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Artemis Fowl: The Recollection of Light By Riddlewing )
Chapter Three
Mud and Mulch In Paris
"Butler, I believe it's time to update my money diversion software." Artemis pulled up his laptop and opened his program. He had just finished version 2.0, but there were some glitches that needed to be fixed. Butler watched over his charge's shoulder as Artemis brought the software code up. "Oh, yes," Butler said, "I seem to remember that only a few hundred dollars were transferred at a time. And I also seem to remember that you were attempting to take money from accounts in countries other than Switzerland." "Yes. Butler, would you have any ideas?" "Well, I would try this..." Butler typed a complicated-looking code into the software and Artemis exclaimed, "Of course! That's what I've been missing. Thank you." He typed furiously for several minutes, and then halted, stretching his pale digits. "Shall we test it out?" "Why not?" Artemis pushed a button on his laptop and watched delightedly as large figures began pouring into his accounts from England and Germany.
Holly was above ground in a fairy fort. Once she stepped out of it, she would be in Paris. Right near the Eiffel Tower to be exact. She shielded herself and stepped beyond the boundaries. Humans strolled leisurely down the roads, sipping cool soy lattes and chatting animatedly. Holly smiled as she inhaled the sweet air, air that smelled much better than its counterpart in Haven. She quickly dismissed her momentary enjoyment as she set her mind to business. If I were Mulch, where would I hide? "You could ask for help, Holly," a tinny voice said in her ear. "Foaly!" she said, relieved. "How did you know what I was thinking?" "You spoke aloud. You probably didn't know it, though. Well, Mulch would probably be in Disneyland Paris, if you ask me." "Thanks. I'll go there right now." Holly took flight, jacking the motor of her DoubleDex up to full throttle, and zoomed off to the famous amusement park. She passed over several concession stands, and looked longingly at the ice cream shops. It was hot out, and the last time she'd had a Popsicle was, well, decades ago, and she'd been posing as a grumpy dwarf from the Snow White exhibit. Root had almost popped a vein when he had found out. Regaining herself, she suddenly spotted a familiar-looking short dwarf. Picking someone's pocket. She had to hand it to Mulch, kleptomaniac as he was, he was still quite a good thief. Flying down, invisible, she hurled her buzz baton at him from the air, and it clipped his backside. Yowling, Mulch hurried away, unnoticed in the crowd by his victim. Curiously, he picked up the buzz baton and then looked up into the sky. There was an LEP officer here; he could sense it. Knowing she'd have to reveal herself sooner or later, she descended to earth and turned her wings off. Opening her visor, she shouted, "Mulch!" The dwarf spun around and saw nothing. Confused, he kept walking and searching the skies. "Mulch!" Holly repeated. "The Beet Root sent me." "Captain Short?" Mulch said uncertainly, backing away. "Who else can throw a buzz baton like that?" "Ah, it's you," Mulch said, slightly reassured. "What does Julius want now? It's not my fault I hate jail." Holly unshielded. "The usual. Your hide. You in jail. No surprises, I can promise you." "He thinks I'm trying to find Artemis." "Dead on. Are you?" "Of course. But I wanted to visit Paris to pick some pockets, see the sights, you know. But I despise this sun block. Smells like - " "I saw you in action," Holly interrupted dryly before Mulch could complete his analogy and closing her visor at the stink. "So, do you know where Artemis is?" "Here. In Le Cherie, down a couple miles. I'll undoubtedly be paying a visit sooner or later. Foaly's swollen techno-head is so annoying sometimes." "I heard that!" a voice in Holly's earpiece cried indignantly. Mulch smirked wickedly. "You'll be hearing more where that came from, my dear donkey boy. I've captured a few swear toads in my day." Root took over. "Ah, it's my most wanted convict, escaped yet again from prison. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're here for a lengthy stay with our favorite Mud Boy."
"Butler," Artemis said presently, "have you been having strange dreams lately?" "Why do you ask?" "Well, I believe all dreams have meanings, and if you have had dreams too, then there is something going on." "Yes," Butler admitted, "I have. About light and shadows." "I have had those sort of dreams also. Something is about to happen. I know it intuitively." And Butler knew it to be true. If Master Artemis said something was so, then it most definitely was.
