Naughty reviewers! You haven't been nice to me. (
I have decided that this will be thirty chapters, though I can't say whether or not I might put a sequel afterwards.
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Artemis was deep in thought, knowing that his decision would put him in deep as well. Possibly six feet under. He had enough knowledge to know that the sides were equal in power. It seemed that there was one factor that could tip the scales.
Since his rescue from the Mafia, Artemis Fowl Sr. had lost touch with his son. While he had gone straight, he did not enjoy it very much. Often he was putting a toe or two over the line of legality, though he did not allow his son to do the same. He had been gone the day General Calan had come to Fowl Manor, though he suspected something was up.
"Son, we need to talk," Artemis Fowl Senior said to Artemis Fowl Junior.
"Of what, Father?" Artemis Junior said, playing dumb.
"I recently received a phone call from a General Howard Calan. He said hat you were being.uncooperative with him."
"Really? I know no such man." Though Artemis Fowl Junior said it with some of the best false truthfulness known to man, his heart sank behind his face.
"Oh? He claimed to have come to this very house. Apparently, you are being offered riches, and he believes that your resistance to accept may stem from the stirrings of treachery in your mind." However grand a speech this was, both knew it meant, Look, you're trying to help the other side and we know it. Now straighten up and get back on track. "Son, riches is a very, very, rare word, because no one ever gains it legally. Here is your chance! Seize the moment, and Calan said he would add the under of the earth to your prizes. Come now, don't be idiotic! You can have the world at your feet, if you just try to ignore the temptations of another species!"
Artemis couldn't look at his father any longer. He turned away. "Yes, you are right." He was lying, he wasn't sure what was right. He hadn't been sure for a long, long, time.
That night, Artemis heard some movement outside. He assumed it was a stray animal, and would be dispatched of in the morning.
A few minutes later, he felt a sharp jab in his arm. He realized it was a needle, but then things went blurry.
He woke up in a detention cell. It reminded him of being trapped in the Spiro needle. It was quite similar to that same cell, in fact. Calan walked in the room.
"Hello, Arty, I see you're awake. Nice job we did there, with the video polygraph. It's brand new, and we used it to tell that you were lying. And it was all provided by this man right here." Calan pointed to the door. Jon Spiro walked in.
Artemis gasped.
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This chapter dedicated to Lessa3, for the best fanfiction I have ever read. ^__^
I have decided that this will be thirty chapters, though I can't say whether or not I might put a sequel afterwards.
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Artemis was deep in thought, knowing that his decision would put him in deep as well. Possibly six feet under. He had enough knowledge to know that the sides were equal in power. It seemed that there was one factor that could tip the scales.
Since his rescue from the Mafia, Artemis Fowl Sr. had lost touch with his son. While he had gone straight, he did not enjoy it very much. Often he was putting a toe or two over the line of legality, though he did not allow his son to do the same. He had been gone the day General Calan had come to Fowl Manor, though he suspected something was up.
"Son, we need to talk," Artemis Fowl Senior said to Artemis Fowl Junior.
"Of what, Father?" Artemis Junior said, playing dumb.
"I recently received a phone call from a General Howard Calan. He said hat you were being.uncooperative with him."
"Really? I know no such man." Though Artemis Fowl Junior said it with some of the best false truthfulness known to man, his heart sank behind his face.
"Oh? He claimed to have come to this very house. Apparently, you are being offered riches, and he believes that your resistance to accept may stem from the stirrings of treachery in your mind." However grand a speech this was, both knew it meant, Look, you're trying to help the other side and we know it. Now straighten up and get back on track. "Son, riches is a very, very, rare word, because no one ever gains it legally. Here is your chance! Seize the moment, and Calan said he would add the under of the earth to your prizes. Come now, don't be idiotic! You can have the world at your feet, if you just try to ignore the temptations of another species!"
Artemis couldn't look at his father any longer. He turned away. "Yes, you are right." He was lying, he wasn't sure what was right. He hadn't been sure for a long, long, time.
That night, Artemis heard some movement outside. He assumed it was a stray animal, and would be dispatched of in the morning.
A few minutes later, he felt a sharp jab in his arm. He realized it was a needle, but then things went blurry.
He woke up in a detention cell. It reminded him of being trapped in the Spiro needle. It was quite similar to that same cell, in fact. Calan walked in the room.
"Hello, Arty, I see you're awake. Nice job we did there, with the video polygraph. It's brand new, and we used it to tell that you were lying. And it was all provided by this man right here." Calan pointed to the door. Jon Spiro walked in.
Artemis gasped.
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This chapter dedicated to Lessa3, for the best fanfiction I have ever read. ^__^