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Summary: Two years after the "Arctic Incident", Artemis Fowl, criminal mastermind, millionaire, genius, (And, possibly, sexy teenager *is smacked by FF.net Owner* HEY I CAN DREAM!!! *dreams* Ooohh...) is fifteen today. He gets the worst of surprises, however, when a new member of his staff attacks Juliet and he is pulled into LEP HQ for questioning--again. It seems the only way to catch a psycho after Fowl is to send a psycho after the first psycho. Or something like that.
WARNING: This fic is complete with guns, knives, explosions, fireballs, digested clay, kleptomaniacs, teenage crime lords, dragons, legends, hyped up elves, angry girls, angry guys, melodramatic speeches, crossbreeds, purebreds, OOCness, world domination plots, kung fu, centaurs, fairies, bad guys, and...psychotic grandmothers? For those of you looking for a Mary Sue fic with loads of fluff, waffiness, and "Oh I LOVE you, Artemis"--"I love you too, Holly"--"Oh, but we can't be together, because I'm a suspicious, overactive Munchkin, and..."--"I know, I'm a dashingly brilliant boy-wonder. It would disrupt the delicate balance between our two worlds"--"I just CAN'T leave you, Artemis"--"I'll never let you--"
Holly's C/N: I'M SURE THEY UNDERSTAND!!!!
What? Oh, sorry. Anyways, Romance (Or, just plain porn) readers are advised, no, wait, make that URGED to leave the vicinity IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS NOT ONLY NOT A DRILL, THIS IS--DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN--SOMETHING ACTUALLY WORTH READING!!!!!!
Artemis's C/N: Okay, I'm sure they get it. Can we begin?
Okay, one second...
Butler's C/N: *cracks knuckles loudly*
EEK! ON TO THE FIC!! *Looks at Butler's giant hands* Jeezus...
***
Fowl Manor, Ireland, Present Day
It was too quiet. Artemis tore himself away from his computer for two minutes to check on his mother. Thank God for summer, he told himself as he made his way through the hallways of Fowl Manor. I thought I'd never get out of Saint Bartleby's. It wasn't until he was in the main foyer that he stopped himself from continuing on to his parents' room.
Someone was outside.
Artemis looked around for any sign of Butler or Juliet. Where could they be? He made his way over to the door, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up as he reached out to turn the knob. In the years to come, when he played this memory back, he would regret not walking past the door and calling for his bodyguard right then and there.
"Hello," the old woman outside said as soon as he got the door open. "I am here fill in empty spot, as maid." She held up the ad and Artemis took it, examining it very carefully. It was authentic. Cut directly from the newspaper. No spots where alcohol might have splashed. No yellowed patches to suggest smoking. She was a clean person, at least on the inside.
"Might I inquire you name?" he asked, stepping aside to let her enter the Manor. When she made no move to come in, he cocked an eyebrow quizzically.
"My name is Shoa Lin," she told him. The name rolled off of her tongue easily. Either it was her real name, or she had practiced for hours. She seemed to be waiting for something.
"Why don't you come in?" he said. It was more of an inquisition than invitation, and, apparently, she knew that.
"Where I from," she answered, her voice heavy with the drawl of some other country, though Artemis could not recognize it, "we wait be invited. It is rude walk in, dropping your things wherever pleases you, without even verbal invitation."
Artemis recognized her accent now. Chinese, no doubt about it. "Would you like to come in?" he asked, his mind ticking away.
Her odd custom should have tipped him off. But, as it is often said, geniuses never have much common sense. She walked past him, tugging a tiny suitcase behind her and something should have clicked. But, alas, nothing. In years to come, he would regret this as well.
"Artemis?"
Juliet walked into the room, looking a bit ruffled. Butler followed closely behind, his glare burning a hole into the back of Juliet's impudent blonde head.
Artemis frowned at Juliet and handed Butler the newspaper ad. "And where have you two been?" he demanded, keeping a close watch on Shoa Lin to make sure she didn't steal anything that he wanted to keep.
"He's being a jerk," Juliet told him, pointing a slim finger at Butler. "This is the Nationals, a match between Ironfist Ike and Stiff-Neck Stevie, and all he wants to do is work." She folded her arms over her chest and grumbled, even as Artemis signaled to Shoa Lin.
"This is Shoa Lin. Show her around, Juliet," he said, narrowing his eyes when Juliet began to protest.
Juliet stomped over to Shoa Lin's side and took her hand, dragging her up the stairs and onto the second floor, glaring at Butler over her shoulder.
