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Artemis Fowl: The Recollection of Light By Riddlewing )
Chapter Two
France
At dinnertime, Father smiled and put his hand in his wife's as he said, "Ahem. Your attention, please." The idle chatter stopped instantly and heads turned to face him. "Well," Father announced importantly, "my business is having a meeting in abroad, and I want you all to come along. We're going to France!" "France?" Juliet squealed. "With all the shops and cute boys? Count me in!" "Ah, France," Butler sighed, "oui, I would be delighted to accompany you." "Yes," said Artemis, "I would love to go. When shall we leave?" "Next week on Tuesday," Mother answered happily. "I'll pack tonight!" declared Juliet enthusiastically, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder. "Now, I'll have to have a rather large suitcase."
On Tuesday, the Fowls and the two Butlers boarded the Lear jet and flew a quick flight to Paris. From there, they ordered a limousine from the airport and were driven to Le Cherie, a grand – and expensive – hotel in the midst of town, where they unpacked and set off to see the sights. Juliet skipped off with Mother to go shopping. Father stayed in the hotel for one of his many meetings, leaving Butler and Artemis. "Well, Artemis?" Butler said. "What do you want to do?" "Hmm..." Artemis thought for a moment. "Let's see if the French have any desirable technology."
Down in Haven, the fairy city, the centaur Foaly was watching the Fowls from the Operation Room. Sucking a carrot into his mouth and crunching loudly, he attracted the attention of Commander Root, a beet-faced elf with the most successful number of Recons in history who almost always chose shouting as his preferred communication. "FOALY!" Root roared, poking his red face into the Ops room. "You're supposed to be watching Fowl, not eating lunch!" Foaly shrugged. "I'm bored. Artemis has no recollection of fairies, he's in Paris, and he's happy. What more is there to watch?" He swallowed another carrot. "If I know Fowl, he's going to find some way to remember," Root said darkly. "He found us once, and he'll find us again. I know it." "My technology always works," said Foaly irritably, "and if he said that storage site was his last hope, then it was. Since when has the mesmer lied or failed?" Root, who could find nothing to say, stalked into his office, muttering under his breath. Almost immediately after he left, Captain Holly Short walked into the room. "How's lunch, Foaly?" "Fine. By the way, those carrots you gave me were excellent quality, as was the beetle juice." "You're welcome." Glancing at the numerous monitors around the room, she said, "How is our favorite foul Fowl?" "Very good," Foaly answered thickly, eating a carrot. "He's in Paris." Holly snorted. "Paris. Tokyo. London. Rome. They're all the same. Who under Haven cares if he's on vacation?" "Maybe you do." Another carrot slid down Foaly's gullet. "Me? Miss Fowl?" Holly said incredulously, though her liquid hazel eyes told the real story. "You always were a terrible liar, Holly." The elf sighed. "I know." "So admit it. You miss Artemis." "Yes. I guess I do. No more adventures. Just boring police work. I almost wish Artemis would remember us." Foaly laughed. "See, Holly? Sometimes you can't prevent bonding, even if you don't want to do it. It happens. I might miss him too. He was the only one who ever understood what I say." "FOALY!" The genius and the test case spun around to see Commander Root. "Back again, Commander?" Foaly said. "You know, the way your dulcet tones utter my name, it's like I never help you at all." "You're a blessing and a curse," Root said, rolling his eyes, "though the latter happens most often." "What's wrong?" Holly interrupted the familiar argument. "Mulch, that idiot! He's somehow escaped prison." "I'm on it," Holly said instantly. "He could get to Artemis. That would result in total recall, and we don't want that. So, where was Mulch spotted?" "The convict was last seen in Paris, France," Foaly said immediately. "It just came through." "All right," Holly answered, business-like. "Somebody get me a pair DoubleDex, an iris cam, and a gun." "Way ahead of you, Holly," Foaly answered, handing the gear over to her, "I've been thinking something like this would happen, so I kept this stuff handy." "You knew I would be the one on Mulch's case," she grinned. "I'm one of the only officers with hazel eyes, and here's a hazel iris cam." "Of course. You're so predictable." The phrase made Holly remember. She had said it once to a particular Mud Boy while assisting him in retrieving something from a certain Jon Spiro. "Oh, well. Mulch is predictable too. He'll be going for the gold in the Land of the Mud and one person we all know." She hopped into a pod and shot into the dangerous world of magma flares.