Artemis Fowl: The Recollection of Light By Riddlewing )
Chapter Three
Mud and Mulch In Paris
"Butler, I believe it's time to update my money diversion software." Artemis pulled up his laptop and opened his program. He had just finished version 2.0, but there were some glitches that needed to be fixed. Butler watched over his charge's shoulder as Artemis brought the software code up. "Oh, yes," Butler said, "I seem to remember that only a few hundred dollars were transferred at a time. And I also seem to remember that you were attempting to take money from accounts in countries other than Switzerland." "Yes. Butler, would you have any ideas?" "Well, I would try this..." Butler typed a complicated-looking code into the software and Artemis exclaimed, "Of course! That's what I've been missing. Thank you." He typed furiously for several minutes, and then halted, stretching his pale digits. "Shall we test it out?" "Why not?" Artemis pushed a button on his laptop and watched delightedly as large figures began pouring into his accounts from England and Germany.
Holly was above ground in a fairy fort. Once she stepped out of it, she would be in Paris. Right near the Eiffel Tower to be exact. She shielded herself and stepped beyond the boundaries. Humans strolled leisurely down the roads, sipping cool soy lattes and chatting animatedly. Holly smiled as she inhaled the sweet air, air that smelled much better than its counterpart in Haven. She quickly dismissed her momentary enjoyment as she set her mind to business. If I were Mulch, where would I hide? "You could ask for help, Holly," a tinny voice said in her ear. "Foaly!" she said, relieved. "How did you know what I was thinking?" "You spoke aloud. You probably didn't know it, though. Well, Mulch would probably be in Disneyland Paris, if you ask me." "Thanks. I'll go there right now." Holly took flight, jacking the motor of her DoubleDex up to full throttle, and zoomed off to the famous amusement park. She passed over several concession stands, and looked longingly at the ice cream shops. It was hot out, and the last time she'd had a Popsicle was, well, decades ago, and she'd been posing as a grumpy dwarf from the Snow White exhibit. Root had almost popped a vein when he had found out. Regaining herself, she suddenly spotted a familiar-looking short dwarf. Picking someone's pocket. She had to hand it to Mulch, kleptomaniac as he was, he was still quite a good thief. Flying down, invisible, she hurled her buzz baton at him from the air, and it clipped his backside. Yowling, Mulch hurried away, unnoticed in the crowd by his victim. Curiously, he picked up the buzz baton and then looked up into the sky. There was an LEP officer here; he could sense it. Knowing she'd have to reveal herself sooner or later, she descended to earth and turned her wings off. Opening her visor, she shouted, "Mulch!" The dwarf spun around and saw nothing. Confused, he kept walking and searching the skies. "Mulch!" Holly repeated. "The Beet Root sent me." "Captain Short?" Mulch said uncertainly, backing away. "Who else can throw a buzz baton like that?" "Ah, it's you," Mulch said, slightly reassured. "What does Julius want now? It's not my fault I hate jail." Holly unshielded. "The usual. Your hide. You in jail. No surprises, I can promise you." "He thinks I'm trying to find Artemis." "Dead on. Are you?" "Of course. But I wanted to visit Paris to pick some pockets, see the sights, you know. But I despise this sun block. Smells like - " "I saw you in action," Holly interrupted dryly before Mulch could complete his analogy and closing her visor at the stink. "So, do you know where Artemis is?" "Here. In Le Cherie, down a couple miles. I'll undoubtedly be paying a visit sooner or later. Foaly's swollen techno-head is so annoying sometimes." "I heard that!" a voice in Holly's earpiece cried indignantly. Mulch smirked wickedly. "You'll be hearing more where that came from, my dear donkey boy. I've captured a few swear toads in my day." Root took over. "Ah, it's my most wanted convict, escaped yet again from prison. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're here for a lengthy stay with our favorite Mud Boy."
"Butler," Artemis said presently, "have you been having strange dreams lately?" "Why do you ask?" "Well, I believe all dreams have meanings, and if you have had dreams too, then there is something going on." "Yes," Butler admitted, "I have. About light and shadows." "I have had those sort of dreams also. Something is about to happen. I know it intuitively." And Butler knew it to be true. If Master Artemis said something was so, then it most definitely was.