Chapter Three- A Plan
A/N Still have no idea what to name my unique character. So for now, I'll stay with Jennica.
*reviewers start walking away*
No! Wait!! I promise I'll change it!!!
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Jennica was quite angry. Partly at herself. Why hadn't she payed attention to what was happening? The commander (plus her family) was always lecturing her about this. At these times, she would stare wide-eyed at the person pretending to be politely alert, while conveniently daydreaming about lipgloss and computer programs. She almost wished she had listened. Almost.
But, she was mostly angry at Artemis Fowl. He would be so dead when she got out of here. She felt like breaking something. Preferably something expensive. But, unfortunately, there was nothing in her reach that was breakable. Or expensive.
Her tracking device that had been on her wrist was gone. Artemis and Butler had deposited it in a whaler with a video message and explosives.
"Hmm, I get the feeling we've done this before," said Butler. "Don't you think so?"
"Yes, but that would be highly impossible," said Artemis, then going on to explain the highly renowned theory of reliving moments and past lives and such. Jennica swore some words he used were a hundred letters long.
At first, she tried banging her bed against the floor, but it was too heavy. Just how had Holly lifted this thing? Oh well. She still had some magic left, anyway. Now to invite an unsuspecting person in.
"I'm hungry!!", she yelled at the tiny camera in the corner. A roll-down screen appeared on the wall. "Fine, what do you fairies eat?" asked Juliet.
"Got any dolphin?" she couldn't resist saying. "Hmm, haven't I heard that before?" said Juliet. "Anyway, no, we don't. That's disgusting!"
"Then do you have any lobster?" asked Jennica. No fruit and vegetables, thank you very much. As long as she had to be here, she would eat something expensive. Juliet went to cook, wondering how a race that lived underground had heard of shellfish.
"Here's your lobster, fairy girl," said Juliet as she came in, wearing sunglasses. Jennica had shielded, hoping Juliet would take them off in order to see better. "Where are you?" Juliet was about to take off her glasses, but decided against it. "I don't know. Something tells me this happened before, and I took off my glasses, and it didn't end well," she muttered, putting down the dish of food. She went out and locked the door on the way. "And I know you were shielded there in the corner. Just how stupid do you think I am?"
"D'Arvit!" said Jennica. Something had gone wrong with the mind wipes. Some residual memories had stayed behind. The first thing she would do when she got back home was kick all the techies who had done them.
So much for Plan A. Still, she always had a Plan B. And a Plan C, too, usually. She rummaged around in her pocket, finding sunglasses (with a little rhinestone detail) and a glittering purple cell phone. Perfect. It was the beginning of a plan. A strange plan, true, but probably an effective one.
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Artemis wanted to keep a close eye on the prisoner, and so instructed Butler to install a monitor and a camera in every single room in the manor.
Jennica stifled a laugh. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
First, of course, there had to be window in room, or the whole plan would go down the drain. So, she banged on the walls until Artemis, having a terrible headache, asked what it would take for her to stop.
"I need a window! I am horribly claustrophobic," she said. Which was a huge lie. Her favorite hobby was caving, which included climbing through all sorts of tiny spots.
So, reluctantly, Artemis called a contractor to install a window (with a laser field) into the basement wall.
At first, the company had said, "In the basement wall? What a crazy idea!
"Why would you want to----"
"Ten thousand pounds."
"What a marvelous idea! Now, what is your bank account number?"
"30092," said Artemis, not the least bit careful of anyone hearing. Which turned out to be a mistake. A very big mistake. Another landmark moment for Artemis Fowl.
Downstairs, Jennica rubbed her hands together, smiling, and took out her cell phone. She dialed nine numbers: 1-800-P-I-Z-Z-A. **************************************************************************** ** Note: PLEASE R&R!!! (Whatever that means.) Disclaimer: I don't own anyone!!! (duh) But I own my unnamed character. Well, at least I think I do......
