Myth Or Truth?
Hiya, guys! Tut, tut, I SAID 7 reviews! But, since I'm such a good mood, I'll give you the next chapter anyway. But THIS time I REQUIRE 10 reviews!! Muahahhahahahahahaha!!!
On the private jet: (what makes you think that Artemis FOWL would take a common plane with common personages?)
Artemis frowned, a normal face expression for him, while he was absorbed in his thoughts. Butler and Juliet both flinched as if they had been dealt a blow. But a blow they could've avoided. They couldn't avoid the Master's bad moods and storms. When the Master was unhappy, he made his lowers even unhappier, with his contagious mood, and orders, even more snappish and irritable than usual.
"What is it, Artemis?" asked Butler concernedly. Artemis was like a little cousin to him. Albeit one that didn't put toads in his bed, but still. "Your father?" Then, he winced at his own stupidity. He mentally berated himself for being so insensitive. Juliet would kill him for saying that.
Artemis didn't know yet, but the doctors were saying that his father wasn't going to survive. All the major frostbite hadn't done him any good. They were considering putting him on life support. Turning him into a vegetable, less verbally endowed children would have put it. The Master, of course, would think of some, virtuoso way of putting it.
Artemis turned, his eyebrows raised questioningly. "My father?" he inquired, rather testily, Butler thought as his sweat glands began to work overtime for what he thought would be another searching questioning.
"Artemis, I've been meaning to tell you this but-" he began, but instantaneously broke off with one look at Artemis' expression.
Artemis' normal aspect, a cross between a scowl and a glare, the worst of both, Butler sometimes felt, changed to one of complete blandness, with just a hint of annoyance.
"What is it, Butler?" he asked, forcing calm into his voice, and just a slight dose of boredom. It wouldn't do Butler any good to know that he was. . He was what, afraid? Artemis laughed dryly inside at the notion. But his heart was leaping into his throat. His father. . What of him?
Butler swallowed convulsively, and, for the first time since his appointment as bodyguard to Artemis, regretted volunteering for the job. It wasn't that he didn't like Artemis. It was the fact that his mother chose Butler for the job of bringing unhappy news to him. Artemis was never at his best with bad news.
"Your father's condition is shaky, and has become even more unstable than anything they should be able to contain, even with the, ah," he coughed lightly. "Encouragement that we've given them." The "Endorsement" had been a sizable amount of money that Artemis had been surprisingly easy-minded about parting with, strangely enough. He privately suspected that, after this venture, a couple of doctors would have to be beaten up. He grinned wickedly.
Their plane began bumping slightly, and Artemis straightened as he stood. They had arrived.
LEP HQ:
"Hey there, eh, Captain Short." Chix leaned against her cubicle entrance, striking what she suspected he thought a handsome pose. She didn't bother to make her voice gentle, or kind. She used the "Mulch" voice that kept Foaly quaking from the last time he had teased her about having a crush on a certain pale Mud Boy.
"Get out of my way, Verbil." She said impatiently. "Root said that I was to meet him AT THIS HOUR." She heavily accented those particular words. Chix merely smirked. "Oh, ol' Beetroot? I'm sure he won't mind if you drop in a few minutes late." Holly rolled her eyes. "Just. Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now. Idiot." She spelled it out for him, slowly, so even he could understand, and added a few words that really told him exactly what her opinion of him was.
She packed him off, swearing heavily, even more heavily than she had, a few minutes ago. "SHORT!" blared a loud voice in her ear. She jumped and about- faced. Commander Root stood before her, his face an ugly shade of magenta, clashing with his neon orange uniform.
"What did I just hear you say, Captain?" he asked slowly, turning even more purple. Holly reddened, a shade to match "Beetroot", his nickname that also was coincidental with his choice in clothing. He had the sense of fashion of a beetroot. Made a lot of sense. It was true as well.
"Nothing, Commander." She said, unconsciously straightening. He sighed. "What am I supposed to do with you, Holly? You don't even bother to get along with the LEP officers-" "Most of which spend their time looking at a bunch of magazines that tell them how to attract someone!" she snapped, forgetting who she was arguing with. "Why couldn't you just-"
This time, it was the commander's turn to interrupt her, which he did, with great glee. "No, Captain, we are NOT about to get a female department. Look at YOUR record. Two failed assignments. In a row. Not to mention you cause havoc in the LEP all by yourself. You don't need any help from a bunch of giggling bimbos. We give you a few more decades, the LEP is going to fall apart anyway." He added thoughtfully, scratching his nearly bald head.
