3. English
Excerpt from Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 1 (encrypted)
Aurum Est Potestas. "Gold is power". I find it somewhat strange that I of all people should be pondering over my own family's motto. Gold is power, for as currency's value may decrease, gold remains the same and as valuable as ever because there is never enough for the world's people. I prefer gold almost any other type of money or currency... if only there was a way to get even more.
Father seems to be improving, his personality and health. I remember him as a man who had a stormy personality, who was ready to take anything head on and disagreeing with him, could spell disaster. Now, he has much turned into the nice old man, who hands cookies out to young children. Well maybe that was a bit exaggerating, but still. His good humor and cheerfulness must be rubbing off on many others, for I find that I have been more content than usual.
Today, I found him sitting in his room near the window, just laying down and reading a novel. He looked up at me and in that instant, I felt satisfied. I remember him saying, "All we need is here, the three of us are together..."
I received an e-mail from a "Red Iris" and have yet to find out who she is. She actually succeeded at breaking through the various protection programs which were installed onto my laptop. But the most amazing is that, although her technological abilities may rival mines, her personality may as well be that of an eight year old child. Butler has promised to aid me at finding more about this Red Iris and what she wants. He has a few contacts in the vicinity of Tokyo.
Another event of interest, I happened to have stumbled upon various types of gold coins and bars. I would certainly not have left gold lying about in the manor. Yes, I believe it is the same culprit yet again. I will find him...
LEP, Foaly's office
Foaly was almost trembling in excitement, which was unusual, but this was an unusual string of events. He had finally managed to dig up sufficient information on Red Iris and was able to build a profile. However, the most surprising finding was the Red Iris was almost like the female version of Artemis Fowl. It seemed that the young Fowl might have finally met his match. Or close to it.
Foaly scanned the information in front of him yet again, his eyes quickly darted from statement to statement. Red Iris's actual name was Sakuya Tomaguro and she was a mix of both Chinese and Japanese. The girl was only 13 years old at the moment and running Intrapace Industries on her own. She had a reputation of being very much smarter than anyone her own age and did not have or have a need for a body guard. She'd most likely be able to defend herself having gone through strenuous training, one that rivaled the Butlers'. This girl trained to become an assassin for heavens sake.
Foaly groaned. He put Recon officer Holy Short online.
"Holly, you there?"
"Yes," she was flying somewhere over Ireland.
"It's about a certain human we mind washed,"
"And?"
"He may have another chance to have a go at us,"
Holly remained silent for a while, but her eyes told the whole story, which is why, she was glad her helmet didn't have a camera installed on the inside of it. Not yet at least...No doubt, Foaly would be taking even more precautions soon.
"Tell me it isn't Artemis Fowl Foaly. Just tell me that,"
"Oh please. You can't expect me to do that can you? Root will be perfectly...well, insane and as red as a beet. You can only expect that much from him. Anyways, I've written up a file on Artemis and I'm sending it to you right now,"
Airborne, Above Fowl Manor
Holly Short sped away, over Fowl Manor; she recognized the familiar coldness of the area and the sophisticated security system that Artemis possessed, but not to forget Butler. Although, after cryogenics and Holly's magic had revived him from a state of death, Butler was on the inside 15 years older than before, and much slower, he was still not one to be overlooked.
Holly Short was the first female to ever become a Recon officer and was like Commander Root's test subject. Whether more females would be admitted to join the LEP would depend on her performance and progress. Now that was a big load for someone, who wasn't very tall or big. What Holly lacked in size, she made up for with wit.
She was a short fairy with red hair and soft hazel eyes, which shone with sheer, pure determination. You knew that you didn't want to mess with her one too many times. This was a fairy on a mission.
Shortly after Holly had the bad news broken to her, she received a file containing the evidence in which Foaly had based his theory upon. Although Artemis was made up to be the People's worst enemy or something like that, she couldn't help but smile a bit. After all, he wasn't that bad of a person and he had been getting better...
