Migi stirred and looked through her hand to the ceiling. She stared
at a cracked gray low surface. A small noise in her head buzzed with alarm
as her mind registered what had happened before she had fallen unconscious.
She abruptly sat up, and, ignoring the pain in her brain at the sudden
change in pressure, she looked around. She was in a.her eyes must have been
failing her.was she in a jail cell?! She felt nauseous as she squeezed her
eyes shut then opened them again. But sure enough, when she opened her
eyes, she saw the same bunk bed, the horrible exposed toilet, and the gray
of the metal bars.
Migi quickly checked her pockets for her 6110. It had miraculously disappeared. She gave a sigh of frustration. Her cell phone and wallet was gone. And there was a hint of fear, of course. There were few things in the world scarier than being in a jail cell and not knowing how you got there in a first place. Migi stood up uneasily. The entrance was to her right. She went up to it, and immediately started to make a commotion.
"HEY, WHO'S IN CHARGE OVER HERE?! WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING IN A JAIL CELL?!"
She ignored the baffled stares of the other prisoners that were staring at her and some of them were actually enjoying the noise she made.
"Are you hungry?" Migi's neck nearly snapped when her head whipped around to the source of the voice. There was Artemis, leaning against the wall with his back resting on it as if it were the most comfortable thing in the state. He had changed since she last saw him. He was dressed in a crisp white polo and some nice blue slacks. He looked like a school guy in what he was wearing.
"Where are we?" she asked sharply. She looked around suspiciously. But there was nothing that wasn't obvious already. She was in a jail ward, standing where she shouldn't be, and Artemis was standing OUTSIDE, a place where he wasn't supposed to be, either. There was nothing special about it. Artemis gave a cool, sly tiny trace of a smile.
"Don't talk to me like that. Don't forget, I'm now CADETTE Artemis Fowl."
Migi looked at him, dumfounded. She just stared as he took out a small piece of paper, and a sort of plastic card. His face was immortalized in a tiny, neat picture, and on the card, it declared him as part of a small organization of the FBI dedicated to the delinquent section.
"See?" Artemis held up the blue plastic for her benefit, but never let her hold it. "I got into the FBI. I asked around, and I discovered a place where some really dumb teenagers smoke pot, and then I left you there, and went to the police. I told them about it, and it took a lot of convincing, but they came anyway, and took everyone there, including you."
"What?! Can you repeat that explanation again?"
Artemis' eyes narrowed. "In much more simpler words, Migi dear, you're under my mercy if you want to get out, because they haven't made the final report on you since you had been unconscious. I especially asked the head guy to be able to interview you about what were you doing there. I'm smart, aren't I?"
He walked away with a grin as Migi screamed at his retreating back: "You idiot!! Smart?! I'm the one who brought you here in the first place! How dare you actually find a place here! Artemiiiiiiiiiiiisssss FFFooooooowwwwwwllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!" IN A SMALL HOUSE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY, UP ON A HILL
"Jowy, help me! Migi is YOUR friend! Help me find her!" Faye was pleading to an annoyed Jowy in the living room. Jowy gave a small shake of his head.
"They can't be far in the city. I mean, it's dangerous out there, and Artemis looks like a guy who couldn't throw a good punch if his life depended on it. He's smart, though, so I'd bet that he's in some area around down town, in a run down apartment crawling with drug addicts."
Faye wrung her hands and controlled the urge to arrange her fingers around his neck.
"That's not good enough, Jowy! We need to call the police or something!"
"And tell them what? That a fictional character stole your friend? That's dumb."
"Don't you even CARE?! My only companion in the world has disappeared, possibly for good, and I might never see her again, and you're not even lifting a finger to help her!"
Jowy stood up abruptly.
"Okay. I'm going downtown. Its time where there are lots of people around. I'm going to ask about A pretty kid with pretty blue eyes and pretty black hair. I have a couple of.acquaintances with some of the guys. I'll be back later."
Faye stood up, too, and she started walking to where her room was.
"I'll just get a coat or something."
"No. You stay here."
Faye looked at him wonderingly for a while.
"He's going to come back, sometime, Faye. He can't go back to his own world otherwise. So you need to stay right here. I really don't think he would hurt you just to go inside the house. He's a mean kid, but he's not bad. Bye, Faye!"
