He drifted slowly into sleep.
A slight breeze pushed through his room, seemingly pushing his door open.
Artemis walked to the restroom to get some water, that's when he saw the shadow.
Gliding in barely perceptible movements across the downstairs floor, was a shadow too big to be Pfeiffer and too small to be Butler or anyone else.
Instinctively, Artemis grasped a lamp and carried it down stairs with him. He crouched behind a corner, gripping the lamp tightly.
As the shadow came around the bend, Artemis waited until a part of the invader was visible, then, he brought the heavy lamp crashing down on their head, knocking them to the floor. He leaned in for a closer look to see that the intruder was none other than Mulch Diggums.
"Diggums?" Artemis asked unbelievingly.
"You were expecting the President, maybe? Of course its me."
Mulch stood up, rubbing his bruised head.
"Why are you here?"
Mulch glared at him, "Now why would I want to tell you anything after you broke a light over my poor head?"
Artemis smiled coldly, a light that didn't reach his eyes, "If I wake Butler up, you're going to get a many more things damaged than your 'poor head.'"
Mulch's eyes narrowed, "All right," he replied softly, "The council thinks you are far too dangerous to let live. Almost half of them have voted for your quiet disposal. However, it takes a 2/3 vote for them to dispose of a human threat to the fairy relm. You had better hope that they don't vote that way, Fowl. Otherwise, I wouldn't bet dirt on your survival."
Mulch started to go the other way, when Artemis stopped him, "How can I change their minds, Diggums?"
Mulch turned, "You can't. Even I know what a danger you are."
"Mulch! I know that I am a danger, but, how can I prove that this danger won't assert itself against the fairies? At least not in an exposure kind of way."
Mulch raised his eyebrows and walked through the door, halfway out he paused and said, "There's not much you can do, Fowl. Except, be a good little boy and give up your criminal ways of life and pretending you are not a genius."
'That's not likely.' Thought Artemis.
He started to ask Mulch another question, only to find that Mulch had flown the coop, again.
A slight breeze pushed through his room, seemingly pushing his door open.
Artemis walked to the restroom to get some water, that's when he saw the shadow.
Gliding in barely perceptible movements across the downstairs floor, was a shadow too big to be Pfeiffer and too small to be Butler or anyone else.
Instinctively, Artemis grasped a lamp and carried it down stairs with him. He crouched behind a corner, gripping the lamp tightly.
As the shadow came around the bend, Artemis waited until a part of the invader was visible, then, he brought the heavy lamp crashing down on their head, knocking them to the floor. He leaned in for a closer look to see that the intruder was none other than Mulch Diggums.
"Diggums?" Artemis asked unbelievingly.
"You were expecting the President, maybe? Of course its me."
Mulch stood up, rubbing his bruised head.
"Why are you here?"
Mulch glared at him, "Now why would I want to tell you anything after you broke a light over my poor head?"
Artemis smiled coldly, a light that didn't reach his eyes, "If I wake Butler up, you're going to get a many more things damaged than your 'poor head.'"
Mulch's eyes narrowed, "All right," he replied softly, "The council thinks you are far too dangerous to let live. Almost half of them have voted for your quiet disposal. However, it takes a 2/3 vote for them to dispose of a human threat to the fairy relm. You had better hope that they don't vote that way, Fowl. Otherwise, I wouldn't bet dirt on your survival."
Mulch started to go the other way, when Artemis stopped him, "How can I change their minds, Diggums?"
Mulch turned, "You can't. Even I know what a danger you are."
"Mulch! I know that I am a danger, but, how can I prove that this danger won't assert itself against the fairies? At least not in an exposure kind of way."
Mulch raised his eyebrows and walked through the door, halfway out he paused and said, "There's not much you can do, Fowl. Except, be a good little boy and give up your criminal ways of life and pretending you are not a genius."
'That's not likely.' Thought Artemis.
He started to ask Mulch another question, only to find that Mulch had flown the coop, again.
