Reaper looked around at his surroundings, where was he? This place didn't seem familiar, yet at the same time he felt like he had seen it before. He was in a thick forest, the trees were dark and there was a river flowing in the distance. The place was calm, yet at the same time foreboding. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread he had. He sighed, deciding that he might as well try to find his way out of this. He walked forward, he kept walking forward but he didn't find anything, in fact he almost felt like he was going in circles. He walked for who knows how long when he stopped, hearing voices. He reached for his pistols but nothing was there. He crouched down low and began slowly making his way towards the source. While crawling he noticed the voices getting louder but it was only until he reached a clearing that he actually understood them. He looked up, there was a small mound surrounded by the river and on top of it was two people. One of them, a tall man in camouflage, was cradling a young woman with beautiful black hair in similar attire in his arms, a small trail of blood led up to the two. "Let me ask you something," he heard the woman ask. Even though he was pretty far away he heard the two as clear as day. Reaper was about to get up and try to talk to them but he felt something pulling on his back, dragging him away.

Reaper opened his eyes with a gasp, sitting up even though he had no reason why. He looked around again, this time he was in the base; his trench coat was folded up on the ground almost like a pillow. He sighed, placing his hand over his mask. "What's wrong Reaper?" he heard Wraith's familiar voice. He looked up to see him cleaning his M-16.

Reaper shook his head, "Nothing, just a dream." He stood up, stretching his back, it wasn't his best idea to sleep on the floor but that was done with. "Where's Foaly?" He asked, looking around and not seeing the centaur anywhere.

"He left after you fell asleep," Wraith said, putting his gun on a holster on his back. "Along with Holly and Commander Kelp. By the way Kelp looked more angry then usually, care to explain that?"

Reaper shrugged, "Same old same old, except this time our antics had an LEP officer involved."

Wraith nodded, "Ah, so since one of them was involved he actually cared if she got hurt. You know what? This situation has gotten entirely too familiar with us."

"While that may be true, Wraith, I wouldn't give this job up for the world."

"And why not, dare I ask?"

"It's a great way to blow off steam," Reaper replied, laughing.

Wraith chuckled a bit, looking to the door on the left, "Foaly should be here in a matter of minutes. I contacted him a little while ago. I tried to wake you up but you were completely out of it."

Reaper stood up, picking up his trench coat and brushing it off. "Did he examine the jamming device and goblin?" He lit a cigarette and put it in the slit in his mask.

Wraith nodded, "Yeah, he did. I told him to explain when he got here so you didn't miss out on any details."

Reaper adjusted his hat; he took out the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke, "Right, just pray to god that he gives us our pay."

"I would if I bothered praying, never found the time to."

"Neither have I, my friend. If you have time to pray in this job then you're either dead or retired, either way you stop getting paid and money doesn't matter anymore. What a horrible life that must be." Reaper put the cigarette back into his mouth, he was certain Foaly would have the money; he was generally good on his word. Reaper stretched his shoulders again, he heard his back pop and he grunted a bit. "I'm going to on a walk around for a minute or two, contact me if Foaly gets here."

Wraith nodded, "Just don't get lost, I'd hate to have to send LEP officers to find you."

Reaper chuckled, putting the cigarette back into the slit in his mask, he began wandering aimlessly around the shuttle station, not much was there really but he wanted some time to think. This was one of those rare opportunities that he got to where he actually had time to himself. Usually he thought about how he was going to spend his money but this time he was thinking about the dream he had last night. For some reason he couldn't get the thought out of his mind, it seemed so far away yet so…familiar. Where had that happened? His thoughts were racing, what could the dream mean? Did it mean anything? Questions like this kept pouring into his mind; none of them had any real answers.

He was so deep in thought that he had lost track of where he was, he shook his head and looked around this new area. It seemed almost impossible, there was actually more dust here then in their usual meeting spot. He heard Wraith's voice on his mask, "Reaper," he started, "Foaly's here, come on he's got our pay and next mission."

