Disclaimers are so freaking annoying! You know the drill, I'm not Eoin
Colfer and I did not create Artemis Fowl.
Chapter 7
Amber groaned as she woke up against a hard stone floor. Their was a throbbing in the back of her head and a needle mark in her forearm.
"Where am I?" She managed to say.
"In a dungeon, where do you think?" A female voice drifted through the room.
"Who are you?" Amber sat up and leaned against the wall, not fully ready to rise to her feet.
"All in good time."
"Why am I here?" The entire room was pitch back, and Amber could barely locate the voice. In seemed to be coming from everywhere.
"It's nothing personal mud girl," said the voice. "We're after Artemis, you just happened to be where we thought to find him or Butler. I have a question for you now."
Amber's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"What were you doing with them?"
"I'm a mercenary," Amber shrugged, "they hired me. "Why are you after them?"
No reply.
"Hello?"
Amber was alone in the dark room.
~*~
"I broke away from dealing with the faerie's years ago Artemis," said Ewan. "How could I get in contact with Stephen?"
Ewan found out about the faeries through Artemis. 5 years ago they had worked together with an elfin mafia, something that the LEP still doesn't know about. Stephen was the lead man in the mafia.
"You haven't seen a faerie in 3 years?" asked Artemis cautiously.
Ewan's eyes narrowed for a split second, then went back to normal. "Isn't that what I said?"
"Well then," Artemis rose to his feet. "Butler and I shall be going now..."
"Artemis," Ewan interrupted. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that."
Suddenly large men with even larger guns jumped through every door leading to the den, followed by bulked up faeries.
Butler immediately jumped in front of Artemis, pulling out his sig saucer.
"Don't be stupid," said Ewan, your outnumbered and surrounded.
Artemis touched Butler's arm. "Put the gun down."
Reluctantly Butler let the gun fall from his hands and hit the floor.
"Good," said Ewan as he pulled handcuffs from a drawer. "Now, hands out in front of you."
~*~
"No," said Vivaldi, the head councilman. "We are not going to pour anymore gold into Artemis's bank account."
"With all due respect, councilman," said Root, his face turning red. "If we don't buy it, someone else will. Most likely a criminal."
"I'm sorry Julius," said Vivaldi. "We cannot grant you this request."
"So what do we do?" Said Root. "Just let Artemis sell the scepter to a faerie crime lord? Or maybe to Opal Koboi? You know as well as I do that she escaped from Howler's peak last month."
"You and Captain Short will go and negotiate with Artemis," cut in Farin, a councilwoman. "Maybe he can be convinced to do the right thing."
"Yeah right," muttered Holly. "And maybe while were at it we can persuade a tiger to become a vegetarian."
Chapter 7
Amber groaned as she woke up against a hard stone floor. Their was a throbbing in the back of her head and a needle mark in her forearm.
"Where am I?" She managed to say.
"In a dungeon, where do you think?" A female voice drifted through the room.
"Who are you?" Amber sat up and leaned against the wall, not fully ready to rise to her feet.
"All in good time."
"Why am I here?" The entire room was pitch back, and Amber could barely locate the voice. In seemed to be coming from everywhere.
"It's nothing personal mud girl," said the voice. "We're after Artemis, you just happened to be where we thought to find him or Butler. I have a question for you now."
Amber's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"What were you doing with them?"
"I'm a mercenary," Amber shrugged, "they hired me. "Why are you after them?"
No reply.
"Hello?"
Amber was alone in the dark room.
~*~
"I broke away from dealing with the faerie's years ago Artemis," said Ewan. "How could I get in contact with Stephen?"
Ewan found out about the faeries through Artemis. 5 years ago they had worked together with an elfin mafia, something that the LEP still doesn't know about. Stephen was the lead man in the mafia.
"You haven't seen a faerie in 3 years?" asked Artemis cautiously.
Ewan's eyes narrowed for a split second, then went back to normal. "Isn't that what I said?"
"Well then," Artemis rose to his feet. "Butler and I shall be going now..."
"Artemis," Ewan interrupted. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that."
Suddenly large men with even larger guns jumped through every door leading to the den, followed by bulked up faeries.
Butler immediately jumped in front of Artemis, pulling out his sig saucer.
"Don't be stupid," said Ewan, your outnumbered and surrounded.
Artemis touched Butler's arm. "Put the gun down."
Reluctantly Butler let the gun fall from his hands and hit the floor.
"Good," said Ewan as he pulled handcuffs from a drawer. "Now, hands out in front of you."
~*~
"No," said Vivaldi, the head councilman. "We are not going to pour anymore gold into Artemis's bank account."
"With all due respect, councilman," said Root, his face turning red. "If we don't buy it, someone else will. Most likely a criminal."
"I'm sorry Julius," said Vivaldi. "We cannot grant you this request."
"So what do we do?" Said Root. "Just let Artemis sell the scepter to a faerie crime lord? Or maybe to Opal Koboi? You know as well as I do that she escaped from Howler's peak last month."
"You and Captain Short will go and negotiate with Artemis," cut in Farin, a councilwoman. "Maybe he can be convinced to do the right thing."
"Yeah right," muttered Holly. "And maybe while were at it we can persuade a tiger to become a vegetarian."