Disclamer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, so please don't sue.

Excavate

By FairyDragonShadow


Chapter 2 - Figured Out


'Uh-oh...' Holly found herself in a dangerous position. She

had put on her fairy shield, and had been skimming over the

land to find Fowl, when a gunshot had rang out, just barely

missing her side. 'How can a Mud Person see me? Or is it

Fowl?' She looked down, and saw a soldier in a gray

uniform, gun loaded and aiming towards her. 'Fowl would

definitly have more taste than that. Plus, it's not his way

to shoot at fairies...and it's too small to be the Man

Mountain...'

Not taking any chances, she dove low and ducked into a

small intersection. Making sure her fairy shield was still

on, she checked her Hummingbird Z7 (the LEP got enough

money to afford them now) to see if it was damaged. In

fact, it was. The satellite-bouced solar battery had a leak

because of that stupid bullet. It wouldn't work now.

Slipping it off, Captain Short threw it aside. 'I'm okay.

The Mud People can't see me. I'm invisible.'

Quickly she darted off, knowing that Artemis was close, but

not knowing the exact location.

"Foaly, how come the locator isn't working? The red dot is

everywhere...why?" Holly spoke into the small microphone.

"Um...I don't know...yet...wait...they seem to have other

machines and satellites that are interfering with it..."

"But...aren't we supposed to be eons away in technology

from the Mud People?"

"What?" Foaly shouted through the communications system.

"Foaly, don't shout! Don't you remember that these are

'whisper-sensitive'?" Holly hollered back.

"I can't seem to hear you, Captain Short!"

"Foaly?" Holly yelled. "Can't you hear me?"

Static. Then: "Um...we're being unconnected...someone's

tampering with us...but...how do...they...know...?"

More static.

"I'm sorry...Captain...but...I don't...think...I can...stay

in...touch...with you...out..."

"Foaly? FOALY?! No, don't kid with me, centaur! Foaly?!"

Panic washed over the elf. 'Great. Now I can't even talk to

my own species...and Foaly can't track me...I'm on my own.'

She looked at her locator. Captain Holly Short suddenly

felt uneasy...was someone watching her? She was too focused

onto talking to Foaly that she hadn't been aware of her

surroundings. And found herself in the middle of a ring of

the gray-uniformed soldiers.

Oh, well. They can't see me...right?

"Fairy, turn off the shield. We know you're there." One of

the Mud People spoke.

Nevermind. But how can they...? Well, duh, Artemis found it

out. Sooner or later, someone else would, too. The People's

economy had been bad the several years before. So they

weren't years ahead of Mud People's technology. It gave

them time to catch up to the People. And they had.

"Now." The same soldier spoke. His voice was stern and

commanding. She had no option. But she still refused to

turn in her only defense right now.

"Okay, we've given you enough chances." The gray guy lifted

his gun, aimed, and shot.

Holly knew that the bullets were slow. Too slow for fairies.

But this one was fast. Faster than she had imagined. How

could this be? Oh, yeah. Eight years. But how did they know

that she was a person of the People? More importantly, HOW

did they know about the People?

Anyways, the bullet was too fast for her to budge. It came

right at her...and

CLACK.

It hit the switch for the shield. And the shield, obviously,

disappeared.

"Put your hands up, and don't try anything funny, ya hear?"

Another one said gruffly, "Don't try reaching for your

little gun, either. We also know all about your magic, and

we have special suits for them."

Holly looked at what he was wearing. The gray uniform. That

was supposed to be fairy-magic-proof?

But her eyes quickly turned to the gun. It looked dangerous.

And if it could shoot more bullets, it would probably kill

her, fairy or no.

She lifted her hands up, gestering surrender. Now what had

she gotten herself into?



A/N: Um...well...kinda slow moving or what? I don't know...
Just review!
Thankies!!!
^_~

-FairyDragonShadow

3/1/2002