"I guess it really was for the best," Holly sighed, regret and guiltiness washed over her. She opened the attached file from Foaly and started reviewing it. Something about a Red Iris character, who knew about the People. It seemed rather farfetched to her, but by now, she knew that when Foaly said something, it was usually right. Usually.
Holly was instructed to do a fly by and see if there was any unusual activity happening down at Fowl Manor, but she couldn't go in of course, since she would have had to have been invited first. This little fact had caused a problem a while back. The problem had involved a troll. Flashbacks of the times she spent with Artemis resurfaced and lay themselves to view for Holly.
The fly by was eventless as she thought it might be, but Holly was still a bit disappointed, having hoped for at least a little bit of an adventure here or there. Recon work seemed relatively boring these days. She never realized how much she would miss Artemis and his gutsy schemes. For a while, as surprising as it may seem, he played a rather large role in the young captain's life. He had also played around with it a few times too.
She sighed and almost thought of crawling through a window. Shaking her head, Holly turned back. None of the People could enter a human residence without an "invitation" or a plea for help. This was yet another rather annoying rule that applied to her.
St. John's School for Young Men and Boys, Second Floor, Room 46
Another menial English class. Although the class was advanced placement, Artemis found it monotonous and dreary. It didn't pose a challenge at all. He'd much rather be at home doing something more constructive, than writing a short memoir.
Artemis sighed and opened up his laptop. He put it one mute and continued on. Thank god laptops were allowed at St. John's. Artemis would be lost without one... For more than one reason of course... the compact computers were good for typing as well as checking e-mail and plotting during class- a necessity. Artemis pretended to be doing his memoir, which was actually quite easy considering that Mr. Candler was basically asleep himself.
Mr. Candler was a balding middle aged man, who was on the verge of being fired. You guess why. For Pete's sake. The man couldn't tell his subordinate clauses from dependent clauses... and neither could many of the students, but that wasn't the school's problem was it.
Mr. Candler was also quite sick of Artemis and many other students showing him up during class. At one point, he was prepared to pack his bags and burst out of the classroom shouting "Freedom!", but he decided not to. Pity.
Artemis looked up, checking if the teacher was still snoozing off and continued to work on his most recent scheme. This one was still in an early stage, and still hatching. After all, Red Iris was as big a mystery as ever. It felt good to be up against another challenge. Especially one with such mystery involved. It was quite a bit more interesting than duplicating the usual impressionist art, and perhaps just as rewarding.
Before long, another message presented itself for Artemis; "You have mail!" Artemis guided his mouse to the OK button and proceeded to check his mail.
Dear Arty,
I'm not going to tell you anything on here. I'm afraid people are watching. So we shall decide on a meeting place. I will give you the honor of choosing.
-Red Iris
He pondered for a bit. He definitely wanted the meeting to be somewhere in Europe. Perhaps Ireland... A restaurant or a café would do. Once Artemis had decided, he let his fingers do the work. It was a wonder that Artemis's laptop's keyboard was still intact after the heavy use it had to sustain everyday.
Red Iris,
Meet me at the Tear Drop Café on 22nd Street. Enclosed is a set of directions. It shouldn't be too difficult to find... Oh yes. And don't refer to me as Arty.
-Artemis Fowl
A spell check was preformed and the e-mail was sent and set to arrive at Japan in a few seconds.
"Class, the memoirs will be due at the end of the period tomorrow, so I hope you have spent your time well," Mr. Candler said, now awake. Even his voice was dreary.
A girl in the front raised her hand. "No offence Mr. Candler, but why memoirs?"
"Because..." the balding man paused to think, but not being able to come up with anything witty, he just said, "I said so,"
"And aren't you going to write one too? Or have you written one already? It would be of much help to see how a real one looks like and the preferences you may have," the girl persisted.
"Erm," The class was silent. "Class dismissed," Mr. Candler looked flushed, spots of pink rose up his neck. The girl put her laptop away and walked out the door, black hair swishing away behind her. Yet another reason for the English teacher to quit. Maria. She wasn't exactly a pushover and loved to torment teachers. Quite amusing actually.