"You'd better tape it for me, you big ape!" she called out before disappearing from their sight.
Artemis faced Butler, frowning. "Anything?"
Butler had been examining the ad. "It could have been scrubbed clean, for all I can make of it." He waved the paper momentarily. "You do know what this could mean, right?"
"Yes," Artemis answered after a quick moment of consideration. "She could be a fairy." He and Butler made their way back to Artemis's room, completely forgetting about Mrs. Fowl.
Artemis took a moment to contemplate his options. Butler couldn't help but ask.
"Didn't Captain Short tell us that they had pulled surveillance out of Fowl Manor?"
Artemis was quiet for a moment. "I don't think we are entirely trustworthy as of yet." He drummed his fingers on his keyboard for a moment before logging on to the Internet. He would look into this...Shoa Lin.
***
The Lower Elements, Haven City, Police Plaza, Operations Booth
"These cases have been closed for years." Captain Holly Short was tired of this. She smoothed her auburn hair back with slim fingers and glared at Foaly the centaur.
"Remind me why we're looking into these dead cases again," she grumbled as she leaned on the back of his brand new swivel chair and watched him bring up old files.
"With all these new activist groups griping about 'Wrongfully Accused'," Foaly answered, "Commander Root is paranoid about locking up the wrong fairies."
Holly rolled her eyes. "The centaur who used to walk around with aluminum foil on his head is preaching about paranoia?"
Foaly winced. "That was two years ago, Holly. The Mud Men could have read my mind!" He brought up another case file, this one for murder. Gang War. "You'd think they'd just lock up all the goblins and dwarves. It'd save a lot of trouble." The goblins and dwarves would never stop, it seemed. He skipped on to the next file, barely gave it a glance, and brought up another.
"Wait," Holly said, gripping Foaly's shoulder instinctively. "Bring that last one up." A chill ran up along her spine as Foaly tapped some keys skillfully and brought the file up to full screen. The Gang War one. He was skipping that last one on purpose.
Foaly winced when Holly clipped the one of his ears with her knuckles. "That file was supposed to be deleted," he explained. "It's way too old. Expired!"
Holly wouldn't take no for an answer. "Bring it up," she ordered, digging her fingernail into the fleshy part of Foaly's right ear. Foaly did. A darkly tanned elf with blonde hair. "Chimaera Blaze. Murder, fraud, and a little bit of thievery." Holly didn't know what it was, but something about this person wasn't quite right. "Confined?" she asked, turning to look at Foaly. "No. Execution," Foaly answered. He brought up the second part of the file. "But it was never carried out. There was a revolution at the time and nobody knows what happened to her." He pointed to the screen. "See how old the file is? This was way before you and me, and, maybe, even Commander Root."
Holly read over the short description. "She was only caught once. And that was her last time. I'm glad the criminals aren't like that today." Something caught her eyes at the bottom of the screen. "Parents: Yvena Blaze and Munoth Blaze. The Elven Royals?"
For those unfamiliar with street legend in the Haven, the Elven Royals were the leaders of two gangs. The female elf, Yvena, was leading a holy war against dark elves, led by Munoth. In the end, Yvena and Munoth built a shaky truce called marriage. The dark elves slowly died out after this, for reasons unknown.
Foaly scratched his chin, obviously bored with the whole topic. "Yeah. After her father died, her mother gave her to Bludnife. I'm sure you've heard of him.
"Yes," Holly answered, recognizing the name of one of the last and most powerful dragons. "I read about him in my academy days. But why haven't I ever heard of Chimaera?"
"Because her name wasn't Chimaera at the time," Foaly told her smugly. "I ran a personal bio on her when I first found this file. You see, Chimaera changed her name three times. While she was married, Bludnife called her Chimaera. After she turned to a life of crime, she developed an unusual talent for camouflaging herself and called herself the Doppleganger, after a type of Mud Men's ideas of fairies."
Holly shook her head. "She does kind of ring a bell. The Doppleganger thing makes it a little clearer."
"That's not it," Foaly commented, typing down special codes. "This is...really bizarre."
Holly glanced at the screen. "What is it?"
Foaly pointed to a number on the screen. "This the number of how many kills she's made. As you can see, the number is growing." He looked at Holly, his expression unreadable. Holly watched the screen. Nothing.
And then.
29 slowly changed to 30.
"Call in Commander Root. He's going to want to see this."
Just then, the alarms went off. There was a fairy wreaking havoc above ground.
"I want the last surveillance camera we've got on the Fowl Manor, now," Holly ordered.