Reaper sighed, pressing a button on the side of his mask, "Roger that Wraith, I'll be there in a minute." He spit out his cigarette, throwing it into a nearby garbage bin. Another mission would be a good distraction from his dream so it wasn't really that bad. He turned his back on the room he was in and went back to Wraith and Foaly.

When he got back he saw Foaly holding an envelope, Reaper assumed it was his pay, and the jamming device. "So good of you to join us," Foaly said, Reaper sensed a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Good to be here, Foaly." Reaper replied, Foaly handed him the envelope. "So you have our next mission ready then?" He asked, opening it to find it full of American bills.

Foaly nodded, "That's correct Reaper, we began work on questioning and examining the goblin you captured for us but the jamming device is giving us some problems."

"What kind of problems?" Reaper asked as Foaly handed him the sphere that had been the cause of so many problems.

Foaly looked down for a minute, mumbling a bit. Reaper thought he heard, "…Can't get past the security protocols…"

Obviously Wraith heard this as well, asking, "Did you try smashing it with a hammer?"

The glare Foaly gave the two of them was so cold and unforgiving that they almost stepped back. Evidently this was a sensitive subject for Foaly and Reaper decided it was best not to pursue the subject. "Okay, so what's our next job?" He quickly asked before anything else went wrong.

"You're going to Fowl Manor," Foaly answered, he still seemed a little angry at Wraith. "I want you to take this to Artemis Fowl II and see if he can't crack the codes. I'll send notification to him so they don't assume you're assassins or something like that."

Reaper cocked his head to the side, "Wait, isn't that usually work for LEP officers or something? I thought we didn't do deliveries."

"You wouldn't be doing this if we didn't have a large sum of our officers cleaning up the mess you made with that helicopter."

Reaper nodded, "Point taken, so how exactly will we be getting to Ireland then? Will we be going by plane, boat, or what?"

It was then that Foaly smiled, which disturbed Reaper. Normally when Foaly smiled at them it meant bad things were going to happen to them that he particularly enjoyed, after a few seconds Foaly said, "You'll be taking a pod down to the shuttle station, and from there you'll be going to another up to the Irish countryside."

Somehow the explanation of what they were about to be put through made the feeling in Reaper's gut worse. "Where exactly is this pod we're going to be taking?" he asked, nervously.

Foaly waved for them to follow, Reaper and Wraith looked at each other. Hesitantly the followed the centaur to the boarding area, seeing an egg shaped pod sitting there.

"Foaly," Wraith said, "I'm not sure about the egg."

"Unfortunately," Foaly started, "We can't have you going to an airport and causing a scene with your getup, and we don't have enough time to have you take a boat to Ireland."

"No, there's always plenty of time, I like taking my time. Taking my time is good, taking time spares me an egg related death." Wraith said, almost babbling at this point.

Reaper looked at the egg shaped pod, then looked at Foaly who was ignoring Wraith at this point, "Do I get the feeling that you're enjoying this?"

Foaly looked at him, grinning again, "What gives you that idea Reaper?"

Reaper sighed, dragging Wraith, who was still babbling, with him. "Know that if we die Foaly I'm not speaking to you again."

Foaly entered the pod, "I can live with that." He said, getting into a seat.

Reaper and Wraith looked around the inside, it wasn't exactly furnished but it looked comfortable enough, there were a few small chairs and in the front there was a pixie that looked at them with an almost fiendish face. "Foaly," Reaper asked, "who might that be?"

"That's Doodah Day," Foaly replied, "He's one of the best drivers that I've ever seen, and he'll be flying both of your pods."

Reaper wasn't reassured, he sat down in one of the chairs, his body barely fitting in it, and managed to get the buckles around his body. He watched as Wraith did the same, having even more trouble then Reaper. The next thing they heard was the roar of the engines and they began their descent to the underground.