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Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl. No matter how much I dream…
There was only one more interruption; Sam had to feed.
As she was walking down a small path near Artemis's house, Sam remembered the look in Artemis's eye when she said she was thirsty.
She smirked. It was a highly amusing mix between horror and fear. Hysterical.
Sam's face grew serious as she heard a faint voice far to her left. She sniffed the air. O negative was her favorite.
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Artemis sat on his bed, Holly two yards away in his computer chair. They conversed very little in the short time Sam was gone.
When Sam returned, they walked to the shuttle Holly had taken and boarded the craft.
When she got inside Sam noticed that it was medium sized and had six seats; four in the back and two in the front. She walked over to the seat in the far left and examined it. The seat was a pale white color and as hard as a rock. They had something in common.
"Sam?" Artemis said, "Why are you staring at that seat?"
In response, she sat down, looked at him, and yawned.
Artemis furrowed his brow slightly and sat down in the seat farthest away from her. This would be a long ride.
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It, actually, was a very short ride. It was only about four hours and most of the ride, Artemis and Sam slept for it was late at night and they hadn't been given another opportunity to sleep.
Sam was awoken by Holly shaking her.
"Mmm…"
"Sam?" Holly was saying, "Sam, wake up. I need to know where Opal's lab is."
Sam opened her eyes. They were heavy with sleep. "In the south part of the Sahara desert. Like, really south."
Holly walked away, not knowing if this would be enough information. It didn't really matter. Sam was half asleep so Holly wouldn't have been able to get much more information out of her anyway.
Holly sat down in the pilot's seat. Hoping she didn't get them lost, she headed for the southernmost part of the Sahara Desert.
A/N: Sorry this was so short, but you try typing a story while your brother is screaming over your shoulder about wanting to play World of Warcraft. **Yawns** I'm tired. – Good-bye, readers. (If you read the Author's notes.) PLEASE REVIEW AND VOTE IN MY POLL! xD
