Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl because I am not Eoin Colfer. HA!
Now none of you can sue me! *Sticks tongue out*
To Big Friendly Walrus: As I stated before, the e-mail incident is over. Forgive and forget, no one really cares anymore. Especially not me, so I again ask you to stop talking about it.
For anyone or cares I didn't mean to sound rude in that letter to Ragna and I apologized for it.
Chapter 19
"We have lost contact with our retrieval agents," said Foaly to commander Root.
"D'arvit," said Root, glaring at the computer. "What about the iris cams?"
A worried expression crossed Foaly's face. "According to them, everyone is dead. We can't be sure though."
"D'arvit," repeated the commander.
"I don't understand how that mud boy could be beating my technology!" Said Foaly, exasperated.
"Well you better find out," said Root as he grabbed a gun off the shelf.
"Where are you going?" Foaly looked at him.
"I think that kid needs a time out."
~*~
Brian leaned back in his chair and smiled. "I hope those little retrieval officers weren't of any importance to you."
Trouble just stared into space, a look of sheer horror on his face.
"How can you be so evil?" Demanded Holly.
"Pure talent," Brian smiled.
Holly glared at him. "You know it's ironic."
"What is?"
"That you are so much like the person that you hate most in this world."
A shocked expression crossed Brian's face.
To Big Friendly Walrus: As I stated before, the e-mail incident is over. Forgive and forget, no one really cares anymore. Especially not me, so I again ask you to stop talking about it.
For anyone or cares I didn't mean to sound rude in that letter to Ragna and I apologized for it.
Chapter 19
"We have lost contact with our retrieval agents," said Foaly to commander Root.
"D'arvit," said Root, glaring at the computer. "What about the iris cams?"
A worried expression crossed Foaly's face. "According to them, everyone is dead. We can't be sure though."
"D'arvit," repeated the commander.
"I don't understand how that mud boy could be beating my technology!" Said Foaly, exasperated.
"Well you better find out," said Root as he grabbed a gun off the shelf.
"Where are you going?" Foaly looked at him.
"I think that kid needs a time out."
~*~
Brian leaned back in his chair and smiled. "I hope those little retrieval officers weren't of any importance to you."
Trouble just stared into space, a look of sheer horror on his face.
"How can you be so evil?" Demanded Holly.
"Pure talent," Brian smiled.
Holly glared at him. "You know it's ironic."
"What is?"
"That you are so much like the person that you hate most in this world."
A shocked expression crossed Brian's face.