He waved a bit then he exited the living room, already knowing his way around the small house. Faye watched his retreating back until he turned into the hall and could no longer be seen. She sighed in an exaggerated way and decided that maybe she should just work on the machine.
HEAD OFFICER'S OFFICE, IN A LOWLY FBI AREA IN THE BUILDING
The head of the teenage delinquent area eyed Artemis a sharply as Artemis dumped a folder filled with paperwork in front of him. Artemis was his new recruit. Artemis was in a special team of young people who didn't know the other person's identity. It helped for them not to know each other to find out if one of them was just misleading the FBI. But Artemis was different from the other teenagers who were transparent and easy to look into.
Cunning, shrewd, and completely ingenious in his plans and reports, Artemis had easily become a leading figure among the others. In just a week of being in the team, he had gone out every single day in the morning to return at three o' clock in the afternoon. And he ALWAYS had something to say, about some drug dealer meeting in a parking lot with a bunch of teenagers, and how to be able to catch him in the act WITH evidence on the same night.
Sometimes that guy would lead to the other, and then more youngsters would be free of the risk that the nightlife was causing.
Thus, in a week, Artemis had assisted, and sometimes led, in catching eight drug dealers and three men who trailed after teenage girls to shoot x- rated videos. And he did it all with a permanent bored look on his face. He said his name was Artemis Fowl, like a boy in some book. He had (fake, he had acquired them from a guy he heard about who specialized especially in making fake ID's.) a fake birth certificate, a fake driver's permit, a fake certificate of the demise of his biological parents in a boating accident. He was supposedly eighteen years old, as was stated in the birth certificate. The head had accepted everything with some careless inspection.
"What's this here?" the head picked the folder and opened it. His eyes scanned it. "Another drug dealer? How many of them are there? Hmm. Faye Penetrante.sixteen years old.You're kidding me, Artemis. Look at her. she wouldn't be able to sneak marijuana past anyone."
Artemis shrugged, and waiting for more. The head cleared his throat.
"Do you have evidence, Fowl?"
Artemis shook his head. He didn't have anything yet. If he were to bring Migi and Migi down and lock them up in jail for their whole lives, he was going to have to think of everything very well. He'd have to convert the small dirt packed room in the house into a pot smoke zone.
"I'm getting to it. This is going to take some time. I want you to allow me to work on this girl's case especially. I can't be bothered by minor drug dealers while I'm working with this girl."
The head nodded and gave a wave of dismissal. Artemis tucked the folder under his right arm and walked out.
JAIL CELL AREA A FEW MINUTES LATER
"I hate it here," Migi spat at Artemis as he drew near. Artemis looked at her, unimpressed. He motioned for the guard, and the guard unlocked the door, letting Artemis in the cell. Migi immediately got up from the lumpy mattress and drew herself up to her full height. She wasn't short, rather she was small, so when she buffed herself up, she reached only up to Artemis' chin. She made up for the height difference by looking straight up into his arrogant eyes.
"DO you hate it here?" Artemis asked, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, no, Migi. You're lucky to be spending a week and maybe only a few more days. Unlike your friend, you're not going to spend the better part of your life here."
"My friend?" Migi wondered for a while before a bell rung in her head. "You mean Jowy?"
Artemis laughed. "No, not Jowy. I don't want to bring his parents into his problems just because he's your friend. No, not him. I'm going for the girl who helped you bring me here in THIS world. Faye."
"Faye?" Migi laughed softly. "That's dumb. You cant do anything to her.What are you going to do, plant some drugs into our house?"
Artemis smiled. He held up the folder that he had been carrying. Migi saw the red lettering scattered across the front of the blue paper. It read the name: 'Faye Penetrante'.
"Too much for your brain to handle, so I cant tell you," Artemis laughed. Migi was dumbstruck. Artemis put the folder away as Migi made a lunge for it. The guard outside made a warning noise. When Migi straightened up, her face was red with frustration and anger.
"Why Migi? What are you going to do, Artemis? Why don't you plan it so that I'd be fixed along with her?"
Artemis' expression grew solemn, but no emotion was betrayed in his blue eyes. He had a ready reason.
"You're going back to teach me how to use the machine."
"I'm never going to help you if you do anything like what you're talking to me about right now."
"Just wait. I'll think of something," he promised.
