Escapes:
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl, and I'm not making money from it. If someone has been telling you I do, it's probably my sister; don't pay attention to her.
Darn! No one has reviewed, except that weird lady with the kid who likes Cheese Whiz, and the boy who thinks the government is made out of cookie dough. Thanx, and PLEASE REVIEW AGAIN!
Training:
LEPrecon HQ, South Field:
"Drop down and give me twenty! If you can't, just groan." That was the first thing Artemis heard when he woke up. He groaned, and merely rolled over. This had to be a nightmare, albeit a very true-to-life one. He felt something boot him in the back. Aggravated, he rolled back and stared up. The Commander was standing over him.
"Have a headache, Fowl?" smirked Root. (Bet you all thought it was Holly, huh? o__0) Dressed in his most formal looking uniform, with all the acorn medals he had acquired hanging heavily off its silk and velvet cuffs, he looked taller and more intimidating. Of course, it didn't really help the effects with a Mud Boy in the middle of a growth spurt standing beside him.
Artemis hastily stood up, and tried to assume a debonair pose while carefully brushing his clothes off. Ugh, what a mess. His expensive clothes were soiled to the point of extinction. And they were Armani, too. "Of course, Commander." He said indifferently. "You would too if you hit a brick wall on the head, at full throttle speed, and I have no doubt you possess that knowledge."
The senior officer's complexion reddened briskly, and Artemis suddenly became very interested in flecking the mud off his pants, cursing in words that impressed Root very slightly. But it irked him to realize how easily insulted he had been. He had to fix that some time. First the embarrassment over Vinyaya, now an insult from Fowl. Between those two, it was enough to make a man lose his touch, and drop down in rank.
He quickly forgot that as he remembered the custom of punishment for disrespect to senior officers. Root gleefully imagined a sweaty and somehow, punier Fowl begging for release. Oh, yes, now he finally understood why Commander Short liked teasing Mud Boys so much. It was simply so addicting after the first dose.
"DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY, FOWL! ! !"
Operation Booth:
Butler stared, entranced, at the plasma screen as if he were hypnotized. Playing on the screen was his second greatest fear, having to watch Master Artemis do things requiring physical strength, and he wasn't there to help. It was enough to make a man kill himself, or at least smash a plasma screen. Which he did, with great enthusiasm and vigor.
What he learned at his cost, and Commander Root's before him, was that plasma screens go hot with extreme use. And this particular one had been on for several weeks already. But Butler didn't know that. Worst of all, the plasma screen seemed punch-proof. His large fist, with its sharp knuckles, bounced off, coming back to him with a temperature of 70 C. Naturally, Butler did the logical thing after that.
"Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch!" he yelped, hopping, for some strange reason, on one foot. He attempted to blow on the afflicted portion. Unfortunately it wasn't burnt, so this had no effect whatsoever, except to cause Butler to run out of breath sooner than if he'd simply remained calm and put his hand in a bucket of ice-cold water. Which is what he did. Eventually.
Foaly's grin was getting wider and wider with each of Butler's yelps, strangely enough. When the annoyed Butler finally threw out all the curses he knew, Foaly leaped up with a blissful expression on his face. "Computer!" he called, or, rather, cackled. "Beta two-oh-six-two! Then, Alpha six-three-oh." At first, nothing happened. Butler turned to look at Foaly menacingly. He had heard what the centaur had said, and while he had no idea what it meant, he was sure that it wasn't good for him.
He was attempting to throttle the centaur, when a giant mechanical hand scooped him up. In his surprise, he dropped Foaly, who desperately tried to breathe. He was immediately kicked out of the Operations Booth by a mechanical foot. "And, stay out!" boomed a giant mechanical mouth, with enormous lips and a disgustingly moist looking tongue.
There was a voice, Foaly's, on the intercom instantly. "Tell Holly you used over a hundred different swearwords, and that I let you out on that. Also tell her that she is a-" Here, the centaur lapsed into profanity. "Further more, NEVER COME NEAR MY OFFICE AGAIN!" There was the sound of a door slamming, and the message was cut off.
