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Inside the Warehouse, Somewhere in Ireland
"Okay, Foaly, we're at the stairwell, now what?" Trouble whispered into his communicator.
"Oh, do we need my help now? The unappreciated genius' help now? You all should really have some more faith in me, I mean, after all, I am helping you guys keep all of you're limbs aren't I?" came his voice, sounding wounded.
"Hurry up, pony. We don't have time for your whining. Now just tell us what to do next or I swear to Frond I'll cut your budget in half." Root growled.
"Fine, fine. No need to get testy, Julius. Now, I've scanned the premises and there are four people in a room below, in a sub-basement sort of thing and one in another room. The four don't appear to be armed with any mechanical weapons but I really can't tell due to the poor reception coming from this place. The one has approximately four loaded guns on him and the room he, or of course she, is in is completely lined with metallic weapons, but once again due to bad reception I can't really tell." Foaly said smartly.
"That still doesn't tell us what we are supposed to do, Foaly." Came Butler's exasperated voice.
"Well if you would be ever so slightly more patient then I would tell you. Okay, on to pressing matters. Go down the steps and down a long hall to your immediate right, you will see a door. Now, this is where the one person is located. Once you get there, determine if he or she is friend or foe and then you can contact me again. Oh, and this time, there doesn't really appear to be any security. But, then again, we don't know who we are dealing with here." He concluded as he signed off.
"Well, let's get a move on, shall we?" Mulch said in a singsong kind of way.
They slowly made their way down the steps, Butler in the lead in case of any impending danger. Each one had their weapons drawn, even Artemis and Mulch, although no one was sure where he got a weapon. But Artemis had a sneaking suspicion that he pick-pocketed one from Commander Root.
Trouble had a bad feeling about this hallway they were in. And, need I remind you that fairy intuition is never wrong. He could sense something bad was getting ready to happen. "Foaly, are you sure there aren't any bombs in this hall?" he whispered into his communicator.
"If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, there are no bombs in this hallway. Need I remind you that you need to have more faith in me." He said back, so that only he could hear. Trouble nodded in silent thanks even though Foaly couldn't see him from the angle his helmet-cam was pointing at. With his confidence renewed he stepped forward and bumped head on into Artemis.
"Fowl? Why the hell did you stop? We don't have time for you to be enjoying the scenery." He snapped irritably. No one else had stopped, so what's the problem with this kid, or is he just scared, Trouble thought.
"Did you hear that?" Artemis said shakily.
"Hear what, Artemis?" Butler questioned. He was not going to keep going without listening to his charge. He preferred to stay alive.
"That." By this time the whole company had stopped walking and were listening intently to whatever he was trying to point out. "There it is again. It sounds like a groaning type noise. Like something is about to give way."
Mulch walked over next to Artemis to see what all the commotion was about. "Wait. I hear it too. Sounds like it's coming from the-"
Without finishing, everyone paled in terror as the floor gave way. The floorboards creaked then with an audible snap, they broke and the group tumbled down with them. In a split second they were all on their rears in pain.
"Floor." Mulch breathed out, finishing his sentence.
Dark Room, Somewhere in the Warehouse, Ireland
How am I going to get the other to buffoons unconscious? Holly thought in dismay. They seem to be allies as they beat that Australian man. Hmm.
She furrowed her brow as she pondered this but then, as if Frond had been listening to her thoughts the whole time, the ceiling opened up and huge, umm, somethings came hurtling down. The "somethings" landed perfectly on the two guards and knocked them unconscious right on the spot.
Holly heard moaning and grumbling from within the rubble and knew that they were people. Whether they were there to help her or not was the question. Curse words could be heard along with sputtering and half-hearted threats.
Then, almost out of nowhere, a horrible yell could be heard. "Darvit! Get off of me you fat, stupid convict. I swear to Frond if you don't get off of me right now Mulch Diggums, so help me Frond I'll-"
"Mulch? Commander? Is that you?" Holly said, in a whisper at first and then louder. The yelling and death threats stopped as soon as her small voice was audible. Faces and limbs poked up from the rubble.
"Holly!" came Foaly's overjoyed voice from Root's communicator.
"Ho- Captain Short is that you?" said Artemis.
"No, it's Bugs Bunny." She snapped sarcastically. Her rescue team emerged and walked, some limped, over to her.
"Oh my Frond, Holly. You look like you've been through hell eight times over." Trouble said in awe.
"Well don't just stand there. Get these chains off of me and heal me. Jeez, you would think that would have been your first thought." She ordered. "Oh, but before you do that, Butler, could you stun those three guys over there just to make sure they don't wake up?"
Once all orders were carried out and Holly was helped to her feet did the rescue team looked around. After they shined their flashlights around they saw that there was a small door, encased in dirt, but a door, nonetheless. The rest of the room was really nothing to look at, just dirt walls and floor with a shattered ceiling.
"Okay, Foaly, is it safe to exit the room and not be blown to pieces?" Root asked, overly eager to get out of the warehouse.
"Umm, it looks pretty safe to me but, remember that other person I said was somewhere in this "fine" establishment? Well he, or she, is coming towards the room you are currently located in. I think he, or once again she, heard all of the commotion you all made. And I'm pretty sure that this particular person is quite dangerous." Foaly stated flatly.
"It's Steven Russey, of Russey corporations. He's the kidnapper. Fairy, of course." Holly said, voice void of emotion. "And, judging as it's been about two hours, he's coming in hear to carry out his death threat to me."
"Well, that's not good."
