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Kidnapped Again?!?
Dark Room, Somewhere in Ireland
This is just great, Holly thought to herself. This nut is going to kill me even if he gets the ransom money. I wonder how long I've been here? He did say that they had ten days to get him the money or I die. And I'm chained to a wall and have no weapons whatsoever. Things can't get any worse.
Then again, they always do.
Holly was filthy. She was covered in dirt that stuck to her like spandex, no matter how hard she tried to brush it all off. Not to mention that the floor looked like it hadn't been properly cleaned in over a century, or maybe even two. It had dirt and grime and other filth all over it. And on the west wall there was a rather large stain that looked suspiciously similar to blood to Holly. Small bones of some form of creature littered the floor.
Huge spiders hung from their elaborately spun webs on the ceiling. Small beady little eyes of many rats peered out t her from the shadows of the far wall. The fact that there was no light being emitted into the room wasn't helping either.
A large growl could be heard from Holly's under nourished stomach. Guess I've been here longer than I thought, Holly thought. I haven't been this hungry for ages. Feels like I haven't eaten in years. I wonder if this psycho will have enough heart to feed me.
Tara, Ireland
"So, how are we going to be transporting ourselves?" Root said irritably. He had had a long day. First, his best officer goes missing and now he has to put up with Fowl. Oh joy. The fun will never end.
"Butler is on his way to getting the Bentley from my manor." Artemis said matter-of-factly.
Root and Trouble groaned. They were not thrilled in having the pleasure of riding in a human made vehicle, otherwise known as a death trap to the People. Both of them had ridden in human made vehicles before, but each time they feared for their lives.
It didn't take too long before Butler was speeding their way in a very classy Bentley. It was slick and polished black with silver rims on the tires that appeared to cost a pretty penny, and knowing Fowl, it more than likely did. Everyone filed in only to be greeted by Mulch's happy face.
"In case you weren't aware, you seemed to have left me at Artemis's place. Now, I think it's just me, but did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, Julius?" Mulch inquired in an odd singsong voice.
"ONE, DO NOT CALL ME JULIUS, CONVICT. TWO YOU AREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE COMING ON THIS RESCUE MISSION. NOW GET OUT OF THAT CAR AND WALK YOUR SORRY ASS BACK TO FOWL MANOR." Root exploded. He had turned a rather lovely shade of magenta and had several large veins and arteries bulging out of his forehead and neck.
"No need to shout. Besides, you are really going to end up having a heart attack with that temper of yours. Anyway, you can't tell me what to do. As long as I'm in this car, which is technically belonging to Artemis, the rules still apply, you can't arrest me or harm anything, including myself." He said smartly.
Root fumed. It was bad enough that he had to go rescue Holly, again, but now he had to put up with being in a mud-man made death trap with Fowl AND Mulch. Things were just not going his way today.
"As much as I don't want to admit it, he is right, Julius. Now just get into the car so that we can move along and rescue Holly." Came Foaly's voice, oddly quiet and not filled with sarcasm, from Roots helmet.
The little adding of the word "Julius" went unnoticed as Commander Root did as he was told, and without making a fuss, which truthfully shocked everyone. "Fine" he mumbled grumpily.
Once everyone was settled, (Mulch up front with Butler and Root in the far back of the Bentley, Trouble and Artemis in the middle, wanting to stay away from the now seething commander), and buckled up, Butler rolled onto the highway.
"Fowl, aren't your parents going to wonder why you aren't at home?" Trouble asked whispered quietly.
"Not at all, they are away in Jamaica on a second honeymoon." He said smoothly without a hint of emotion, although on the inside he shuddered at the thought of his parents on a honeymoon, a second one at that. Even though he was overly mature for his age of fifteen that was something that he did not want to think about. "They wont suspect a thing."
"And what if they call the manor while you are away?" he asked, very annoyed and hoping to stump the genius. Not only did Artemis say his answers like he was better than everybody else and knew everything, but he also had an air about him that suggested it.
