Fowl Manor
Butler was in shock. Something that had only occurred three times in his life. But the other two where exceptional compared to this. Fairies, LEP, Root? It all came back to him like a jigsaw into place. He reached instinctively for the mirrored sunglasses Artemis had always insisted on him carrying around. "I don't know why exactly old friend, but I have a sneaking suspicion that we should always keep this with us." During those times Butler had secretly scoffed, but now. "Hold it mud man!" said Holly with the Mesmer, "I know what you're attempting to do! Sunglasses! The great Artemis Fowl still holds on to some memories, eh?" Butler wanted to shout out into the walkie-talkie but instead he knew that Artemis could see perfectly with the Camera that they had planted there before the hostage woke up. His only wish was that he was indeed looking at the screen.
Fowl Manor, Security room
Artemis unfortunately had logged off the screens but had the emergency option enabled. The option was quite clever. If the subject, in this case Butler, looked as though it was in danger on the screens, an alarm sounded and Artemis knew he should look at the screens. It could be activated if the user was not using the computer. Because even though humans may not be watching the screens the computer was. But fairy magic was better than technology and Holly was shielding and Butler was mesmerized. The Fowl boy was in fact looking through the internet searching for people's sites. But to his avail he found no Mulch Diggums. His brain kept telling him to look up Lance Digger though he had no idea why that would be. After several dead ends. He gave in to instinct and looked up Lance Digger. He saw several sites point him to the LA Police department. "Lance Digger was sure a notorious criminal," Artemis said, "But what's that got to do with one Mulch Diggums?" "Someone call me?" said a voice.
Fowl Manor, Grounds
Julius Root struggled up the winding trail up the isolated mountain. 'Sure the convict can do the gopher thing but the LEP is stuck on legs.' He thought. 'I wish I had a shuttle.' He sighed. It was a long time since he had done training at the force and his big belly quivered. It was a long way.
Butler was in shock. Something that had only occurred three times in his life. But the other two where exceptional compared to this. Fairies, LEP, Root? It all came back to him like a jigsaw into place. He reached instinctively for the mirrored sunglasses Artemis had always insisted on him carrying around. "I don't know why exactly old friend, but I have a sneaking suspicion that we should always keep this with us." During those times Butler had secretly scoffed, but now. "Hold it mud man!" said Holly with the Mesmer, "I know what you're attempting to do! Sunglasses! The great Artemis Fowl still holds on to some memories, eh?" Butler wanted to shout out into the walkie-talkie but instead he knew that Artemis could see perfectly with the Camera that they had planted there before the hostage woke up. His only wish was that he was indeed looking at the screen.
Fowl Manor, Security room
Artemis unfortunately had logged off the screens but had the emergency option enabled. The option was quite clever. If the subject, in this case Butler, looked as though it was in danger on the screens, an alarm sounded and Artemis knew he should look at the screens. It could be activated if the user was not using the computer. Because even though humans may not be watching the screens the computer was. But fairy magic was better than technology and Holly was shielding and Butler was mesmerized. The Fowl boy was in fact looking through the internet searching for people's sites. But to his avail he found no Mulch Diggums. His brain kept telling him to look up Lance Digger though he had no idea why that would be. After several dead ends. He gave in to instinct and looked up Lance Digger. He saw several sites point him to the LA Police department. "Lance Digger was sure a notorious criminal," Artemis said, "But what's that got to do with one Mulch Diggums?" "Someone call me?" said a voice.
Fowl Manor, Grounds
Julius Root struggled up the winding trail up the isolated mountain. 'Sure the convict can do the gopher thing but the LEP is stuck on legs.' He thought. 'I wish I had a shuttle.' He sighed. It was a long time since he had done training at the force and his big belly quivered. It was a long way.
