Fowl Manor

Commander Root stepped cautiously through the darkness. It was just as if he was back in the academy. He was a young, foolish elf back then and had almost caused a death in his early years. After that incident, he promised to himself that he would always go by the handbook to save lives. That one was battered enough over the Artemis Fowl days but now, he was stepping into enemy lines with no idea how the events would play out. Squinting into the blackness he thought he saw the massive magnitude of the Bodyguard but it could just be a shadow. He decided to take chance and fired a customized rifle he had chosen for this particular venture. Silence. He had missed. He heard another sound as well. He had heard it fire in too many occasions not to know what it was. It was a neutrino. And before he even had a chance, he was hit and lying on the ground, consciousness slipping away rapidly. He saw Butler in front of him squatting like a buzzard. Root fired. The manservant was surprised and backed away from the laser. "You'll never get away with this!" Root screamed, "You'll never get to keep Holly over my dead body!" "We'll see about that, commander." And with that remark Root fainted.

Head Generalissimo's Office, Atlantis

John was looking outside the window. He had had better days. True, he had gotten rid of one of his most persistent enemies, but the whole iceberg wasn't visible yet. He would first launch five attacks. And the first was already in process. He snorted. The general couldn't believe that the Atlantian Commander had actually believed his lie to borrow the clone machine. Saying that it was for the promotion of more abundant soldiers. It was indeed for abundance of something, but it certainly wasn't fairies. He heard a scream. John only glanced at the CCs he had placed over the building. It wasn't that serious it was only Corporal Nimroddus. He made such a fuss about everything. He spoke into the mike, "What is it now, Corporal?" "We're out of pudding, sir. And you know how you like pudding." "So go to the store and buy some. Honestly, how did you ever get past private?" Nimroddus blinked. "Of course sir. To the store, sir. That must why you're-" "A general while you're not. Yes, yes just get out of my sight before the thing that happened to Opposite Wendell happens to you." "Yes sir." He scurried off. That man was thicker than a stink worm. He should be demoted. Unfortunately demotion was restricted to Commanders. Something he would remedy before long. He paused. Nothing was heard. Nothing not even-. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! He smiled. The plan was going out as scheduled.

Operations Booth, Haven

Foaly frowned. He knew something was wrong. The commander should have been back from his mission by now. He couldn't stand it. You could only watch zombies terrorize mud people on wide screen so many times. He was going to have to take charge. He went over to his desk where he had a new invention waiting. It was a portable computer. Nothing like to those laptops though. He waited for a minute to chuckle. The new model was his entire works and patents, crammed into one small state of the art palmtop. He could tap into any phone line, erase any corporate data, and even bring a medium sized country down in seconds. It was good being a genius. He pondered a moment. He had remembered that a few months ago that they had been trying to rescue some kind of cube that worked remarkably like his. He frowned even mud people can get advanced. He shrugged. It was nothing to get worried about. Nothing could hack into his computer, not even Artemis Fowl. He was wrong because at that precise moment, Artemis had finished chatting and was working on a new version of the CCube as he had rediscovered it hidden under the fourth balcony's potted plant's stool. A new version, so complex that it outdated the fairies so far.