Artemis Fowl: The Recollection of Light By Riddlewing )
Chapter Two
France
At dinnertime, Father smiled and put his hand in his wife's as he said, "Ahem. Your attention, please." The idle chatter stopped instantly and heads turned to face him. "Well," Father announced importantly, "my business is having a meeting in abroad, and I want you all to come along. We're going to France!" "France?" Juliet squealed. "With all the shops and cute boys? Count me in!" "Ah, France," Butler sighed, "oui, I would be delighted to accompany you." "Yes," said Artemis, "I would love to go. When shall we leave?" "Next week on Tuesday," Mother answered happily. "I'll pack tonight!" declared Juliet enthusiastically, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder. "Now, I'll have to have a rather large suitcase."
On Tuesday, the Fowls and the two Butlers boarded the Lear jet and flew a quick flight to Paris. From there, they ordered a limousine from the airport and were driven to Le Cherie, a grand – and expensive – hotel in the midst of town, where they unpacked and set off to see the sights. Juliet skipped off with Mother to go shopping. Father stayed in the hotel for one of his many meetings, leaving Butler and Artemis. "Well, Artemis?" Butler said. "What do you want to do?" "Hmm..." Artemis thought for a moment. "Let's see if the French have any desirable technology."
Down in Haven, the fairy city, the centaur Foaly was watching the Fowls from the Operation Room. Sucking a carrot into his mouth and crunching loudly, he attracted the attention of Commander Root, a beet-faced elf with the most successful number of Recons in history who almost always chose shouting as his preferred communication. "FOALY!" Root roared, poking his red face into the Ops room. "You're supposed to be watching Fowl, not eating lunch!" Foaly shrugged. "I'm bored. Artemis has no recollection of fairies, he's in Paris, and he's happy. What more is there to watch?" He swallowed another carrot. "If I know Fowl, he's going to find some way to remember," Root said darkly. "He found us once, and he'll find us again. I know it." "My technology always works," said Foaly irritably, "and if he said that storage site was his last hope, then it was. Since when has the mesmer lied or failed?" Root, who could find nothing to say, stalked into his office, muttering under his breath. Almost immediately after he left, Captain Holly Short walked into the room. "How's lunch, Foaly?" "Fine. By the way, those carrots you gave me were excellent quality, as was the beetle juice." "You're welcome." Glancing at the numerous monitors around the room, she said, "How is our favorite foul Fowl?" "Very good," Foaly answered thickly, eating a carrot. "He's in Paris." Holly snorted. "Paris. Tokyo. London. Rome. They're all the same. Who under Haven cares if he's on vacation?" "Maybe you do." Another carrot slid down Foaly's gullet. "Me? Miss Fowl?" Holly said incredulously, though her liquid hazel eyes told the real story. "You always were a terrible liar, Holly." The elf sighed. "I know." "So admit it. You miss Artemis." "Yes. I guess I do. No more adventures. Just boring police work. I almost wish Artemis would remember us." Foaly laughed. "See, Holly? Sometimes you can't prevent bonding, even if you don't want to do it. It happens. I might miss him too. He was the only one who ever understood what I say." "FOALY!" The genius and the test case spun around to see Commander Root. "Back again, Commander?" Foaly said. "You know, the way your dulcet tones utter my name, it's like I never help you at all." "You're a blessing and a curse," Root said, rolling his eyes, "though the latter happens most often." "What's wrong?" Holly interrupted the familiar argument. "Mulch, that idiot! He's somehow escaped prison." "I'm on it," Holly said instantly. "He could get to Artemis. That would result in total recall, and we don't want that. So, where was Mulch spotted?" "The convict was last seen in Paris, France," Foaly said immediately. "It just came through." "All right," Holly answered, business-like. "Somebody get me a pair DoubleDex, an iris cam, and a gun." "Way ahead of you, Holly," Foaly answered, handing the gear over to her, "I've been thinking something like this would happen, so I kept this stuff handy." "You knew I would be the one on Mulch's case," she grinned. "I'm one of the only officers with hazel eyes, and here's a hazel iris cam." "Of course. You're so predictable." The phrase made Holly remember. She had said it once to a particular Mud Boy while assisting him in retrieving something from a certain Jon Spiro. "Oh, well. Mulch is predictable too. He'll be going for the gold in the Land of the Mud and one person we all know." She hopped into a pod and shot into the dangerous world of magma flares.