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Butler's phone continued to ring as he hopped from branch to branch avoiding the volley of bullets that riddled the tree. He leaped over the fence rolling as he landed to stop the impact from breaking his legs. He ran across the clearing moving is a squiggle to avoid being shot down. The fence around the enclosure opened and men ran out followed by the black Hummers that had run him down. Butler had about 1 mile until he could make it into the trees where he could not be followed by the trucks. He increased his pace. He sprinted across. He knew he was out of range now. He stopped long enough to turn around.

"Oh, not good!" Butler shouted. The men had taken out a shoulder rocket launcher.

-- -- -- --

Vassikin's phone rang.

"What?" he spat into the phone.

"We've lost the ape," the man on the other line said.

"WHAT?! I told you to put him in chains!" Vassikin yelled.

"We did, but this man is stronger than most men! He is a Butler!"

"I don't care!" Vassikin yelled. He quickly lowered his voice as many people looked at him. "Find him."

The man on the other line chuckled. "I think we have a better connection."

"Then kidnap that one. Am I understood? If I find out you've failed, I will kill you personally."

"I understand."

"Then move!"

-- -- -- --

Juliet was attempting to cross the river on a ferry, but the man would not listen. He was speaking Italian, and Juliet only spoke a little of that.

"Lasciarme attraversa, per favore. Esso l'urgenza," Juliet said pleadingly. If the man did not understand what she was saying, he would understand her tone of voice.

"Lei parla l'italiano orribile," the man replied.

"What? I mean, Non capisco," Juliet said.

"You speak bad Italian. Pay me and I let you ride! Hurry!" the man said in English.

"Thank you," she said as she handed him the proper money.
"Oh, you're quite welcome," said the man with an American accent now.

Juliet's eyes narrowed as she lifted her fists into the proper fighting stance. The man picked up a metal barge and smiled as he heaved it into her head.

-- -- -- --

Holly had decided to go back to LEP headquarters and she walked over to Foaly's technical room.

"I don't understand! They've got Juliet, but I can't manage to track them! They've got some sort of cloaking device that I can't get past! It's Koboi's work, but Koboi's dead, right?"

"Grub killed her. How's Grub doing by the way?" Holly inquired.

"He's attempting to handle the Goblin crowd. I would be trying to crack into the encrypted files of "Lapo", but I have to spend my time trying to track Juliet. Back to the subject, Juliet was kidnapped by unknown captors. From their accents, they seem to be Russian, but I can't identify them. Their voices have been modified to confuse my system, and let me say this, nothing confuses my system."

Holly looked around and saw many complicated gizmos. "I can see that."

"Koboi must have helped these men before she died, or given her technology to someone. This is the part I don't like. It has to be a fairy."

"Someone's betrayed us. Sool's the obvious suspect," Holly mused.

"No, he is the suspect." Foaly said.

"Let's not jump to conclusions. We may hate Sool, but he may still be a good fairy."

"Oh, he's not potentially corrupt, he is corrupt. We, I mean I," Foaly said with a glare at the outside workers. "picked up some chatter from underground. It was a direct call to aboveground. This person though that no one would catch him if he used a mud man phone. Commonly known aboveground as a "cell phone." This fairy used a restricted number, that would keep Mud Men running around in circles, but it didn't stop me. I pinpointed the call and it came from a man known as Paul Sool."

"Sool's brother? He has a brother?"

"His brother has changed his last name 5 times in the last year. He's been running from the LEP for over 10 years. Being inferior as they are, LEP has not managed to catch him. Well, I've sent out some Recon jocks to catch him, and maybe Sool too." Foaly smiled smugly.

"Recon? Why them?"

"Because they'll catch him."

"How many did you send?"

"Uhh, 6."

-- -- -- --

"Hey little brother," Sool said. "Remember that call you made to the Russian mud man?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You used an encrypted Koboi communicator. Right?"

Paul stopped breathing for a moment.

"Yeah! Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Right, then why is there a mud man phone in your house?"

"I'm sorry. I thought it was a good idea! I don't think the centaur monitors mud man frequencies."

"Well, he does!"

"Well, I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you will be," Sool said as he raised his pistol and shot his brother in the head.

"Come out of the house! This is the LEP!" said someone as they banged on the door.

"Time to leave," murmured Sool as he walked toward the closet. But, before he left, he put a bomb under a floorboard. He was going to give these Recon jocks a fantastic send off.

-- -- -- --

Butler had just cleared the forest when his phone rang again.

"What? Are you aware that you almost got me killed?"

"Butler? Hey, you got your phone back," said Holly on the other line. "We called to negotiate."

"Well, I got out."

"Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Juliet's been kidnapped by some Russian captors. We can't track them."

There was no reply on the other line.

"Butler?"

"I heard you."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find those sons of bi-" Butler was cut off. At the headquarters electricity blacked.

"What's going on?!" shouted Holly.

"It looks like Opal's phase 2," Foaly said grimly. "Without LEP, underground doesn't stand a chance."

"You're such a drama queen," Holly chuckled. "The backup generators will kick in."

"I doubt it." The lights flickered on. There was cheering outside. Holly looked at Foaly and laughed. She was about to say I told you so, when the lights turned off again. The blackout was not just the LEP this time. It was all of Haven.

-- -- -- --

"We have the connection," the man said on the other line.

"Are you sure the ape will take the bait?"

"Oh, I'm sure. It's his sister. He would kill his charge if he did anything to her."

Vassikin chuckled on the other side. "You know what's at stake if you're wrong."

"My life."

"Good. Hurry, because soon people will be finding out it's the Butler's were after. Not Fowl."