"Out of 6,531 assignments, I fail TWO. Big deal." she fired snappishly. She was just SO tired of the female stereotype that everyone seemed to just LOVE to inflict her with. Even that stupid Mud Boy.
"No back talk!" barked the commander. Holly lowered her gaze, and spent her time glaring at the floor, which had about the same effect that glaring at the commander would've given her.
"Now," said the commander, when he had managed to calm down, and led her to his office, where he sat down, and gestured for her to stand again when she tried to take a seat. "You know anything about the mission? I know the lower levels gossip a lot." He added, face turning red again.
Holly shook her head. "No, nothing." She said innocently, face open and friendly. Root glowered. "Alright, Short. Fifty gold coins if you tell me what they told you." Holly's mouth remained clamped shut. Root cursed and tossed her two large gold coins.
She smirked. Ever since they had docked her pay for half a decade, she had been paid by Root to tell him gossip. Fifty per news. More money than she'd ever earn just from her normal job had come pouring in. "They say something about going above ground." She told him truthfully. "And," she hesitated. Root began to glower again, so she hastily finished her sentence. "Artemis Fowl."
"They're right." He retorted, lighting a particularly noxious cigar. He cursed. "Where do they get their sources?" "Don't know, sir." Replied Holly, her face again open and friendly. Root snorted. "Fine," he spat, "we'll leave that topic alone. Now about Artemis Fowl."
"What about him, sir?" Though she thought him a bit too clever for anyone's good, Holly was actually very fond of the little brat. Or rather, she amended, as she remembered exactly how tall "the little brat" had been the last time she had seen him. Fine, she thought to her rebellious mind, the BIG brat.
Root grumbled miserably. "He's been spotted on a jet to Greece." He finally managed. Holly caught her breath in the middle of a yawn. "And who do we know is in Greece, mean, and will paralyze any LEP she sets her eyes on?" Holly moaned. "Don't tell me this is my mission!" she groaned. Root rested his eyes on her, perfectly serious.
"Go and neutralize the Medusa."
Ooh. Nice mission, huh? This is going to set them on a crash course. But what's the big surprise? Well, I'll tell you. Chapter 3 OR 4. Depends in how good a mood I am. *grin grin* I have a hint for you: R-E-V-I-E- W!!!!!!!!! Okies? NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!! *smirk*
Luv Y'all,
~Trisani
Hiya, guys! Tut, tut, I SAID 7 reviews! But, since I'm such a good mood, I'll give you the next chapter anyway. But THIS time I REQUIRE 10 reviews!! Muahahhahahahahahaha!!!
On the private jet: (what makes you think that Artemis FOWL would take a common plane with common personages?)
Artemis frowned, a normal face expression for him, while he was absorbed in his thoughts. Butler and Juliet both flinched as if they had been dealt a blow. But a blow they could've avoided. They couldn't avoid the Master's bad moods and storms. When the Master was unhappy, he made his lowers even unhappier, with his contagious mood, and orders, even more snappish and irritable than usual.
"What is it, Artemis?" asked Butler concernedly. Artemis was like a little cousin to him. Albeit one that didn't put toads in his bed, but still. "Your father?" Then, he winced at his own stupidity. He mentally berated himself for being so insensitive. Juliet would kill him for saying that.
Artemis didn't know yet, but the doctors were saying that his father wasn't going to survive. All the major frostbite hadn't done him any good. They were considering putting him on life support. Turning him into a vegetable, less verbally endowed children would have put it. The Master, of course, would think of some, virtuoso way of putting it.
Artemis turned, his eyebrows raised questioningly. "My father?" he inquired, rather testily, Butler thought as his sweat glands began to work overtime for what he thought would be another searching questioning.
"Artemis, I've been meaning to tell you this but-" he began, but instantaneously broke off with one look at Artemis' expression.
Artemis' normal aspect, a cross between a scowl and a glare, the worst of both, Butler sometimes felt, changed to one of complete blandness, with just a hint of annoyance.
"What is it, Butler?" he asked, forcing calm into his voice, and just a slight dose of boredom. It wouldn't do Butler any good to know that he was. . He was what, afraid? Artemis laughed dryly inside at the notion. But his heart was leaping into his throat. His father. . What of him?
Butler swallowed convulsively, and, for the first time since his appointment as bodyguard to Artemis, regretted volunteering for the job. It wasn't that he didn't like Artemis. It was the fact that his mother chose Butler for the job of bringing unhappy news to him. Artemis was never at his best with bad news.