Excerpt from Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 1 (encrypted)
Aurum Est Potestas. "Gold is power". I find it somewhat strange that I of all people should be pondering over my own family's motto. Gold is power, for as currency's value may decrease, gold remains the same and as valuable as ever because there is never enough for the world's people. I prefer gold almost any other type of money or currency... if only there was a way to get even more.
Father seems to be improving, his personality and health. I remember him as a man who had a stormy personality, who was ready to take anything head on and disagreeing with him, could spell disaster. Now, he has much turned into the nice old man, who hands cookies out to young children. Well maybe that was a bit exaggerating, but still. His good humor and cheerfulness must be rubbing off on many others, for I find that I have been more content than usual.
Today, I found him sitting in his room near the window, just laying down and reading a novel. He looked up at me and in that instant, I felt satisfied. I remember him saying, "All we need is here, the three of us are together..."
I received an e-mail from a "Red Iris" and have yet to find out who she is. She actually succeeded at breaking through the various protection programs which were installed onto my laptop. But the most amazing is that, although her technological abilities may rival mines, her personality may as well be that of an eight year old child. Butler has promised to aid me at finding more about this Red Iris and what she wants. He has a few contacts in the vicinity of Tokyo.
Another event of interest, I happened to have stumbled upon various types of gold coins and bars. I would certainly not have left gold lying about in the manor. Yes, I believe it is the same culprit yet again. I will find him...
LEP, Foaly's office
Foaly was almost trembling in excitement, which was unusual, but this was an unusual string of events. He had finally managed to dig up sufficient information on Red Iris and was able to build a profile. However, the most surprising finding was the Red Iris was almost like the female version of Artemis Fowl. It seemed that the young Fowl might have finally met his match. Or close to it.
Foaly scanned the information in front of him yet again, his eyes quickly darted from statement to statement. Red Iris's actual name was Sakuya Tomaguro and she was a mix of both Chinese and Japanese. The girl was only 13 years old at the moment and running Intrapace Industries on her own. She had a reputation of being very much smarter than anyone her own age and did not have or have a need for a body guard. She'd most likely be able to defend herself having gone through strenuous training, one that rivaled the Butlers'. This girl trained to become an assassin for heavens sake.
Foaly groaned. He put Recon officer Holy Short online.
"Holly, you there?"
"Yes," she was flying somewhere over Ireland.
"It's about a certain human we mind washed,"
"And?"
"He may have another chance to have a go at us,"
Holly remained silent for a while, but her eyes told the whole story, which is why, she was glad her helmet didn't have a camera installed on the inside of it. Not yet at least...No doubt, Foaly would be taking even more precautions soon.
"Tell me it isn't Artemis Fowl Foaly. Just tell me that,"
"Oh please. You can't expect me to do that can you? Root will be perfectly...well, insane and as red as a beet. You can only expect that much from him. Anyways, I've written up a file on Artemis and I'm sending it to you right now,"
Airborne, Above Fowl Manor
Holly Short sped away, over Fowl Manor; she recognized the familiar coldness of the area and the sophisticated security system that Artemis possessed, but not to forget Butler. Although, after cryogenics and Holly's magic had revived him from a state of death, Butler was on the inside 15 years older than before, and much slower, he was still not one to be overlooked.
Holly Short was the first female to ever become a Recon officer and was like Commander Root's test subject. Whether more females would be admitted to join the LEP would depend on her performance and progress. Now that was a big load for someone, who wasn't very tall or big. What Holly lacked in size, she made up for with wit.
She was a short fairy with red hair and soft hazel eyes, which shone with sheer, pure determination. You knew that you didn't want to mess with her one too many times. This was a fairy on a mission.
Shortly after Holly had the bad news broken to her, she received a file containing the evidence in which Foaly had based his theory upon. Although Artemis was made up to be the People's worst enemy or something like that, she couldn't help but smile a bit. After all, he wasn't that bad of a person and he had been getting better...