Migi sank back to the mattress. His appearance was fully confident and even smug. With the look on his face alone, Migi could readily believe that he wasn't bluffing.
"I'll tell you what," Artemis said seriously. "I'm going to give you one phone call to Faye to warn her. Tell her to watch out."
Migi was silent, then they both walked out of the cell after Artemis had a quiet word with the guard. Migi followed Artemis through the halls with several policemen loitering, and they finally reached the phone area. Migi's hand was numb as she picked up the cradle. There wasn't anything that she could think of. If Artemis were correct, and Faye would be in jail, then she knew that she wouldn't be able to pay the monthly payment for the house, since her government scholarship funding could only cover a fourth of what the house asked for. She had usually depended on Faye's parent's supply of money that always came in large amounts.
And even if she did find a cheaper apartment, her scholarship lasted for only a year, and it was nearing the end of the school year already. She should have applied for the second scholarship two weeks beforehand, but it was a scholarship for partner artists. Migi had applied with Faye as her partner. So if one was in trouble, the other would immediately forfeit the educational prize to a final year in their prestigious school.
Almost all scholarships were already closed to accepting anymore students, and the ones that had been left had taken their tests the day before. She and Faye helped each other. There was no other way. Not only as friends, but as partners in crime.
(Ring Ring Phone FX)
(Ring Ring Phone FX)
(Ring Ring Phone FX) "Hello?" Faye's voice was wrung with fatigue. Migi didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Hey Migi."
"Migi!" Faye immediately perked up to life, her speech more fast. "Where are you?! Are you okay?! Where's Artemis?!"
"Hey Faye ." Migi's throat closed in a bit. What was she supposed to say? That she was in jail and that she was scared, more than she had ever been in her whole life? "Faye .be careful."
She chocked out the words. Faye's stunned silence then nervous laugh was reassurance now that Migi knew that she had someone to depend on.
"Why should I be careful? You're the one that's being dragged around to who-knows-what-place! Where are you?"
".I'm-- - "
Migi chocked back a sob of sudden panic and concentrated on telling Faye that something was going to happen, that she had a very bad feeling about it, but apparently she wasn't successful. It took a while for her to calm herself down. She hunched over the phone booth and noted with disgust how her voice had become high and how pathetic she sounded, even to her own ears.
"I'm in- -"
She was suddenly cut off. Her eyes widened and her tears stopped in the middle of their race down her cheek. A voice behind her said: "Your time is up."
"You-" she whirled around and landed a punch in his jaw. Artemis reeled for the slightest instant, clearly shocked, and held a hand to his jaw. He had dropped the folder to the floor. Migi held a hand to her face.
"Sh*T! Artemis you bastard"
A policeman who had been standing by gently took Migi's arm and led her away from Artemis, who was standing, dumbfounded.
"It's alright," the man said comfortingly. "You get to have a call every three days. There's no need to worry. You'll be able to talk to your friend in no time."
Migi looked up at his kind face and smiled gratefully.
PHONE BOOTH AREA, WHERE ARTEMIS WAS SLAPPED
Artemis got the folder from the floor and sighed. The punch hadn't really hurt him seriously. He was stronger than her, and he could take those things. Artemis sighed again, this time a little angry. He was a sort of quick to anger, a trait he had received due to his childhood of getting whatever he wanted.
He gave a shake of his head. He picked up the nearest phone and dialed the phone company. He was going to cut off the phone line of Faye's house to get her to leave her home for just a short while.
A FEW MINUTES LATER, MIGI'S HOUSE UP ON THE HILL
"Yes, operator. Where was the phone call made?" Faye was on the phone talking to an operator to try to trace where Migi had called.
"Let's see," the operator said, her voice static-y on the other end. "The call came from a phone boot in a police post in-"
Then the line went dead. Just like that. The operator never got to finish her sentence. There was no sound at all coming from the receiving end of the phone. Faye frowned, getting at once suspicious. Jowy was out looking for more of his 'friends', and she was the only on in the house. There was nobody around for several kilometers. She had no means to contact anyone, much less be able to find Migi. She was going to have to reconnect the phone. She couldn't wait for Jowy. He just usually dropped by at around eleven in the night, tired and exhausted.
