a/n: hello everyone, I just heard that a kid is reading my fanfic. Kid, wherever you are, please stop. This fanfic is T for a reason, and T means teen! I always check that my sister isn't reading anything too inappropriate either, so please, kid, stop reading this! Enjoy anyway and I'm sorry, this is short but I'm suffering from writers block. No flames thanks, I'm new, but please, feel free to review!
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Holly and Artemis walked swiftly, hand in hand, down the corridor to Foaly's OPS booth, which was stuffed to the brim with LEP officials, Council members, Mulch, Trouble and Foaly himself, where Artemis was holding a briefing for the troops. They turned into the OPS booth, and Artemis addressed the crowd.
"Hello all. I am sure you are all a bit curious about my plan, and all will be revealed soon. May I please speak separately to the Majors, captains, Foaly and the Commander?" The requested people stepped forwards, and the others shuffled out. The pneumatic doors hissed shut, and locked behind them. He turned to the remaining two dozen. "Captains, Majors, Commander, Foaly." He nodded to each in turn. "Please listen closely. When you and your units board the shuttles, please head straight for the surface. Once you reach the surface, a shielded chute has been set up between the shuttleports and outer space. Please proceed as quickly as possible to 800km up, and spread out, covering as much room as possible. I then require you to activate your ion shields, and shoot them above you. They should spread out, and create an impenetrable barrier between you and the oncoming aliens. Remember to continually be vigilant. It's time to save the world." He finished with a flourish, and smiled his trademark vampire grin at the surrounding fairies.
"Just one question, mud boy." The commander, this time. "How long are we to stay up there?"
"As long as I deem necessary." Artemis answered.
"Right, of course." Blustered Trouble. "Move out!" He yelled to his troops, and they filed out of the OPS, and down to the shuttleport to the surface, where the assorted squads moved into position to board the shuttles. Holly herself was in command of Squad One, who would be above Ireland. This was, of course against Artemis' wishes, she had insisted. "Arty, you said all the captains and their squads, and I am a captain!" She had threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't let her, so he gave in.
"I will worry about you, though." He said, but let her go, even though it was with some trepidation.
Holly had felt warm inside when he told her this. He was worrying about her!