"I have the number programmed to my cellular phone, so that if they do happen to call while I am not at the manor, I can still answer." He said like it was the simplest thing in the world to understand and that you would have to be a true idiot to not think of it yourself.
This just ticked Trouble off even more. Artemis really did act like he knew everything. Trouble also got a sneaking suspicion that Artemis may like Captain Short more than he should. I mean, why else would he volunteer so quickly to help rescue her and for such a small price, considering the things he demanded in the past. It doesn't matter, its not like Holly would like a stuck up mud-boy over him. Would she?
Operations Booth
Foaly sighed. It was going to be a long day. First the Commander gets all touchy on the subject of his first name, oh there's a shock. But worst of all Chix Verbal has to be extra annoying to him today. Most of the LEP had already learned about Holly's disappearance. Chix was devastated. He kept asking Foaly to send him to the rescue team because he couldn't bear not knowing if HIS Holly was all right or not. I finally understand what its like to have Chix bothering me all day long. 'Where is Holly?' 'Why can't I go?' 'When is she coming back?' and other stuff like that. This newfound discovery could have waited a few millennia, Foaly thought to himself. By that time Holly, or another female, but more than likely Holly, would have murdered him, brutally, by that time.
To add to his pain and suffering of the dreaded Chix, he had to keep the fact that Holly had been kidnapped again, Artemis Fowl and Butler were helping in the rescue (with their memories), and that Mulch had given them their memories back and was now with them from the council. Every other second someone wanted to talk to Julius or Holly or Trouble. Plus, because every LEP officer knew about Holly's absence, he had to keep them from telling people outside the LEP or worse, the council. So for the past few hours he had been running (do you realize how funny it is to see a centaur run?) around keeping the council busy with silly proposals that would take them years to come with an answer to and blackmailing certain LEP personnel to keep quiet on Captain Shorts disappearance. Life is tough.
Kidnapped Again?!?
Dark Room, Somewhere in Ireland
This is just great, Holly thought to herself. This nut is going to kill me even if he gets the ransom money. I wonder how long I've been here? He did say that they had ten days to get him the money or I die. And I'm chained to a wall and have no weapons whatsoever. Things can't get any worse.
Then again, they always do.
Holly was filthy. She was covered in dirt that stuck to her like spandex, no matter how hard she tried to brush it all off. Not to mention that the floor looked like it hadn't been properly cleaned in over a century, or maybe even two. It had dirt and grime and other filth all over it. And on the west wall there was a rather large stain that looked suspiciously similar to blood to Holly. Small bones of some form of creature littered the floor.
Huge spiders hung from their elaborately spun webs on the ceiling. Small beady little eyes of many rats peered out t her from the shadows of the far wall. The fact that there was no light being emitted into the room wasn't helping either.
A large growl could be heard from Holly's under nourished stomach. Guess I've been here longer than I thought, Holly thought. I haven't been this hungry for ages. Feels like I haven't eaten in years. I wonder if this psycho will have enough heart to feed me.
Tara, Ireland
"So, how are we going to be transporting ourselves?" Root said irritably. He had had a long day. First, his best officer goes missing and now he has to put up with Fowl. Oh joy. The fun will never end.
"Butler is on his way to getting the Bentley from my manor." Artemis said matter-of-factly.
Root and Trouble groaned. They were not thrilled in having the pleasure of riding in a human made vehicle, otherwise known as a death trap to the People. Both of them had ridden in human made vehicles before, but each time they feared for their lives.
It didn't take too long before Butler was speeding their way in a very classy Bentley. It was slick and polished black with silver rims on the tires that appeared to cost a pretty penny, and knowing Fowl, it more than likely did. Everyone filed in only to be greeted by Mulch's happy face.
"In case you weren't aware, you seemed to have left me at Artemis's place. Now, I think it's just me, but did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, Julius?" Mulch inquired in an odd singsong voice.