When Faye went out of the house an hour later, with her red hair blowing behind her, Artemis was waiting in a car behind a large tree, and to his right, on the passenger seat beside the driver's wheel, sat a few items that were going to help the plan sooner than Migi or Faye herself had ever suspected. A bag of Marijuana, obtained from the evidence room, candles, some spoons, marijuana leaves with stems, and of course, a duplicate key he had gotten from Migi when she had been unconscious.
Migi quickly checked her pockets for her 6110. It had miraculously disappeared. She gave a sigh of frustration. Her cell phone and wallet was gone. And there was a hint of fear, of course. There were few things in the world scarier than being in a jail cell and not knowing how you got there in a first place. Migi stood up uneasily. The entrance was to her right. She went up to it, and immediately started to make a commotion.
"HEY, WHO'S IN CHARGE OVER HERE?! WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING IN A JAIL CELL?!"
She ignored the baffled stares of the other prisoners that were staring at her and some of them were actually enjoying the noise she made.
"Are you hungry?" Migi's neck nearly snapped when her head whipped around to the source of the voice. There was Artemis, leaning against the wall with his back resting on it as if it were the most comfortable thing in the state. He had changed since she last saw him. He was dressed in a crisp white polo and some nice blue slacks. He looked like a school guy in what he was wearing.
"Where are we?" she asked sharply. She looked around suspiciously. But there was nothing that wasn't obvious already. She was in a jail ward, standing where she shouldn't be, and Artemis was standing OUTSIDE, a place where he wasn't supposed to be, either. There was nothing special about it. Artemis gave a cool, sly tiny trace of a smile.
"Don't talk to me like that. Don't forget, I'm now CADETTE Artemis Fowl."
Migi looked at him, dumfounded. She just stared as he took out a small piece of paper, and a sort of plastic card. His face was immortalized in a tiny, neat picture, and on the card, it declared him as part of a small organization of the FBI dedicated to the delinquent section.
"See?" Artemis held up the blue plastic for her benefit, but never let her hold it. "I got into the FBI. I asked around, and I discovered a place where some really dumb teenagers smoke pot, and then I left you there, and went to the police. I told them about it, and it took a lot of convincing, but they came anyway, and took everyone there, including you."
"What?! Can you repeat that explanation again?"
Artemis' eyes narrowed. "In much more simpler words, Migi dear, you're under my mercy if you want to get out, because they haven't made the final report on you since you had been unconscious. I especially asked the head guy to be able to interview you about what were you doing there. I'm smart, aren't I?"
He walked away with a grin as Migi screamed at his retreating back: "You idiot!! Smart?! I'm the one who brought you here in the first place! How dare you actually find a place here! Artemiiiiiiiiiiiisssss FFFooooooowwwwwwllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!" IN A SMALL HOUSE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY, UP ON A HILL
"Jowy, help me! Migi is YOUR friend! Help me find her!" Faye was pleading to an annoyed Jowy in the living room. Jowy gave a small shake of his head.
"They can't be far in the city. I mean, it's dangerous out there, and Artemis looks like a guy who couldn't throw a good punch if his life depended on it. He's smart, though, so I'd bet that he's in some area around down town, in a run down apartment crawling with drug addicts."
Faye wrung her hands and controlled the urge to arrange her fingers around his neck.
"That's not good enough, Jowy! We need to call the police or something!"
"And tell them what? That a fictional character stole your friend? That's dumb."
"Don't you even CARE?! My only companion in the world has disappeared, possibly for good, and I might never see her again, and you're not even lifting a finger to help her!"
Jowy stood up abruptly.
"Okay. I'm going downtown. Its time where there are lots of people around. I'm going to ask about A pretty kid with pretty blue eyes and pretty black hair. I have a couple of.acquaintances with some of the guys. I'll be back later."
Faye stood up, too, and she started walking to where her room was.
"I'll just get a coat or something."
"No. You stay here."
Faye looked at him wonderingly for a while.
"He's going to come back, sometime, Faye. He can't go back to his own world otherwise. So you need to stay right here. I really don't think he would hurt you just to go inside the house. He's a mean kid, but he's not bad. Bye, Faye!"
He waved a bit then he exited the living room, already knowing his way around the small house. Faye watched his retreating back until he turned into the hall and could no longer be seen. She sighed in an exaggerated way and decided that maybe she should just work on the machine.