Foaly nodded. "Yes ma'am." He pulled up the camera view. "Might I ask why? I mean, I'll admit the camera in the gold coin idea was clever, but do you honestly think he could be behind this?"
"There's a dead fairy running around above ground," Holly grumbled, watching Artemis Fowl type at his computer, his loyal manservant, Butler, at his side, as always. "I don't know what to think."
Fowl Manor
Juliet guided Shoa Lin to the small bedroom. "This is where you'll sleep. You've been doing good so far, so don't push it by stealing anything," she warned. "I'd hate to have to body slam a little woman like you.
"Thank you for hospitality," Shoa Lin smiled. "It is good see that young girls still look out for older women." She motioned to the door and walls as Juliet set her suitcase on the bed. "Why pretty girl like you stay in big house like this? All alone except for men?"
"Oh, I'm not alone," Juliet answered, flipping blonde tresses over her shoulder. "Mrs. Fowl's here. And, anyway, it's not like I can really leave."
"Why can Juliet not leave?" Shoa Lin asked angrily. Juliet could smell a feminist rant coming. "Pretty girl Juliet can do anything she puts pretty mind to." She nodded vigorously, as if agreeing with herself.
Juliet couldn't help but laugh at the funny little woman. "I dunno why I can't leave," she admitted. "We Butlers have always worked for the Fowls. I guess we're obligated to stay. It goes way back."
"Ah, yes, always women work for men. You don't see big man Butler make beds or wash dishes," Shoa Lin told her bitterly. "Afraid get his hands clean." She nodded again.
"You're probably right," Juliet said. "And why can't Artemis make his own sandwiches." She became thoughtful for a moment. "But I'm just one girl in this line of work. I have to take care of Mrs. Fowl. Butler watches Artemis. I know that's the way it is, but, just once I'd like to be out there, fighting toe-to-toe, bashing heads and taking care of someone who actually goes places." She didn't see the glint in Shoa Lin's eye.
"Maybe can take care of Artemis after all," Shoa Lin smiled.
Artemis printed out the sheet of paper and looked it over. "It all looks authentic," he told Butler, frowning. "She'd have to rewire the whole Internet to have made this up. Either that, or just appear out of thin air."
Butler nodded. "It's official then. She must be a fairy."
"Not like any fairy we've ever encountered before," Artemis pointed out. "She must be hundreds of years old."
"Either that," Butler admitted, "or she can disguise her true appearance."
Artemis waved the idea away. "No fairy can do that. It'd take a substantial amount of power to preform such a feat. But to keep it up through the entire day? Impossible. It couldn't be accomplished even if the fairy were running hot."
"Then we can rule out that the LEP is keeping surveillance on us?" Butler asked. "It seems highly unlikely that they'd send a little old fairy over to keep tabs on us."
Police Plaza
Holly listened patiently as Commander Root ranted and raved, pounding on his desk and crushing cigars into pulp with his teeth. Another hour of this and that loose fairy could take out an entire city.
"I can't believe she just slipped through our fingers!" Root bellowed. "How could the Doppleganger still be alive?"
Holly stopped Foaly before he made any smart remarks. "We're not sure, sir," she answered. "But, we do know that if we don't pull that fairy out of there and back down here, she could tear the upper world apart.
Commander Root slowly calmed down. "Right. Foaly, get a tag on this fairy. Holly, you're sitting this one out. I want Kelp in there this time."
"Trouble?" Holly's mouth fell open. "What? But, Commander, why?"
Root's glare bounded over onto Foaly. "You didn't tell her?
Foaly shifted uneasily. "I didn't think she needed to know."
Holly looked from one to the other. "Oh, no. I'm not sitting by like a punished child fairy. You two have GOT to tell me whatever it is you didn't think you needed to."
"We don't have to tell you anything, Captain," Root snapped at her. One look at her face told him she wasn't going to give up so easily. He sighed before having Foaly bring up the file on Chimaera Blaze, the Doppleganger. "The third page tells you about her killing techniques. She killed and took on the appearance of her victims."
Holly was silent for a moment. "And...why shouldn't I know about this?"
"She could only take the appearance of women," Foaly answered. "And then used this appearance to hunt down her victims. Her victims were always young boys. Rich...young boys"
Holly nearly fell. Instead, she looked at Commander Root, daring him to defy her. "Commander...I need the fastest way to the Fowl Manor. And I need it yesterday."
***
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha! I am EVIL! *runs around with a blanket tied around her shoulders, chanting* EVIL EVIL EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!
