Disclaimer: I was out of my marbles to forget writing this the first time,
so here goes. I do not own Arty Fowl or any other characters in there you
know. Whew! That took a lot out of me!
Butler smiled and thought how every scheme Artemis comes up with always succeeds. Suddenly, for a brief instant, a memory flashed of him taking a bullet meant for Artemis. At that same instant, Artemis was staring deep into the vial when he too had a brief flash of memory. In his case, the memory was of looking at another pair of contact lenses and saying, "A technological marvel it may be, but its hazel." Then, another figure, a bit hazy, replied, "Of course it's hazel. My eyes are hazel." And, as quickly as both of their memories surfaced, they were gone. Both of them quickly shrugged it off and went on their way uninterrupted.
Holly let out a sigh of content after finishing of a tub of frozen ice cream and just tossing it aside. "I should ask for vacations more often!" she said to herself, smiling, while picturing the look on Root's face if she does. But after five minutes of just lounging around, she realized she has no idea on what to do. "D 'Arvit! It's not like me to just waste my time not doing anything! What in the name of the gods will I do for the next six days?" Pondering her choices (which weren't a lot, mind you); she finally decided to get a visa for aboveground transport. She was so excited with the idea that she already began packing. Then, just before she had crammed a container of water into her bag, reality dawned on her. "Where would I go?" she said aloud. Sitting on the floor cross-legged, she snapped her fingers together. "Ireland! Perfect! I could visit that annoying little brat Fowl! He owes me for all the days I spent on thinking about him. Yeah, that's it!" Then, after somehow managing to cram the water container into her stuffed-to-the-brim bag, she was off to get her visa.
Excitedly barging into the Customs unit, she began speaking hurriedly about her visa, when Foaly, who happened to be in a routine sweep of the area, caught her eye. "Holly! Savoring your free time, I see!" he said, after ducking out of site from the rest of the LEP officers who came with him. Holly, her excitement over the aboveground vacation evaporating, stepped aside for the other vacationers also applying for a visa. "Ireland, nice vacation spot, eh?" she said, after telling him of her plans. Foaly shook her head. "Now, now, Captain Short, you aren't getting any ideas there, are you?" Holly, knowing he read her mind easily as ever, bent her head, defeated, until Foaly whispered, "Because if you are, I wanna be in it! After the morning shift is gone, meet me back at H.Q. I have a little secret I bet you would want to use."
Mulch sat, fuming, inside his condo. His trunks are packed, but where will he get the money for the trip? "I'm so stupid, so stupid! Mulch think! Where am I gonna get some quick cash?" He searched in his belongings whether he had anything of value he could use, when the pendant Artemis gave him fell out of his bag (you noticed this is the second time something pivotal in the story falls out from somewhere near Mulch?). After much debating with himself, he pocketed it, saying, "Sorry, Artemis, I'll have to pawn this thing." So, out he went to the nearest pawnshop.
The Mercedes-Benz halted in a hotel's parking lot, as Butler and Artemis climbed out of their car. Artemis, very sullen, almost lost his calm exterior after talking to their contact in Limerick. "Artemis, I know he had his reasons to postpone his meeting with us," Butler said in an effort to cheer him up. Artemis, resisting the urge to kick a nearby stone to Timbuktu, replied, "I know, Butler, it's just that I've been especially looking forward to this. I find this recent turn of events very, disappointing. But no matter, another day's wait would be worth it."
Holly waited for Foaly to come out of the office. "Now, Foaly, no nonsense." Foaly snickered, beckoning her to a hardly visited part of Police Plaza. He opened a door of a janitor's closet and patted something on the shelf hidden under a little blanket. "This, my friend, is the result of months of tinkering. It's got regular features like communications and everything else you find in your standard LEP helmet." Holly, sitting down on the floor after locking the door, said, "Well, if it's got all that, then it's no better than our regular equipment. Tell me it's something special, Foaly." Foaly mumbled something like "unappreciated genius" before answering her question. "Well, there is a special feature about my little gizmo here that will positively tickle you pink. Do you know what a chameleon does, Holly?" "It's elementary, Foaly. A chameleon changes his color according to its environment." Foaly flashed a grin. "Exactly. This little 'chameleon' will make you look like a typical Mud Man and unless one of them is looking for a girlfriend, they won't look twice at you. No pointy ears or any height deficiency or anything."
Foaly removed the blanket and fitted the device to Holly's wrist. "And this thing will shield itself from Mud Man eyes, so no need to worry." Holly looked from the device to Foaly. "If Root finds out, it's not only my job that's in jeopardy, you know." Foaly patted her on the back. "Well, I'll do anything to help the only friend I have. Now, to business."