A/N Still have no idea what to name my unique character. So for now, I'll stay with Jennica.
*reviewers start walking away*
No! Wait!! I promise I'll change it!!!
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Jennica was quite angry. Partly at herself. Why hadn't she payed attention to what was happening? The commander (plus her family) was always lecturing her about this. At these times, she would stare wide-eyed at the person pretending to be politely alert, while conveniently daydreaming about lipgloss and computer programs. She almost wished she had listened. Almost.
But, she was mostly angry at Artemis Fowl. He would be so dead when she got out of here. She felt like breaking something. Preferably something expensive. But, unfortunately, there was nothing in her reach that was breakable. Or expensive.
Her tracking device that had been on her wrist was gone. Artemis and Butler had deposited it in a whaler with a video message and explosives.
"Hmm, I get the feeling we've done this before," said Butler. "Don't you think so?"
"Yes, but that would be highly impossible," said Artemis, then going on to explain the highly renowned theory of reliving moments and past lives and such. Jennica swore some words he used were a hundred letters long.
At first, she tried banging her bed against the floor, but it was too heavy. Just how had Holly lifted this thing? Oh well. She still had some magic left, anyway. Now to invite an unsuspecting person in.
"I'm hungry!!", she yelled at the tiny camera in the corner. A roll-down screen appeared on the wall. "Fine, what do you fairies eat?" asked Juliet.
"Got any dolphin?" she couldn't resist saying. "Hmm, haven't I heard that before?" said Juliet. "Anyway, no, we don't. That's disgusting!"
"Then do you have any lobster?" asked Jennica. No fruit and vegetables, thank you very much. As long as she had to be here, she would eat something expensive. Juliet went to cook, wondering how a race that lived underground had heard of shellfish.
"Here's your lobster, fairy girl," said Juliet as she came in, wearing sunglasses. Jennica had shielded, hoping Juliet would take them off in order to see better. "Where are you?" Juliet was about to take off her glasses, but decided against it. "I don't know. Something tells me this happened before, and I took off my glasses, and it didn't end well," she muttered, putting down the dish of food. She went out and locked the door on the way. "And I know you were shielded there in the corner. Just how stupid do you think I am?"
"D'Arvit!" said Jennica. Something had gone wrong with the mind wipes. Some residual memories had stayed behind. The first thing she would do when she got back home was kick all the techies who had done them.
So much for Plan A. Still, she always had a Plan B. And a Plan C, too, usually. She rummaged around in her pocket, finding sunglasses (with a little rhinestone detail) and a glittering purple cell phone. Perfect. It was the beginning of a plan. A strange plan, true, but probably an effective one.
**************************************************************************** **
Artemis wanted to keep a close eye on the prisoner, and so instructed Butler to install a monitor and a camera in every single room in the manor.
Jennica stifled a laugh. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
First, of course, there had to be window in room, or the whole plan would go down the drain. So, she banged on the walls until Artemis, having a terrible headache, asked what it would take for her to stop.
"I need a window! I am horribly claustrophobic," she said. Which was a huge lie. Her favorite hobby was caving, which included climbing through all sorts of tiny spots.
So, reluctantly, Artemis called a contractor to install a window (with a laser field) into the basement wall.
At first, the company had said, "In the basement wall? What a crazy idea!
"Why would you want to----"
"Ten thousand pounds."
"What a marvelous idea! Now, what is your bank account number?"
"30092," said Artemis, not the least bit careful of anyone hearing. Which turned out to be a mistake. A very big mistake. Another landmark moment for Artemis Fowl.
Downstairs, Jennica rubbed her hands together, smiling, and took out her cell phone. She dialed nine numbers: 1-800-P-I-Z-Z-A. **************************************************************************** ** Note: PLEASE R&R!!! (Whatever that means.) Disclaimer: I don't own anyone!!! (duh) But I own my unnamed character. Well, at least I think I do......