"I guess it really was for the best," Holly sighed, regret and guiltiness washed over her. She opened the attached file from Foaly and started reviewing it. Something about a Red Iris character, who knew about the People. It seemed rather farfetched to her, but by now, she knew that when Foaly said something, it was usually right. Usually.
Holly was instructed to do a fly by and see if there was any unusual activity happening down at Fowl Manor, but she couldn't go in of course, since she would have had to have been invited first. This little fact had caused a problem a while back. The problem had involved a troll. Flashbacks of the times she spent with Artemis resurfaced and lay themselves to view for Holly.
The fly by was eventless as she thought it might be, but Holly was still a bit disappointed, having hoped for at least a little bit of an adventure here or there. Recon work seemed relatively boring these days. She never realized how much she would miss Artemis and his gutsy schemes. For a while, as surprising as it may seem, he played a rather large role in the young captain's life. He had also played around with it a few times too.
She sighed and almost thought of crawling through a window. Shaking her head, Holly turned back. None of the People could enter a human residence without an "invitation" or a plea for help. This was yet another rather annoying rule that applied to her.
St. John's School for Young Men and Boys, Second Floor, Room 46
Another menial English class. Although the class was advanced placement, Artemis found it monotonous and dreary. It didn't pose a challenge at all. He'd much rather be at home doing something more constructive, than writing a short memoir.
Artemis sighed and opened up his laptop. He put it one mute and continued on. Thank god laptops were allowed at St. John's. Artemis would be lost without one... For more than one reason of course... the compact computers were good for typing as well as checking e-mail and plotting during class- a necessity. Artemis pretended to be doing his memoir, which was actually quite easy considering that Mr. Candler was basically asleep himself.
Mr. Candler was a balding middle aged man, who was on the verge of being fired. You guess why. For Pete's sake. The man couldn't tell his subordinate clauses from dependent clauses... and neither could many of the students, but that wasn't the school's problem was it.
Mr. Candler was also quite sick of Artemis and many other students showing him up during class. At one point, he was prepared to pack his bags and burst out of the classroom shouting "Freedom!", but he decided not to. Pity.
Artemis looked up, checking if the teacher was still snoozing off and continued to work on his most recent scheme. This one was still in an early stage, and still hatching. After all, Red Iris was as big a mystery as ever. It felt good to be up against another challenge. Especially one with such mystery involved. It was quite a bit more interesting than duplicating the usual impressionist art, and perhaps just as rewarding.
Before long, another message presented itself for Artemis; "You have mail!" Artemis guided his mouse to the OK button and proceeded to check his mail.
Dear Arty,
I'm not going to tell you anything on here. I'm afraid people are watching. So we shall decide on a meeting place. I will give you the honor of choosing.
-Red Iris
He pondered for a bit. He definitely wanted the meeting to be somewhere in Europe. Perhaps Ireland... A restaurant or a café would do. Once Artemis had decided, he let his fingers do the work. It was a wonder that Artemis's laptop's keyboard was still intact after the heavy use it had to sustain everyday.
Red Iris,
Meet me at the Tear Drop Café on 22nd Street. Enclosed is a set of directions. It shouldn't be too difficult to find... Oh yes. And don't refer to me as Arty.
-Artemis Fowl
A spell check was preformed and the e-mail was sent and set to arrive at Japan in a few seconds.
"Class, the memoirs will be due at the end of the period tomorrow, so I hope you have spent your time well," Mr. Candler said, now awake. Even his voice was dreary.
A girl in the front raised her hand. "No offence Mr. Candler, but why memoirs?"
"Because..." the balding man paused to think, but not being able to come up with anything witty, he just said, "I said so,"
"And aren't you going to write one too? Or have you written one already? It would be of much help to see how a real one looks like and the preferences you may have," the girl persisted.
"Erm," The class was silent. "Class dismissed," Mr. Candler looked flushed, spots of pink rose up his neck. The girl put her laptop away and walked out the door, black hair swishing away behind her. Yet another reason for the English teacher to quit. Maria. She wasn't exactly a pushover and loved to torment teachers. Quite amusing actually.