HEAD OFFICER'S OFFICE, IN A LOWLY FBI AREA IN THE BUILDING
The head of the teenage delinquent area eyed Artemis a sharply as Artemis dumped a folder filled with paperwork in front of him. Artemis was his new recruit. Artemis was in a special team of young people who didn't know the other person's identity. It helped for them not to know each other to find out if one of them was just misleading the FBI. But Artemis was different from the other teenagers who were transparent and easy to look into.
Cunning, shrewd, and completely ingenious in his plans and reports, Artemis had easily become a leading figure among the others. In just a week of being in the team, he had gone out every single day in the morning to return at three o' clock in the afternoon. And he ALWAYS had something to say, about some drug dealer meeting in a parking lot with a bunch of teenagers, and how to be able to catch him in the act WITH evidence on the same night.
Sometimes that guy would lead to the other, and then more youngsters would be free of the risk that the nightlife was causing.
Thus, in a week, Artemis had assisted, and sometimes led, in catching eight drug dealers and three men who trailed after teenage girls to shoot x- rated videos. And he did it all with a permanent bored look on his face. He said his name was Artemis Fowl, like a boy in some book. He had (fake, he had acquired them from a guy he heard about who specialized especially in making fake ID's.) a fake birth certificate, a fake driver's permit, a fake certificate of the demise of his biological parents in a boating accident. He was supposedly eighteen years old, as was stated in the birth certificate. The head had accepted everything with some careless inspection.
"What's this here?" the head picked the folder and opened it. His eyes scanned it. "Another drug dealer? How many of them are there? Hmm. Faye Penetrante.sixteen years old.You're kidding me, Artemis. Look at her. she wouldn't be able to sneak marijuana past anyone."
Artemis shrugged, and waiting for more. The head cleared his throat.
"Do you have evidence, Fowl?"
Artemis shook his head. He didn't have anything yet. If he were to bring Migi and Migi down and lock them up in jail for their whole lives, he was going to have to think of everything very well. He'd have to convert the small dirt packed room in the house into a pot smoke zone.
"I'm getting to it. This is going to take some time. I want you to allow me to work on this girl's case especially. I can't be bothered by minor drug dealers while I'm working with this girl."
The head nodded and gave a wave of dismissal. Artemis tucked the folder under his right arm and walked out.
JAIL CELL AREA A FEW MINUTES LATER
"I hate it here," Migi spat at Artemis as he drew near. Artemis looked at her, unimpressed. He motioned for the guard, and the guard unlocked the door, letting Artemis in the cell. Migi immediately got up from the lumpy mattress and drew herself up to her full height. She wasn't short, rather she was small, so when she buffed herself up, she reached only up to Artemis' chin. She made up for the height difference by looking straight up into his arrogant eyes.
"DO you hate it here?" Artemis asked, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, no, Migi. You're lucky to be spending a week and maybe only a few more days. Unlike your friend, you're not going to spend the better part of your life here."
"My friend?" Migi wondered for a while before a bell rung in her head. "You mean Jowy?"
Artemis laughed. "No, not Jowy. I don't want to bring his parents into his problems just because he's your friend. No, not him. I'm going for the girl who helped you bring me here in THIS world. Faye."
"Faye?" Migi laughed softly. "That's dumb. You cant do anything to her.What are you going to do, plant some drugs into our house?"
Artemis smiled. He held up the folder that he had been carrying. Migi saw the red lettering scattered across the front of the blue paper. It read the name: 'Faye Penetrante'.
"Too much for your brain to handle, so I cant tell you," Artemis laughed. Migi was dumbstruck. Artemis put the folder away as Migi made a lunge for it. The guard outside made a warning noise. When Migi straightened up, her face was red with frustration and anger.
"Why Migi? What are you going to do, Artemis? Why don't you plan it so that I'd be fixed along with her?"
Artemis' expression grew solemn, but no emotion was betrayed in his blue eyes. He had a ready reason.
"You're going back to teach me how to use the machine."
"I'm never going to help you if you do anything like what you're talking to me about right now."
"Just wait. I'll think of something," he promised.
Migi sank back to the mattress. His appearance was fully confident and even smug. With the look on his face alone, Migi could readily believe that he wasn't bluffing.
"I'll tell you what," Artemis said seriously. "I'm going to give you one phone call to Faye to warn her. Tell her to watch out."