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Inside the Warehouse, Somewhere in Ireland
"Okay, Foaly, we're at the stairwell, now what?" Trouble whispered into his communicator.
"Oh, do we need my help now? The unappreciated genius' help now? You all should really have some more faith in me, I mean, after all, I am helping you guys keep all of you're limbs aren't I?" came his voice, sounding wounded.
"Hurry up, pony. We don't have time for your whining. Now just tell us what to do next or I swear to Frond I'll cut your budget in half." Root growled.
"Fine, fine. No need to get testy, Julius. Now, I've scanned the premises and there are four people in a room below, in a sub-basement sort of thing and one in another room. The four don't appear to be armed with any mechanical weapons but I really can't tell due to the poor reception coming from this place. The one has approximately four loaded guns on him and the room he, or of course she, is in is completely lined with metallic weapons, but once again due to bad reception I can't really tell." Foaly said smartly.
"That still doesn't tell us what we are supposed to do, Foaly." Came Butler's exasperated voice.
"Well if you would be ever so slightly more patient then I would tell you. Okay, on to pressing matters. Go down the steps and down a long hall to your immediate right, you will see a door. Now, this is where the one person is located. Once you get there, determine if he or she is friend or foe and then you can contact me again. Oh, and this time, there doesn't really appear to be any security. But, then again, we don't know who we are dealing with here." He concluded as he signed off.
"Well, let's get a move on, shall we?" Mulch said in a singsong kind of way.
They slowly made their way down the steps, Butler in the lead in case of any impending danger. Each one had their weapons drawn, even Artemis and Mulch, although no one was sure where he got a weapon. But Artemis had a sneaking suspicion that he pick-pocketed one from Commander Root.
Trouble had a bad feeling about this hallway they were in. And, need I remind you that fairy intuition is never wrong. He could sense something bad was getting ready to happen. "Foaly, are you sure there aren't any bombs in this hall?" he whispered into his communicator.
"If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, there are no bombs in this hallway. Need I remind you that you need to have more faith in me." He said back, so that only he could hear. Trouble nodded in silent thanks even though Foaly couldn't see him from the angle his helmet-cam was pointing at. With his confidence renewed he stepped forward and bumped head on into Artemis.
"Fowl? Why the hell did you stop? We don't have time for you to be enjoying the scenery." He snapped irritably. No one else had stopped, so what's the problem with this kid, or is he just scared, Trouble thought.
"Did you hear that?" Artemis said shakily.
"Hear what, Artemis?" Butler questioned. He was not going to keep going without listening to his charge. He preferred to stay alive.
"That." By this time the whole company had stopped walking and were listening intently to whatever he was trying to point out. "There it is again. It sounds like a groaning type noise. Like something is about to give way."
Mulch walked over next to Artemis to see what all the commotion was about. "Wait. I hear it too. Sounds like it's coming from the-"
Without finishing, everyone paled in terror as the floor gave way. The floorboards creaked then with an audible snap, they broke and the group tumbled down with them. In a split second they were all on their rears in pain.
"Floor." Mulch breathed out, finishing his sentence.
Dark Room, Somewhere in the Warehouse, Ireland
How am I going to get the other to buffoons unconscious? Holly thought in dismay. They seem to be allies as they beat that Australian man. Hmm.
She furrowed her brow as she pondered this but then, as if Frond had been listening to her thoughts the whole time, the ceiling opened up and huge, umm, somethings came hurtling down. The "somethings" landed perfectly on the two guards and knocked them unconscious right on the spot.
Holly heard moaning and grumbling from within the rubble and knew that they were people. Whether they were there to help her or not was the question. Curse words could be heard along with sputtering and half-hearted threats.
Then, almost out of nowhere, a horrible yell could be heard. "Darvit! Get off of me you fat, stupid convict. I swear to Frond if you don't get off of me right now Mulch Diggums, so help me Frond I'll-"
"Mulch? Commander? Is that you?" Holly said, in a whisper at first and then louder. The yelling and death threats stopped as soon as her small voice was audible. Faces and limbs poked up from the rubble.
"Holly!" came Foaly's overjoyed voice from Root's communicator.
"Ho- Captain Short is that you?" said Artemis.
"No, it's Bugs Bunny." She snapped sarcastically. Her rescue team emerged and walked, some limped, over to her.
"Oh my Frond, Holly. You look like you've been through hell eight times over." Trouble said in awe.
"Well don't just stand there. Get these chains off of me and heal me. Jeez, you would think that would have been your first thought." She ordered. "Oh, but before you do that, Butler, could you stun those three guys over there just to make sure they don't wake up?"
Once all orders were carried out and Holly was helped to her feet did the rescue team looked around. After they shined their flashlights around they saw that there was a small door, encased in dirt, but a door, nonetheless. The rest of the room was really nothing to look at, just dirt walls and floor with a shattered ceiling.
"Okay, Foaly, is it safe to exit the room and not be blown to pieces?" Root asked, overly eager to get out of the warehouse.
"Umm, it looks pretty safe to me but, remember that other person I said was somewhere in this "fine" establishment? Well he, or she, is coming towards the room you are currently located in. I think he, or once again she, heard all of the commotion you all made. And I'm pretty sure that this particular person is quite dangerous." Foaly stated flatly.
"It's Steven Russey, of Russey corporations. He's the kidnapper. Fairy, of course." Holly said, voice void of emotion. "And, judging as it's been about two hours, he's coming in hear to carry out his death threat to me."
"Well, that's not good."
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