Holy cow! I just realized I have been at this for a whole year now. Time flew faster than I realized. Thank you guys for the support and encouragements for getting this far. It has helped me immensely in ways words cannot tell. For all my readers that have stuck it out since day one you are great for putting up with the delays. Special shout out to drgraves129 your regular reviews were always something I looked forward to whenever I posted a chapter because you always let me know that I have done a good job for you readers. Well without further adieu I give you chapter 21 or your enjoyment.

Sool had been set up in a very nice and spacious apartment. The view of the city was well worth breaking out of prison for. Nevertheless, he expected a lot more from his host. For three days, he and the other escapees had nothing but to sit and wait for Gince.

Needless to say, his patience was wearing thin. He and his fellow escapees had been given many promises for their help in the escape but few had been delivered. Sool had doubts as to whether the situation he had put himself in had been a wise one. Only time would determine.

A ding from his door's alert tone brought his thoughts back to the now. He opened his door and before him was one of Gince's servants. She was a little taller than Sool and had long flowing blond hair.

"Good afternoon sir," she said, "Mr. Gince would like you to join him in his lab"

"Very well, lead the way" Sool said.

The servant turned and walked down the hall. As Sool followed he observed the servant with a mixture of distaste and pity. In conversations and meetings with Gince before the escape Sool had found a new hatred for humanity. The wrongs they had done to the People needed to be made right. The People had all the right to have the surface once again. But there was still apart of him that saw humans as living beings. The girl before him was so far under the mezmer that any piece of who she was, was now lost forever. She would never know what it means to be alive. The servants didn't even have name. Everyone was to just call them "servant" whenever they were addressed. And that made Sool feel pity for them.

As the pair approached the elevator he chose to bury his feelings and focus on the current matter at hand. The servant gestured to the already open doors, "Mr. Gince will be waiting for you down in his lab."

Sool stepped into the glass box without another word. The doors closed and the elevator began to descend from the high floors. The trip was unnervingly quiet. Sool remembered the elevators at LEPHQ would play at least play some dull music but these elevators were just cold and silent.

When the view of the surface transitioned to the subterranean rock it became all the more unsettling. Now Sool had never considered himself claustrophobic but being in this silent box surrounded by nothing but rock made Sool uneasy. When it slowed to a stop Sool was grateful when the doors opened.

Sool was impressed with Gince's lab. It was easily as good as the annoying centaur Foaly's. The room was exquisitely clean and organized. There were several tables each with some sort of experiment or machine. In the very back stood a large round metal pillar. Gince was seated at a 3D milling machine with his back to the elevator.

"Welcome Mr. Sool." He said without looking away from his work.

"You summoned me." Sool said.

"Yes I did," Gince replied, "But from your tone I sense you have something troubling you."

Gince was very perceptive. Sool had accidentally let his frustration bleed into his voice. But since Gince had already called it Sool chose to voice his concerns.

"It's been three days without any kind of action from you. I and the others are growing frustrated with the lack of information from you. You have made many promises that you have yet to deliver."

Gince turned to give his attention to Sool. His demeanor and look was surprisingly neutral. Sool had seen Gince's temper when questioned and wasn't inclined to face it himself.

"You're right." Gince said, "That is why I have brought you here today."

Gince stood and walked over to a computer. He typed a few keys and then motioned for Sool to come join him.

"Now one of the promises I made to you was revenge on Major Short." Gince said, "Unfortunately I must bear bad news on that."

Gince brought up some security camera footage. As Sool could tell it was a Haven shuttle port. He noticed an LEP officer walking through he would recognize anywhere. Holly Short. Just looking at a video of her made his blood boil. She had ruined him. Taken his hard-fought career and ripped it from him. He hated her more than anyone could. She walked through the port just behind her were two very noticeable figures he knew too well. Artemis Fowl and his overgrown troll of a body guard. Sool still had sore spots from when he had been crushed by the manservant.

The trio stopped when Fowl had to tie a shoe and then Gince's face appeared on all the nearby screens. There was no audio so Sool couldn't tell what was being said. Then a countdown appeared on the screen. The manservant covered Fowl and Short. When the one counted down an explosion erupted just ahead of the trio. To Sool's disappointment the three quickly recovered unscathed by the explosion.

"As you can see Major Short evaded my attempt upon her. I must admit I did not anticipate the LEP bringing the mudboy in so soon." Gince said. "But as a result I believe I must accelerate my plans. Though I have done well in covering out tracks the Short and that nosey bastard have a unique talent of interfering in the most well laid plans."

"So what's the grand plan?"

Gince smiled and led Sool over to the metal pillar.

"When we first met I told you I could return the People to the surface. Do you remember what you said?" Gince asked rhetorically, "You said 'me and what army'. Well Mr. Sool, this army"

Gince pressed a button and the metal pillar retracted and revealed a hollow glass tube filled with a clear liquid. Inside floated a sedated creature with think grey armor like scales and horns.

"Demons" Sool spoke.

"I do owe Major Short and that insufferable mudboy one thing. They provided the perfect army for our assentation"

Sool circled the tank. Demons truly were the warrior class of the People. The specimen in the tube was impressive. He was big with strong horn. Sool noticed a metal piece surgically implanted in the base of the Demon's skull.

"What's that?" he asked.

"That little devise is what makes the whole machine run smoothly. It's a neural implant that makes our soldier here and all of his comrades and unstoppable army."

"How exactly does it do that?"

"It sends pulses into the brain to stimulate the adrenal gland making them stronger and faster. It also transmits a radio signal to make them completely uniform and controllable."

Sool smiled, "If we have the numbers, I think your plan could work"

Gince smiled as well, "Oh we have the numbers."