"Your father's condition is shaky, and has become even more unstable than anything they should be able to contain, even with the, ah," he coughed lightly. "Encouragement that we've given them." The "Endorsement" had been a sizable amount of money that Artemis had been surprisingly easy-minded about parting with, strangely enough. He privately suspected that, after this venture, a couple of doctors would have to be beaten up. He grinned wickedly.
Their plane began bumping slightly, and Artemis straightened as he stood. They had arrived.
LEP HQ:
"Hey there, eh, Captain Short." Chix leaned against her cubicle entrance, striking what she suspected he thought a handsome pose. She didn't bother to make her voice gentle, or kind. She used the "Mulch" voice that kept Foaly quaking from the last time he had teased her about having a crush on a certain pale Mud Boy.
"Get out of my way, Verbil." She said impatiently. "Root said that I was to meet him AT THIS HOUR." She heavily accented those particular words. Chix merely smirked. "Oh, ol' Beetroot? I'm sure he won't mind if you drop in a few minutes late." Holly rolled her eyes. "Just. Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now. Idiot." She spelled it out for him, slowly, so even he could understand, and added a few words that really told him exactly what her opinion of him was.
She packed him off, swearing heavily, even more heavily than she had, a few minutes ago. "SHORT!" blared a loud voice in her ear. She jumped and about- faced. Commander Root stood before her, his face an ugly shade of magenta, clashing with his neon orange uniform.
"What did I just hear you say, Captain?" he asked slowly, turning even more purple. Holly reddened, a shade to match "Beetroot", his nickname that also was coincidental with his choice in clothing. He had the sense of fashion of a beetroot. Made a lot of sense. It was true as well.
"Nothing, Commander." She said, unconsciously straightening. He sighed. "What am I supposed to do with you, Holly? You don't even bother to get along with the LEP officers-" "Most of which spend their time looking at a bunch of magazines that tell them how to attract someone!" she snapped, forgetting who she was arguing with. "Why couldn't you just-"
This time, it was the commander's turn to interrupt her, which he did, with great glee. "No, Captain, we are NOT about to get a female department. Look at YOUR record. Two failed assignments. In a row. Not to mention you cause havoc in the LEP all by yourself. You don't need any help from a bunch of giggling bimbos. We give you a few more decades, the LEP is going to fall apart anyway." He added thoughtfully, scratching his nearly bald head.
"Out of 6,531 assignments, I fail TWO. Big deal." she fired snappishly. She was just SO tired of the female stereotype that everyone seemed to just LOVE to inflict her with. Even that stupid Mud Boy.
"No back talk!" barked the commander. Holly lowered her gaze, and spent her time glaring at the floor, which had about the same effect that glaring at the commander would've given her.
"Now," said the commander, when he had managed to calm down, and led her to his office, where he sat down, and gestured for her to stand again when she tried to take a seat. "You know anything about the mission? I know the lower levels gossip a lot." He added, face turning red again.
Holly shook her head. "No, nothing." She said innocently, face open and friendly. Root glowered. "Alright, Short. Fifty gold coins if you tell me what they told you." Holly's mouth remained clamped shut. Root cursed and tossed her two large gold coins.
She smirked. Ever since they had docked her pay for half a decade, she had been paid by Root to tell him gossip. Fifty per news. More money than she'd ever earn just from her normal job had come pouring in. "They say something about going above ground." She told him truthfully. "And," she hesitated. Root began to glower again, so she hastily finished her sentence. "Artemis Fowl."
"They're right." He retorted, lighting a particularly noxious cigar. He cursed. "Where do they get their sources?" "Don't know, sir." Replied Holly, her face again open and friendly. Root snorted. "Fine," he spat, "we'll leave that topic alone. Now about Artemis Fowl."
"What about him, sir?" Though she thought him a bit too clever for anyone's good, Holly was actually very fond of the little brat. Or rather, she amended, as she remembered exactly how tall "the little brat" had been the last time she had seen him. Fine, she thought to her rebellious mind, the BIG brat.
Root grumbled miserably. "He's been spotted on a jet to Greece." He finally managed. Holly caught her breath in the middle of a yawn. "And who do we know is in Greece, mean, and will paralyze any LEP she sets her eyes on?" Holly moaned. "Don't tell me this is my mission!" she groaned. Root rested his eyes on her, perfectly serious.
"Go and neutralize the Medusa."
Ooh. Nice mission, huh? This is going to set them on a crash course. But what's the big surprise? Well, I'll tell you. Chapter 3 OR 4. Depends in how good a mood I am. *grin grin* I have a hint for you: R-E-V-I-E- W!!!!!!!!! Okies? NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!! *smirk*
Luv Y'all,
~Trisani