

"What happened to him?" Artemis asked as Juliet pulled the truck smoothly out onto a, thankfully empty, private road.
"Dunno, but it doesn't look good" Juliet replied, checking the mirrors for pursuing vehicles. Artemis examined his friends sleeping face. His breath had returned to normal at least. He immediately noticed something horrible.
"We have a problem" he started.
"It can wait till we are in the clear Artemis" she interrupted.
"Very well" he said. Pray he has that long, he thought but didn't say, Juliet would find out soon enough. Butlers face, where it had been relatively smooth and unlined. Was now covered in small wrinkles. In the span of a day he seemed to have aged half a decade, not that Artemis could be sure how old he was.

Thats all for chapter one, let me know how I can improve and be sure to review. Bai bai!