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Summary: Two years after the "Arctic Incident", Artemis Fowl, criminal mastermind, millionaire, genius, (And, possibly, sexy teenager *is smacked by FF.net Owner* HEY I CAN DREAM!!! *dreams* Ooohh...) is fifteen today. He gets the worst of surprises, however, when a new member of his staff attacks Juliet and he is pulled into LEP HQ for questioning--again. It seems the only way to catch a psycho after Fowl is to send a psycho after the first psycho. Or something like that.
WARNING: This fic is complete with guns, knives, explosions, fireballs, digested clay, kleptomaniacs, teenage crime lords, dragons, legends, hyped up elves, angry girls, angry guys, melodramatic speeches, crossbreeds, purebreds, OOCness, world domination plots, kung fu, centaurs, fairies, bad guys, and...psychotic grandmothers? For those of you looking for a Mary Sue fic with loads of fluff, waffiness, and "Oh I LOVE you, Artemis"--"I love you too, Holly"--"Oh, but we can't be together, because I'm a suspicious, overactive Munchkin, and..."--"I know, I'm a dashingly brilliant boy-wonder. It would disrupt the delicate balance between our two worlds"--"I just CAN'T leave you, Artemis"--"I'll never let you--"
Holly's C/N: I'M SURE THEY UNDERSTAND!!!!
What? Oh, sorry. Anyways, Romance (Or, just plain porn) readers are advised, no, wait, make that URGED to leave the vicinity IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS NOT ONLY NOT A DRILL, THIS IS--DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN--SOMETHING ACTUALLY WORTH READING!!!!!!
Artemis's C/N: Okay, I'm sure they get it. Can we begin?
Okay, one second...
Butler's C/N: *cracks knuckles loudly*
EEK! ON TO THE FIC!! *Looks at Butler's giant hands* Jeezus...
***
Fowl Manor, Ireland, Present Day
It was too quiet. Artemis tore himself away from his computer for two minutes to check on his mother. Thank God for summer, he told himself as he made his way through the hallways of Fowl Manor. I thought I'd never get out of Saint Bartleby's. It wasn't until he was in the main foyer that he stopped himself from continuing on to his parents' room.
Someone was outside.
Artemis looked around for any sign of Butler or Juliet. Where could they be? He made his way over to the door, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up as he reached out to turn the knob. In the years to come, when he played this memory back, he would regret not walking past the door and calling for his bodyguard right then and there.
"Hello," the old woman outside said as soon as he got the door open. "I am here fill in empty spot, as maid." She held up the ad and Artemis took it, examining it very carefully. It was authentic. Cut directly from the newspaper. No spots where alcohol might have splashed. No yellowed patches to suggest smoking. She was a clean person, at least on the inside.
"Might I inquire you name?" he asked, stepping aside to let her enter the Manor. When she made no move to come in, he cocked an eyebrow quizzically.
"My name is Shoa Lin," she told him. The name rolled off of her tongue easily. Either it was her real name, or she had practiced for hours. She seemed to be waiting for something.
"Why don't you come in?" he said. It was more of an inquisition than invitation, and, apparently, she knew that.
"Where I from," she answered, her voice heavy with the drawl of some other country, though Artemis could not recognize it, "we wait be invited. It is rude walk in, dropping your things wherever pleases you, without even verbal invitation."
Artemis recognized her accent now. Chinese, no doubt about it. "Would you like to come in?" he asked, his mind ticking away.
Her odd custom should have tipped him off. But, as it is often said, geniuses never have much common sense. She walked past him, tugging a tiny suitcase behind her and something should have clicked. But, alas, nothing. In years to come, he would regret this as well.
"Artemis?"
Juliet walked into the room, looking a bit ruffled. Butler followed closely behind, his glare burning a hole into the back of Juliet's impudent blonde head.
Artemis frowned at Juliet and handed Butler the newspaper ad. "And where have you two been?" he demanded, keeping a close watch on Shoa Lin to make sure she didn't steal anything that he wanted to keep.
"He's being a jerk," Juliet told him, pointing a slim finger at Butler. "This is the Nationals, a match between Ironfist Ike and Stiff-Neck Stevie, and all he wants to do is work." She folded her arms over her chest and grumbled, even as Artemis signaled to Shoa Lin.
"This is Shoa Lin. Show her around, Juliet," he said, narrowing his eyes when Juliet began to protest.
Juliet stomped over to Shoa Lin's side and took her hand, dragging her up the stairs and onto the second floor, glaring at Butler over her shoulder.