Butler was ever so slightly insulted. "Your booth could do with a renovation anyway." He muttered rebelliously, beginning to jog away to find Master Artemis. And, from far away, he thought he could hear an "I heard that!"
Training Field, South:
"That was a stinker, Private Fowl, a stinker!" yelled Commander Root. "Do ten more, and do 'em fast!" As the mutinous youth continued cursing under his breath while doing his sit-ups, Root hid a smile from the young boy. He hadn't had so much fun with giving exercises ever since Holly- er Commander Short had become a Commander.
Artemis was feeling irritated, which wasn't unusual, considering his impatient nature. But he was, even more so than usual. With infuriation chewing at his nerves from all directions, he feverently hoped that Butler would get to him soon. Watching the Commander munch on doughnuts with his mouth open was the most disgusting sight he'd ever seen.
Somewhere, lost in the LEP hallways . . . .
Butler kept on jogging. It had been half an hour. How come he wasn't out yet? 'Hang on, Master Artemis,' he thought loyally, ' I'll get to you, as soon as I find a hell-ridden map to tell me where I am!'
Operation Booth:
Foaly chuckled. His latest invention, re-arranging hallways, were very useful for confusing Mud Men in the wrong place. Instead of sending Butler away from the Operations Booth, his machine was changing the way the hallways pieced together, to send him back TO the Operations Booth.
'This way, Holly won't be able to say I'm breaking my promise to keep him busy for as long as possible.' He thought rebelliously. He wasn't at all worried about his fellow fairies. When he had first installed the moving hallways, he had also designed an interactive map, to change whenever he changed the hallways. They would respond perfectly, because, after all, they had been invented by him, hadn't they?
Outside E1, Tara:
The man with the iron leg gazed blandly and dispassionately at the old oak tree. It didn't seem unusual. But when he put out a hand to touch it, it melted before his fingers to reveal . . .
An unused cave, with no form of life in it whatsoever. The entrance to the Underground.
Whadaya think? Well? REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl, and I'm not making money from it. If someone has been telling you I do, it's probably my sister; don't pay attention to her.
Darn! No one has reviewed, except that weird lady with the kid who likes Cheese Whiz, and the boy who thinks the government is made out of cookie dough. Thanx, and PLEASE REVIEW AGAIN!
Training:
LEPrecon HQ, South Field:
"Drop down and give me twenty! If you can't, just groan." That was the first thing Artemis heard when he woke up. He groaned, and merely rolled over. This had to be a nightmare, albeit a very true-to-life one. He felt something boot him in the back. Aggravated, he rolled back and stared up. The Commander was standing over him.
"Have a headache, Fowl?" smirked Root. (Bet you all thought it was Holly, huh? o__0) Dressed in his most formal looking uniform, with all the acorn medals he had acquired hanging heavily off its silk and velvet cuffs, he looked taller and more intimidating. Of course, it didn't really help the effects with a Mud Boy in the middle of a growth spurt standing beside him.
Artemis hastily stood up, and tried to assume a debonair pose while carefully brushing his clothes off. Ugh, what a mess. His expensive clothes were soiled to the point of extinction. And they were Armani, too. "Of course, Commander." He said indifferently. "You would too if you hit a brick wall on the head, at full throttle speed, and I have no doubt you possess that knowledge."
The senior officer's complexion reddened briskly, and Artemis suddenly became very interested in flecking the mud off his pants, cursing in words that impressed Root very slightly. But it irked him to realize how easily insulted he had been. He had to fix that some time. First the embarrassment over Vinyaya, now an insult from Fowl. Between those two, it was enough to make a man lose his touch, and drop down in rank.
He quickly forgot that as he remembered the custom of punishment for disrespect to senior officers. Root gleefully imagined a sweaty and somehow, punier Fowl begging for release. Oh, yes, now he finally understood why Commander Short liked teasing Mud Boys so much. It was simply so addicting after the first dose.
"DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY, FOWL! ! !"
