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Fowl Lear, 8000 Ft. Above the Atlantic Ocean

It was a very cool morning above the Atlantic Ocean.

Artemis decided to fly. After the incident, he did get his pilot's license after all.

However, Butler still didn't entrust Artemis completely and had decided to monitor him in the co-pilot seat.

"Are you fine with flying the Lear?"

"Yes Butler, I am fully capable of flying a plane."

The bathroom door opened. Minerva walked out, and took a seat near the back.

"Does your Lear have Internet?" she asked.

"Of course."

Minerva pulled out a laptop and started typing. Probably trying to rewrite her destroyed notes.

Artemis returned to the controls and received an incoming message on his dashboard computer. It said "Everything going fine? - Holly."

Artemis quickly sent a reply telling her everything was going fine.

Afterwards, he took a look at the GPS. They had at least 8 hours before reaching the coastline, where they would have to refuel. Afterwards, it would be another 4-5 hours before they reached LA. Then they would have to go to Chicago. Probably at least 16 hours.

Suddenly, Artemis's iPhone vibrated. He took it out and answered.

It was a text message. Without any number. It said, "Turn on your television." Artemis told Butler to turn it on. For a few seconds, there was nothing. Then, it flashed to life.

For those few seconds, time stopped for Artemis. On the screen, was Jon Spiro.

"So Arty, still alive after all this time?"

Artemis hated it when anyone that was not his mother called him that.

Artemis did not reply. He was furiously typing on his computer. "Jon Spiro is back. Possibly working with Opals."

He tried to send it but his computer suddenly lost connection

"Trying to call for your invisible friends?" Spiro chuckled.

"Who the hell is he?" Minerva asked, looking up from her screen.

"Dear little girl, I believe we haven't met. But it's too late. Artemis, why don't you take a look on you radar?"

Artemis looked. There were two incoming targets 10 kilometers off, heading in his direction. He called up the rear view camera. Hardly visible, but clear to Artemis, there were two missiles all right. Fairy design. And of course, closing in fast.

"Have fun Arty, I have business to attend to."

The connection closed. Artemis acted fast.

"Butler, grab a bag of important things. Minerva, get everything you need and the parachutes in the back. This plane is going down."

"Wha-? But we're over open ocean! Can't you lose them?" Minerva exclaimed.

"Not without fairy armament. Look out the window."

Indeed, outside the window was an island. It probably was man-made. Or fairy-made. And a trail of smoke leading straight from it. The missiles were close. 4 kilometers.

Minerva was pale.

"But.... That's a long way down..... Wha-"

Unfortunately, it just so happened that Minerva was afraid of heights.

"Shut up Minerva. Do you want to stay here and get blown into tiny bits, or live?"

Although the answer was clear, she still didn't move, so Artemis strapped a parachute pack onto her, shoved a bag into her hands, opened the emergency escape, and shoved her out the door. Even with the roar of the engines, Butler and Artemis could hear her a quite audible scream. Butler and Artemis jumped out, and not a moment too soon. The missiles found their mark and the plane exploded. Bits and pieces of debris flew everywhere, barely missing the three.

"There's another plane gone," Artemis groaned. "First the Cessna, now the Lear. Mother is going to kill me. Next time I'm taking a ship."

"How about a plane that's armed?" Butler suggested

"I don't need a license for that do I?"

"I think so, but who says you need to do it legally?"

All 3 of them touched down, and began to swim towards the island.

* * *

Unchartered Island, Atlantic Ocean

It was a black room filled with computer screens and various devices.

The two Opals and Spiro were looking around. Two human guards armed with fairy technology guarded the door.

Suddenly the younger Opal Koboi pointed something out. It was a thermal imaging screen that scanned most of the island.

The Elder Opal Koboi looked at the screen. Just outside the perimeter, there were 3 blips. She could clearly see that the three had survived.

She glanced sharply at Jon Spiro.

"The missiles would have taken care of them. Next time, don't talk so much," she shouted. "I have been foiled enough times to know not to underestimate Fowl."

"Of course, Miss Koboi. My crew should take care of them before they get anywhere. Oh yes, and your plan for our little invisible friends in Los Angeles is ready."

"Good. Do not fail me this time or else your consequences shall be great...." she hissed.

Jon Spiro walked out. Clearly he was annoyed. But he didn't let that bother him. There was business to attend to.

* * *

Los Angeles Airport, 20 hours later

Holly glanced at her wrist computer. Either Artemis was extremely late, sleeping in late, or he was in trouble. Holly suspected something was wrong.

"Foaly, I think we have trouble."

"Head to the rendezvous point. Maybe he's already there."

The connection terminated.

"Team, we're heading to the rendezvous point."

Sorry, I decided to split up the chapter. It seemed more fitting. So what do you think? Good? Bad? Please review.