Author's Note: Sorry for the wait!
PurpleMonkey: What you said made sense, actually!
Ozzy: I suck at AF humor. I'm a Foaly at heart ;)
Bride_of_lister: Nice simile to describe me with. Sounds more like my horse, though.
Chapter III
Shuttle port Terminal, Haven City
Corporal Grub grumbled angry as he moved past the crowd. Trouble actually called him annoying. Trubs had probably never even tried to get into a terminal at rush hour.
Already in a bad mood from being forced to work with Fowl and Butler, he shoved past a particularly insubordinate traveler. When this assignment was over, Foaly would get a clip with his buzz baton. Add to those bald patches on his hindquarters. Flashing his LEP license at the terminal worker, he shifted his weight.
"Gimme a visa. Tara. LEP business."
The worker scowled. He was, in fact, the worker Holly had had to deal with previously- "Commandant Terryl." He despised LEP operations.
"How long?"
"H-however long it takes." Grub couldn't help but to feel a bit precautious. The hybrid had a certain way of intimidating.
Terryl's scowl grew more pronounced as he printed the visa off.
"Y'know the crazy girly captain? Next time you see her, tell her Terryl's looking forward to visit."
The corporal shook the comment off, tearing the visa from the worker's hands.
Artemis stood by the holographic cow, tapping a loafered foot. "Not one to be on time, are they?"
Butler merely stood, preferring not to answer the question for some odd reason. He shifted the large duffel bag he was carrying, full of various objects that I am sure need no description.
His employer scowled. Still watching the holographic leaves, he spared a glance at his watch. Artemis's attention though, was suddenly diverted.
A slightly shimmering haze hovered above the leaves, like its own little time stop. It materialized moments later.
"Fowl. Butler." Grub nodded stiffly, acknowledging the two.
Butler glanced up at mention of his name.
"I remember you. The little no-ranker, running back to the command center after every command, am I not mistaken?"
Grub swallowed the lump in his throat. "I suppose. Nice to see you as well. Well. Back to Haven, I s'pose." He turned sharply, leading them back into the shuttle. Once inside, the two Mud Men settled in quickly, but Grub noticed Butler's hand gripping the barrel of his Sig Sauer.
Back at the terminal, Artemis and Butler followed behind Grub. There was quite a hold up at the doors to the tunnels. Grub jumped furiously up and down, trying to see over the head of a rather large and smelly dwarf to see what was going on. Fishing his LEP badge out, he made his way through the crowd.
Commandant Terryl was practically hopping in rage. Stupid females. Didn' matter if they were pixies, elves, or dwarves. All of 'em. Made to annoy. This particular one was a centaur. One of the few in the lower elements.
"Now, miss, please, you're obstructing the flow of traffic," he said, trying to be somewhat polite.
The centaur whirled around, a hoof stomping in exasperation.
"Do I look like I really care?" She flipped a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder, pausing to tuck it in behind a pointy ear.
"You should!" The hybrid worker turned just in time to see Corporal Kelp pushing through the crowd. "There! There! See. A LEP officer. Kelp! Make her move on!"
Grub rolled his eyes. Flipping his badge open, he flourished it toward the ivory centaur. "Ma'am, there is official LEP business being conducted. I'll ask you to step aside."
The centaur raised an eyebrow. "This is an A-B conversation, so C your way out."
Grub's hand flew to his buzz baton. Commandant Terryl saw this, and suddenly felt a lot like he had the year before with Captain Short. Unfortunately, the centaur saw this as well and stepped aside.
"Thank you." Grub replied with his lips pursed. Turning back to Fowl and Butler, he beckoned them, and strode out the double doors to the Police Plaza.
Terryl stood gaping after the corporal. Thanks for your help, *officer.*
Holly Short flopped onto her futon, her mail in hand. Junk, junk, junk, ju- letter from LEP, junk. She raised an eyebrow and opened the LEP addressed letter. After only a few seconds, she declared what it was. Junk. She didn't want to attend the award ceremony, she didn't want to have a fancy meal, she didn't want to have an end of the year banquet, and blah blah blah. Flipping to a piece of paper that was attached, she frowned. RSVP to commander. Yeah, right. Root might be a bit more considerate than he used to, but Holly got the idea that this was Julius's idea of a 'mandatory meeting.'