"You'd better tape it for me, you big ape!" she called out before disappearing from their sight.
Artemis faced Butler, frowning. "Anything?"
Butler had been examining the ad. "It could have been scrubbed clean, for all I can make of it." He waved the paper momentarily. "You do know what this could mean, right?"
"Yes," Artemis answered after a quick moment of consideration. "She could be a fairy." He and Butler made their way back to Artemis's room, completely forgetting about Mrs. Fowl.
Artemis took a moment to contemplate his options. Butler couldn't help but ask.
"Didn't Captain Short tell us that they had pulled surveillance out of Fowl Manor?"
Artemis was quiet for a moment. "I don't think we are entirely trustworthy as of yet." He drummed his fingers on his keyboard for a moment before logging on to the Internet. He would look into this...Shoa Lin.
***
The Lower Elements, Haven City, Police Plaza, Operations Booth
"These cases have been closed for years." Captain Holly Short was tired of this. She smoothed her auburn hair back with slim fingers and glared at Foaly the centaur.
"Remind me why we're looking into these dead cases again," she grumbled as she leaned on the back of his brand new swivel chair and watched him bring up old files.
"With all these new activist groups griping about 'Wrongfully Accused'," Foaly answered, "Commander Root is paranoid about locking up the wrong fairies."
Holly rolled her eyes. "The centaur who used to walk around with aluminum foil on his head is preaching about paranoia?"
Foaly winced. "That was two years ago, Holly. The Mud Men could have read my mind!" He brought up another case file, this one for murder. Gang War. "You'd think they'd just lock up all the goblins and dwarves. It'd save a lot of trouble." The goblins and dwarves would never stop, it seemed. He skipped on to the next file, barely gave it a glance, and brought up another.
"Wait," Holly said, gripping Foaly's shoulder instinctively. "Bring that last one up." A chill ran up along her spine as Foaly tapped some keys skillfully and brought the file up to full screen. The Gang War one. He was skipping that last one on purpose.
Foaly winced when Holly clipped the one of his ears with her knuckles. "That file was supposed to be deleted," he explained. "It's way too old. Expired!"
Holly wouldn't take no for an answer. "Bring it up," she ordered, digging her fingernail into the fleshy part of Foaly's right ear. Foaly did. A darkly tanned elf with blonde hair. "Chimaera Blaze. Murder, fraud, and a little bit of thievery." Holly didn't know what it was, but something about this person wasn't quite right. "Confined?" she asked, turning to look at Foaly. "No. Execution," Foaly answered. He brought up the second part of the file. "But it was never carried out. There was a revolution at the time and nobody knows what happened to her." He pointed to the screen. "See how old the file is? This was way before you and me, and, maybe, even Commander Root."
Holly read over the short description. "She was only caught once. And that was her last time. I'm glad the criminals aren't like that today." Something caught her eyes at the bottom of the screen. "Parents: Yvena Blaze and Munoth Blaze. The Elven Royals?"
For those unfamiliar with street legend in the Haven, the Elven Royals were the leaders of two gangs. The female elf, Yvena, was leading a holy war against dark elves, led by Munoth. In the end, Yvena and Munoth built a shaky truce called marriage. The dark elves slowly died out after this, for reasons unknown.
Foaly scratched his chin, obviously bored with the whole topic. "Yeah. After her father died, her mother gave her to Bludnife. I'm sure you've heard of him.
"Yes," Holly answered, recognizing the name of one of the last and most powerful dragons. "I read about him in my academy days. But why haven't I ever heard of Chimaera?"
"Because her name wasn't Chimaera at the time," Foaly told her smugly. "I ran a personal bio on her when I first found this file. You see, Chimaera changed her name three times. While she was married, Bludnife called her Chimaera. After she turned to a life of crime, she developed an unusual talent for camouflaging herself and called herself the Doppleganger, after a type of Mud Men's ideas of fairies."
Holly shook her head. "She does kind of ring a bell. The Doppleganger thing makes it a little clearer."
"That's not it," Foaly commented, typing down special codes. "This is...really bizarre."
Holly glanced at the screen. "What is it?"
Foaly pointed to a number on the screen. "This the number of how many kills she's made. As you can see, the number is growing." He looked at Holly, his expression unreadable. Holly watched the screen. Nothing.
And then.
29 slowly changed to 30.
"Call in Commander Root. He's going to want to see this."
Just then, the alarms went off. There was a fairy wreaking havoc above ground.
"I want the last surveillance camera we've got on the Fowl Manor, now," Holly ordered.
