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Song for this chappie: Fix You (Coldplay) Honestly, Idk why for this song...It just stood out to me.

Chapter 4:

"Will you miss him, Holly?"

"Miss who?"

"The Fowl boy, of course. If everything goes according to plan, we'll be wiped from his memory. No more wild plots or seat-of-the-pants adventures. It'll be a quiet life."

"No. I will not miss him."

Holly gasped as she sat up straight, her chest heaving as she panted. Just a dream. She thought. Just a dream…

But it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory. A conversation between her and Foaly, when she had contacted him during the last one of her Fowl Missions. The Spiro Needle, where the boy was taken hostage on purpose to get his C-Cube back.

She was horrible. Absolutely horrible. To think of that about Artemis. He would be dead, not three years later. And there she was before, acting like she didn't give a damn about him.

Holly had heard once that in human funerals, the visitors dressed up and wore only black. This seemed strange to Holly, since at the Recycling Ceremonies in Haven fairies wore earthy colors: green and brown mostly.

So, as she boarded her Hot Shot to the surface, the elf wore a plain black pantsuit instead of her LEP Uniform. After all, before she hit Butler with the blast from the Memory Flute, she would have to blend in with the others.

In less than an hour, she was at the gates of Fowl Manor. A number of cars flooded the driveway, as well as the streets. Most likely business associates of the Fowls. Holly mused as she started up to the house.

The funeral was in the garden around the back of the Manor, beautifully decorated with elegant and colorful flowers. Holly almost had to roll her eyes. She had previously imagined he would be surrounded by computers, or even gold. Anything that Artemis loved would surround the casket for memory purposes. Definitely not flowers, nor anything else that was considered "outdoorsy."

It seemed as though the eulogy and service was already over, from what Holly knew about Mud Man funerals. The attendees were all leaving the seats that were set on the crisp, green lawn to say some words to Mr. and Mrs. Fowl. Angeline couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face as she looked at Artemis' dark, wooden casket, while Artemis Sr. tried to hide his emotions behind a very concentrated frown.

The elf realized that she was right to wear the professional black pantsuit, as almost everyone else was sporting something like it. She blended right in with everyone else, or so she thought.

Juliet was not casing the place like her older brother was. Instead, she was standing by the Fowl's side, protecting them, but mainly comforting Angeline.

Any good and well-trained bodyguard knew any guest list forwards and backwards. In this case, the logbook in which people signed in and out of. After a quick headcount, Butler found that there were 49 people in the garden…But only 48 had signed in.

At a normal funeral, perhaps this would go unnoticed, blaming it on human error. That someone had just forgotten to sign their name in the book. However, this wasn't a normal funeral or family. This was the Fowl Family. A family that was known to have many enemies. Butler already found fault in himself for Artemis' death, and he needn't screw up any more. The bodyguard scoffed while he canvassed the area for an unfamiliar face. As if he could screw up any more than killing his charge.

There. A young woman. Probably only a little older than Juliet. She stood at the back, surveying her surroundings. Shoulder-length, flaming red hair made it easy to pick her out of the crowd. The fact that she also looked extremely uneasy was not helping her case either.

Inconspicuously, he locked eyes with his sister and nodded. Juliet knew the drill and took over watching the entire scenario. Holly was just about to say a word to Artemis' parents when a large hand grabbed her shoulder and stilled her, the other pressing a gun into her back. Given the fact that Holly had a clear view of Juliet by the casket, she knew exactly who had taken hold of her.

"I do not wish to cause a scene," Butler whispered into her ear. "Walk straight to the Manor doors directly on your right. Do not say a word, and act natural."

Holly did as she was told. Hell, it wasn't as though she could argue with Butler's Sig trained at her back.

The door that the manservant led her through was the back entrance to the kitchen. Holly kept quiet, like Butler said, but her fingers twitched to reach into her pocket and grab the Memory Flute. However, the elf in disguise knew that one move that was uncalled for could prove to be disastrous.

Butler, keeping his Sig Sauer trained on her, pulled a stool from the island and gestured towards it. "Sit down." He ordered.

Holly nodded silently and inched towards the seat, hands slightly raised. This is ridiculous. She thought. However, she was the intruder, not the friend in this case.

"Name?" Butler questioned, his tone gruff and ice-cold as he circled the stool in the middle of the kitchen.

Holly looked down to her hands on her lap. Even with her new, long, human legs, they still didn't reach the floor. "Holly Short."

Butler continued his intimidating circles around her seat. "Are you armed, Miss Short?"

"No." Holly replied immediately. It was true, she did not have a piece of LEP registered equipment or weaponry on her. Everything she had were Foaly's prototypes, which meant that they were not logged to be tracked. The Council had no physical proof of where she was. Although, they were not simple-minded. The group most likely figured out where their Recon Captain was by now.

"And, you do realize what will happen if I find even a pocket knife on you?" More intimidation from the big man.

"Yes."

"Tell me."

Holly swallowed, still trying to stow her twitching fingers. "You will shoot me, without question."

Butler nodded, "Good. Glad to know that we are both on the same page. Now, what are you doing here?"

"I…" Holly licked her suddenly dry lips. "I wanted to see Artemis."

The bodyguard tilted his head to the right slightly and narrowed his eyes. "You knew Master Fowl?"

Holly internally rolled her eyes. This conversation was going to be very redundant unless she used the instrument she had soon. She had to distract Butler's attention...Or attract it even more. "Wait." She looked guiltily to the ground for show. "I do have something in my pocket."

The touch of cold steel against her temple and the sound of a gun being cocked made Holly gulp audibly. "Take it out." Butler growled lowly, "Slowly."

She dipped her hand into the pocket of her slacks, bringing forth the Memory Flute. Butler scrunched his eyebrows at the object. It seemed to be a miniature flashlight. Before the bodyguard could take it from her hand, however, Holly quickly pressed the button on it. A bright white light flashed through the room, one that made even Butler stagger back. No matter what the shock or the pain was, he did not let go of his weapon. A true bodyguard never let go of his weapon, no matter what happened.

Butler rubbed his eyes with the heel of his spare hand, trying to get rid of the white spots that danced in front of him. "What the hell…" He muttered, looking up. His eyes widened at the familiar face. "Holly?"

She smiled over her shoulder at him. "Hey, Butler."

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