PurpleMonkey: What you said made sense, actually!
Ozzy: I suck at AF humor. I'm a Foaly at heart ;)
Bride_of_lister: Nice simile to describe me with. Sounds more like my horse, though.
Chapter III
Shuttle port Terminal, Haven City
Corporal Grub grumbled angry as he moved past the crowd. Trouble actually called him annoying. Trubs had probably never even tried to get into a terminal at rush hour.
Already in a bad mood from being forced to work with Fowl and Butler, he shoved past a particularly insubordinate traveler. When this assignment was over, Foaly would get a clip with his buzz baton. Add to those bald patches on his hindquarters. Flashing his LEP license at the terminal worker, he shifted his weight.
"Gimme a visa. Tara. LEP business."
The worker scowled. He was, in fact, the worker Holly had had to deal with previously- "Commandant Terryl." He despised LEP operations.
"How long?"
"H-however long it takes." Grub couldn't help but to feel a bit precautious. The hybrid had a certain way of intimidating.
Terryl's scowl grew more pronounced as he printed the visa off.
"Y'know the crazy girly captain? Next time you see her, tell her Terryl's looking forward to visit."
The corporal shook the comment off, tearing the visa from the worker's hands.
Artemis stood by the holographic cow, tapping a loafered foot. "Not one to be on time, are they?"
Butler merely stood, preferring not to answer the question for some odd reason. He shifted the large duffel bag he was carrying, full of various objects that I am sure need no description.
His employer scowled. Still watching the holographic leaves, he spared a glance at his watch. Artemis's attention though, was suddenly diverted.
A slightly shimmering haze hovered above the leaves, like its own little time stop. It materialized moments later.
"Fowl. Butler." Grub nodded stiffly, acknowledging the two.
Butler glanced up at mention of his name.
"I remember you. The little no-ranker, running back to the command center after every command, am I not mistaken?"
Grub swallowed the lump in his throat. "I suppose. Nice to see you as well. Well. Back to Haven, I s'pose." He turned sharply, leading them back into the shuttle. Once inside, the two Mud Men settled in quickly, but Grub noticed Butler's hand gripping the barrel of his Sig Sauer.
Back at the terminal, Artemis and Butler followed behind Grub. There was quite a hold up at the doors to the tunnels. Grub jumped furiously up and down, trying to see over the head of a rather large and smelly dwarf to see what was going on. Fishing his LEP badge out, he made his way through the crowd.
Commandant Terryl was practically hopping in rage. Stupid females. Didn' matter if they were pixies, elves, or dwarves. All of 'em. Made to annoy. This particular one was a centaur. One of the few in the lower elements.
"Now, miss, please, you're obstructing the flow of traffic," he said, trying to be somewhat polite.
The centaur whirled around, a hoof stomping in exasperation.
"Do I look like I really care?" She flipped a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder, pausing to tuck it in behind a pointy ear.
"You should!" The hybrid worker turned just in time to see Corporal Kelp pushing through the crowd. "There! There! See. A LEP officer. Kelp! Make her move on!"
Grub rolled his eyes. Flipping his badge open, he flourished it toward the ivory centaur. "Ma'am, there is official LEP business being conducted. I'll ask you to step aside."
The centaur raised an eyebrow. "This is an A-B conversation, so C your way out."
Grub's hand flew to his buzz baton. Commandant Terryl saw this, and suddenly felt a lot like he had the year before with Captain Short. Unfortunately, the centaur saw this as well and stepped aside.
"Thank you." Grub replied with his lips pursed. Turning back to Fowl and Butler, he beckoned them, and strode out the double doors to the Police Plaza.
Terryl stood gaping after the corporal. Thanks for your help, *officer.*
Holly Short flopped onto her futon, her mail in hand. Junk, junk, junk, ju- letter from LEP, junk. She raised an eyebrow and opened the LEP addressed letter. After only a few seconds, she declared what it was. Junk. She didn't want to attend the award ceremony, she didn't want to have a fancy meal, she didn't want to have an end of the year banquet, and blah blah blah. Flipping to a piece of paper that was attached, she frowned. RSVP to commander. Yeah, right. Root might be a bit more considerate than he used to, but Holly got the idea that this was Julius's idea of a 'mandatory meeting.'