Foaly nodded. "Yes ma'am." He pulled up the camera view. "Might I ask why? I mean, I'll admit the camera in the gold coin idea was clever, but do you honestly think he could be behind this?"
"There's a dead fairy running around above ground," Holly grumbled, watching Artemis Fowl type at his computer, his loyal manservant, Butler, at his side, as always. "I don't know what to think."
Fowl Manor
Juliet guided Shoa Lin to the small bedroom. "This is where you'll sleep. You've been doing good so far, so don't push it by stealing anything," she warned. "I'd hate to have to body slam a little woman like you.
"Thank you for hospitality," Shoa Lin smiled. "It is good see that young girls still look out for older women." She motioned to the door and walls as Juliet set her suitcase on the bed. "Why pretty girl like you stay in big house like this? All alone except for men?"
"Oh, I'm not alone," Juliet answered, flipping blonde tresses over her shoulder. "Mrs. Fowl's here. And, anyway, it's not like I can really leave."
"Why can Juliet not leave?" Shoa Lin asked angrily. Juliet could smell a feminist rant coming. "Pretty girl Juliet can do anything she puts pretty mind to." She nodded vigorously, as if agreeing with herself.
Juliet couldn't help but laugh at the funny little woman. "I dunno why I can't leave," she admitted. "We Butlers have always worked for the Fowls. I guess we're obligated to stay. It goes way back."
"Ah, yes, always women work for men. You don't see big man Butler make beds or wash dishes," Shoa Lin told her bitterly. "Afraid get his hands clean." She nodded again.
"You're probably right," Juliet said. "And why can't Artemis make his own sandwiches." She became thoughtful for a moment. "But I'm just one girl in this line of work. I have to take care of Mrs. Fowl. Butler watches Artemis. I know that's the way it is, but, just once I'd like to be out there, fighting toe-to-toe, bashing heads and taking care of someone who actually goes places." She didn't see the glint in Shoa Lin's eye.
"Maybe can take care of Artemis after all," Shoa Lin smiled.
Artemis printed out the sheet of paper and looked it over. "It all looks authentic," he told Butler, frowning. "She'd have to rewire the whole Internet to have made this up. Either that, or just appear out of thin air."
Butler nodded. "It's official then. She must be a fairy."
"Not like any fairy we've ever encountered before," Artemis pointed out. "She must be hundreds of years old."
"Either that," Butler admitted, "or she can disguise her true appearance."
Artemis waved the idea away. "No fairy can do that. It'd take a substantial amount of power to preform such a feat. But to keep it up through the entire day? Impossible. It couldn't be accomplished even if the fairy were running hot."
"Then we can rule out that the LEP is keeping surveillance on us?" Butler asked. "It seems highly unlikely that they'd send a little old fairy over to keep tabs on us."
Police Plaza
Holly listened patiently as Commander Root ranted and raved, pounding on his desk and crushing cigars into pulp with his teeth. Another hour of this and that loose fairy could take out an entire city.
"I can't believe she just slipped through our fingers!" Root bellowed. "How could the Doppleganger still be alive?"
Holly stopped Foaly before he made any smart remarks. "We're not sure, sir," she answered. "But, we do know that if we don't pull that fairy out of there and back down here, she could tear the upper world apart.
Commander Root slowly calmed down. "Right. Foaly, get a tag on this fairy. Holly, you're sitting this one out. I want Kelp in there this time."
"Trouble?" Holly's mouth fell open. "What? But, Commander, why?"
Root's glare bounded over onto Foaly. "You didn't tell her?
Foaly shifted uneasily. "I didn't think she needed to know."
Holly looked from one to the other. "Oh, no. I'm not sitting by like a punished child fairy. You two have GOT to tell me whatever it is you didn't think you needed to."
"We don't have to tell you anything, Captain," Root snapped at her. One look at her face told him she wasn't going to give up so easily. He sighed before having Foaly bring up the file on Chimaera Blaze, the Doppleganger. "The third page tells you about her killing techniques. She killed and took on the appearance of her victims."
Holly was silent for a moment. "And...why shouldn't I know about this?"
"She could only take the appearance of women," Foaly answered. "And then used this appearance to hunt down her victims. Her victims were always young boys. Rich...young boys"
Holly nearly fell. Instead, she looked at Commander Root, daring him to defy her. "Commander...I need the fastest way to the Fowl Manor. And I need it yesterday."
***
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha! I am EVIL! *runs around with a blanket tied around her shoulders, chanting* EVIL EVIL EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!
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