Migi was silent, then they both walked out of the cell after Artemis had a quiet word with the guard. Migi followed Artemis through the halls with several policemen loitering, and they finally reached the phone area. Migi's hand was numb as she picked up the cradle. There wasn't anything that she could think of. If Artemis were correct, and Faye would be in jail, then she knew that she wouldn't be able to pay the monthly payment for the house, since her government scholarship funding could only cover a fourth of what the house asked for. She had usually depended on Faye's parent's supply of money that always came in large amounts.
And even if she did find a cheaper apartment, her scholarship lasted for only a year, and it was nearing the end of the school year already. She should have applied for the second scholarship two weeks beforehand, but it was a scholarship for partner artists. Migi had applied with Faye as her partner. So if one was in trouble, the other would immediately forfeit the educational prize to a final year in their prestigious school.
Almost all scholarships were already closed to accepting anymore students, and the ones that had been left had taken their tests the day before. She and Faye helped each other. There was no other way. Not only as friends, but as partners in crime.
(Ring Ring Phone FX)
(Ring Ring Phone FX)
(Ring Ring Phone FX) "Hello?" Faye's voice was wrung with fatigue. Migi didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Hey Migi."
"Migi!" Faye immediately perked up to life, her speech more fast. "Where are you?! Are you okay?! Where's Artemis?!"
"Hey Faye ." Migi's throat closed in a bit. What was she supposed to say? That she was in jail and that she was scared, more than she had ever been in her whole life? "Faye .be careful."
She chocked out the words. Faye's stunned silence then nervous laugh was reassurance now that Migi knew that she had someone to depend on.
"Why should I be careful? You're the one that's being dragged around to who-knows-what-place! Where are you?"
".I'm-- - "
Migi chocked back a sob of sudden panic and concentrated on telling Faye that something was going to happen, that she had a very bad feeling about it, but apparently she wasn't successful. It took a while for her to calm herself down. She hunched over the phone booth and noted with disgust how her voice had become high and how pathetic she sounded, even to her own ears.
"I'm in- -"
She was suddenly cut off. Her eyes widened and her tears stopped in the middle of their race down her cheek. A voice behind her said: "Your time is up."
"You-" she whirled around and landed a punch in his jaw. Artemis reeled for the slightest instant, clearly shocked, and held a hand to his jaw. He had dropped the folder to the floor. Migi held a hand to her face.
"Sh*T! Artemis you bastard"
A policeman who had been standing by gently took Migi's arm and led her away from Artemis, who was standing, dumbfounded.
"It's alright," the man said comfortingly. "You get to have a call every three days. There's no need to worry. You'll be able to talk to your friend in no time."
Migi looked up at his kind face and smiled gratefully.
PHONE BOOTH AREA, WHERE ARTEMIS WAS SLAPPED
Artemis got the folder from the floor and sighed. The punch hadn't really hurt him seriously. He was stronger than her, and he could take those things. Artemis sighed again, this time a little angry. He was a sort of quick to anger, a trait he had received due to his childhood of getting whatever he wanted.
He gave a shake of his head. He picked up the nearest phone and dialed the phone company. He was going to cut off the phone line of Faye's house to get her to leave her home for just a short while.
A FEW MINUTES LATER, MIGI'S HOUSE UP ON THE HILL
"Yes, operator. Where was the phone call made?" Faye was on the phone talking to an operator to try to trace where Migi had called.
"Let's see," the operator said, her voice static-y on the other end. "The call came from a phone boot in a police post in-"
Then the line went dead. Just like that. The operator never got to finish her sentence. There was no sound at all coming from the receiving end of the phone. Faye frowned, getting at once suspicious. Jowy was out looking for more of his 'friends', and she was the only on in the house. There was nobody around for several kilometers. She had no means to contact anyone, much less be able to find Migi. She was going to have to reconnect the phone. She couldn't wait for Jowy. He just usually dropped by at around eleven in the night, tired and exhausted.
When Faye went out of the house an hour later, with her red hair blowing behind her, Artemis was waiting in a car behind a large tree, and to his right, on the passenger seat beside the driver's wheel, sat a few items that were going to help the plan sooner than Migi or Faye herself had ever suspected. A bag of Marijuana, obtained from the evidence room, candles, some spoons, marijuana leaves with stems, and of course, a duplicate key he had gotten from Migi when she had been unconscious.