"ONE, DO NOT CALL ME JULIUS, CONVICT. TWO YOU AREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE COMING ON THIS RESCUE MISSION. NOW GET OUT OF THAT CAR AND WALK YOUR SORRY ASS BACK TO FOWL MANOR." Root exploded. He had turned a rather lovely shade of magenta and had several large veins and arteries bulging out of his forehead and neck.
"No need to shout. Besides, you are really going to end up having a heart attack with that temper of yours. Anyway, you can't tell me what to do. As long as I'm in this car, which is technically belonging to Artemis, the rules still apply, you can't arrest me or harm anything, including myself." He said smartly.
Root fumed. It was bad enough that he had to go rescue Holly, again, but now he had to put up with being in a mud-man made death trap with Fowl AND Mulch. Things were just not going his way today.
"As much as I don't want to admit it, he is right, Julius. Now just get into the car so that we can move along and rescue Holly." Came Foaly's voice, oddly quiet and not filled with sarcasm, from Roots helmet.
The little adding of the word "Julius" went unnoticed as Commander Root did as he was told, and without making a fuss, which truthfully shocked everyone. "Fine" he mumbled grumpily.
Once everyone was settled, (Mulch up front with Butler and Root in the far back of the Bentley, Trouble and Artemis in the middle, wanting to stay away from the now seething commander), and buckled up, Butler rolled onto the highway.
"Fowl, aren't your parents going to wonder why you aren't at home?" Trouble asked whispered quietly.
"Not at all, they are away in Jamaica on a second honeymoon." He said smoothly without a hint of emotion, although on the inside he shuddered at the thought of his parents on a honeymoon, a second one at that. Even though he was overly mature for his age of fifteen that was something that he did not want to think about. "They wont suspect a thing."
"And what if they call the manor while you are away?" he asked, very annoyed and hoping to stump the genius. Not only did Artemis say his answers like he was better than everybody else and knew everything, but he also had an air about him that suggested it.
"I have the number programmed to my cellular phone, so that if they do happen to call while I am not at the manor, I can still answer." He said like it was the simplest thing in the world to understand and that you would have to be a true idiot to not think of it yourself.
This just ticked Trouble off even more. Artemis really did act like he knew everything. Trouble also got a sneaking suspicion that Artemis may like Captain Short more than he should. I mean, why else would he volunteer so quickly to help rescue her and for such a small price, considering the things he demanded in the past. It doesn't matter, its not like Holly would like a stuck up mud-boy over him. Would she?
Operations Booth
Foaly sighed. It was going to be a long day. First the Commander gets all touchy on the subject of his first name, oh there's a shock. But worst of all Chix Verbal has to be extra annoying to him today. Most of the LEP had already learned about Holly's disappearance. Chix was devastated. He kept asking Foaly to send him to the rescue team because he couldn't bear not knowing if HIS Holly was all right or not. I finally understand what its like to have Chix bothering me all day long. 'Where is Holly?' 'Why can't I go?' 'When is she coming back?' and other stuff like that. This newfound discovery could have waited a few millennia, Foaly thought to himself. By that time Holly, or another female, but more than likely Holly, would have murdered him, brutally, by that time.
To add to his pain and suffering of the dreaded Chix, he had to keep the fact that Holly had been kidnapped again, Artemis Fowl and Butler were helping in the rescue (with their memories), and that Mulch had given them their memories back and was now with them from the council. Every other second someone wanted to talk to Julius or Holly or Trouble. Plus, because every LEP officer knew about Holly's absence, he had to keep them from telling people outside the LEP or worse, the council. So for the past few hours he had been running (do you realize how funny it is to see a centaur run?) around keeping the council busy with silly proposals that would take them years to come with an answer to and blackmailing certain LEP personnel to keep quiet on Captain Shorts disappearance. Life is tough.