Operation Booth:
Butler stared, entranced, at the plasma screen as if he were hypnotized. Playing on the screen was his second greatest fear, having to watch Master Artemis do things requiring physical strength, and he wasn't there to help. It was enough to make a man kill himself, or at least smash a plasma screen. Which he did, with great enthusiasm and vigor.
What he learned at his cost, and Commander Root's before him, was that plasma screens go hot with extreme use. And this particular one had been on for several weeks already. But Butler didn't know that. Worst of all, the plasma screen seemed punch-proof. His large fist, with its sharp knuckles, bounced off, coming back to him with a temperature of 70 C. Naturally, Butler did the logical thing after that.
"Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch!" he yelped, hopping, for some strange reason, on one foot. He attempted to blow on the afflicted portion. Unfortunately it wasn't burnt, so this had no effect whatsoever, except to cause Butler to run out of breath sooner than if he'd simply remained calm and put his hand in a bucket of ice-cold water. Which is what he did. Eventually.
Foaly's grin was getting wider and wider with each of Butler's yelps, strangely enough. When the annoyed Butler finally threw out all the curses he knew, Foaly leaped up with a blissful expression on his face. "Computer!" he called, or, rather, cackled. "Beta two-oh-six-two! Then, Alpha six-three-oh." At first, nothing happened. Butler turned to look at Foaly menacingly. He had heard what the centaur had said, and while he had no idea what it meant, he was sure that it wasn't good for him.
He was attempting to throttle the centaur, when a giant mechanical hand scooped him up. In his surprise, he dropped Foaly, who desperately tried to breathe. He was immediately kicked out of the Operations Booth by a mechanical foot. "And, stay out!" boomed a giant mechanical mouth, with enormous lips and a disgustingly moist looking tongue.
There was a voice, Foaly's, on the intercom instantly. "Tell Holly you used over a hundred different swearwords, and that I let you out on that. Also tell her that she is a-" Here, the centaur lapsed into profanity. "Further more, NEVER COME NEAR MY OFFICE AGAIN!" There was the sound of a door slamming, and the message was cut off.
Butler was ever so slightly insulted. "Your booth could do with a renovation anyway." He muttered rebelliously, beginning to jog away to find Master Artemis. And, from far away, he thought he could hear an "I heard that!"
Training Field, South:
"That was a stinker, Private Fowl, a stinker!" yelled Commander Root. "Do ten more, and do 'em fast!" As the mutinous youth continued cursing under his breath while doing his sit-ups, Root hid a smile from the young boy. He hadn't had so much fun with giving exercises ever since Holly- er Commander Short had become a Commander.
Artemis was feeling irritated, which wasn't unusual, considering his impatient nature. But he was, even more so than usual. With infuriation chewing at his nerves from all directions, he feverently hoped that Butler would get to him soon. Watching the Commander munch on doughnuts with his mouth open was the most disgusting sight he'd ever seen.
Somewhere, lost in the LEP hallways . . . .
Butler kept on jogging. It had been half an hour. How come he wasn't out yet? 'Hang on, Master Artemis,' he thought loyally, ' I'll get to you, as soon as I find a hell-ridden map to tell me where I am!'
Operation Booth:
Foaly chuckled. His latest invention, re-arranging hallways, were very useful for confusing Mud Men in the wrong place. Instead of sending Butler away from the Operations Booth, his machine was changing the way the hallways pieced together, to send him back TO the Operations Booth.
'This way, Holly won't be able to say I'm breaking my promise to keep him busy for as long as possible.' He thought rebelliously. He wasn't at all worried about his fellow fairies. When he had first installed the moving hallways, he had also designed an interactive map, to change whenever he changed the hallways. They would respond perfectly, because, after all, they had been invented by him, hadn't they?
Outside E1, Tara:
The man with the iron leg gazed blandly and dispassionately at the old oak tree. It didn't seem unusual. But when he put out a hand to touch it, it melted before his fingers to reveal . . .
An unused cave, with no form of life in it whatsoever. The entrance to the Underground.
Whadaya think? Well? REVIEW!!!