M. Quavers: Hey! Sorry for the previous mix-ups. I'm doing all of my stories hastily because I don't want anyone at home seeing it. Anyway, sorry for the errors again.
Butler smiled and thought how every scheme Artemis comes up with always succeeds. Suddenly, for a brief instant, a memory flashed of him taking a bullet meant for Artemis. At that same instant, Artemis was staring deep into the vial when he too had a brief flash of memory. In his case, the memory was of looking at another pair of contact lenses and saying, "A technological marvel it may be, but its hazel." Then, another figure, a bit hazy, replied, "Of course it's hazel. My eyes are hazel." And, as quickly as both of their memories surfaced, they were gone. Both of them quickly shrugged it off and went on their way uninterrupted.
Holly let out a sigh of content after finishing of a tub of frozen ice cream and just tossing it aside. "I should ask for vacations more often!" she said to herself, smiling, while picturing the look on Root's face if she does. But after five minutes of just lounging around, she realized she has no idea on what to do. "D 'Arvit! It's not like me to just waste my time not doing anything! What in the name of the gods will I do for the next six days?" Pondering her choices (which weren't a lot, mind you); she finally decided to get a visa for aboveground transport. She was so excited with the idea that she already began packing. Then, just before she had crammed a container of water into her bag, reality dawned on her. "Where would I go?" she said aloud. Sitting on the floor cross-legged, she snapped her fingers together. "Ireland! Perfect! I could visit that annoying little brat Fowl! He owes me for all the days I spent on thinking about him. Yeah, that's it!" Then, after somehow managing to cram the water container into her stuffed-to-the-brim bag, she was off to get her visa.
Excitedly barging into the Customs unit, she began speaking hurriedly about her visa, when Foaly, who happened to be in a routine sweep of the area, caught her eye. "Holly! Savoring your free time, I see!" he said, after ducking out of site from the rest of the LEP officers who came with him. Holly, her excitement over the aboveground vacation evaporating, stepped aside for the other vacationers also applying for a visa. "Ireland, nice vacation spot, eh?" she said, after telling him of her plans. Foaly shook her head. "Now, now, Captain Short, you aren't getting any ideas there, are you?" Holly, knowing he read her mind easily as ever, bent her head, defeated, until Foaly whispered, "Because if you are, I wanna be in it! After the morning shift is gone, meet me back at H.Q. I have a little secret I bet you would want to use."
Mulch sat, fuming, inside his condo. His trunks are packed, but where will he get the money for the trip? "I'm so stupid, so stupid! Mulch think! Where am I gonna get some quick cash?" He searched in his belongings whether he had anything of value he could use, when the pendant Artemis gave him fell out of his bag (you noticed this is the second time something pivotal in the story falls out from somewhere near Mulch?). After much debating with himself, he pocketed it, saying, "Sorry, Artemis, I'll have to pawn this thing." So, out he went to the nearest pawnshop.
The Mercedes-Benz halted in a hotel's parking lot, as Butler and Artemis climbed out of their car. Artemis, very sullen, almost lost his calm exterior after talking to their contact in Limerick. "Artemis, I know he had his reasons to postpone his meeting with us," Butler said in an effort to cheer him up. Artemis, resisting the urge to kick a nearby stone to Timbuktu, replied, "I know, Butler, it's just that I've been especially looking forward to this. I find this recent turn of events very, disappointing. But no matter, another day's wait would be worth it."
Holly waited for Foaly to come out of the office. "Now, Foaly, no nonsense." Foaly snickered, beckoning her to a hardly visited part of Police Plaza. He opened a door of a janitor's closet and patted something on the shelf hidden under a little blanket. "This, my friend, is the result of months of tinkering. It's got regular features like communications and everything else you find in your standard LEP helmet." Holly, sitting down on the floor after locking the door, said, "Well, if it's got all that, then it's no better than our regular equipment. Tell me it's something special, Foaly." Foaly mumbled something like "unappreciated genius" before answering her question. "Well, there is a special feature about my little gizmo here that will positively tickle you pink. Do you know what a chameleon does, Holly?" "It's elementary, Foaly. A chameleon changes his color according to its environment." Foaly flashed a grin. "Exactly. This little 'chameleon' will make you look like a typical Mud Man and unless one of them is looking for a girlfriend, they won't look twice at you. No pointy ears or any height deficiency or anything."
Foaly removed the blanket and fitted the device to Holly's wrist. "And this thing will shield itself from Mud Man eyes, so no need to worry." Holly looked from the device to Foaly. "If Root finds out, it's not only my job that's in jeopardy, you know." Foaly patted her on the back. "Well, I'll do anything to help the only friend I have. Now, to business."
M. Quavers: Hey! Sorry for the previous mix-ups. I'm doing all of my stories hastily because I don't want anyone at home seeing it. Anyway, sorry for the errors again.