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Captain Holly Short's house. Haven.
Captain Holly Short was fuming, silently in her bedroom. For the past six months, life had been nothing more than sorting through papers. Ever since Artemis Fowl had been mind-wiped, the action had just seemed to switch itself off, There had been no exciting missions to go and mess up, no alert signals sounding, no officers running down the corridors shouting, no nothing.
Holly had had enough. She stormed out of her house and sped through the crowds of protesters to the police office. She found Foaly, the centaur, sitting in his office, watching something intently on his large computer screen. Holly could see the reflection in his tin foil hat. Foaly spotted Holly in the doorway, "Ah, hello there captain. Would you care to watch some Mud People's International news?"
"Like I've got anything better to do," Scowled Holly, grabbing a swivel chair from the corner of the room. She watched a blonde woman gibber on about something to do with the American and English government, using her gift of tongues to translate.
Holly continued to watch the woman, or to be more precise, look at the picture on the screen, there's a big difference between the two, with severe boredom etched on her face. Occasionally shooting fleeting glances in Foaly's direction, wondering what he found so hilarious. There was nothing exciting on the news until:
"And in later news, the notorious criminal Jon Spiro has escaped from Chicago jail. Police say they heard Spiro muttering about an underground fairyworld and an Irish child." Holly's ears pricked up, and she actually began to concentrate on what the newsreader was saying, "Police are investigating further. Please contact us if you have any information, the contact number is on our website. In further news..."
Even though the story was over, Holly and Foaly couldn't stop staring at the computer screen, it seemed like hours before anyone said anything. But when someone did talk, the voice was neither the elf, nor the centaur.
"Foaly, what do you think you're doing, just sitting there? There's work to be done. If you're not careful, I'll have your weekly salary go straight out the window," Barked Commander Julius Root from the doorway. His face the usual red hue, and there was a foul smoke wafting above his head, rising from his customary fungus cigar.
Foaly cleared this throat, 'Better to tell him now', he thought. "Well, Commander, It's just been announced on the Mud People's news..."
"Don't tell me you've been watching Mud Men television again, centaur."
"Just hear me out, will you. Well, it was announced that Jon Spiro, the one we fought against six months ago, has escaped from prison."
"So?" Growled Root.
"Well," Holly took over, "There's worse news, much worse."
"Does this have anything to do with Artemis Fowl?"
Holly shook her head, and then stopped to consider it, "Well, maybe. I'm not sure. Oh, the bad news is, that, well, Spiro knows about us."
'W-what?" Spluttered Root.
"The police say that they heard him muttering to himself about an underground fairyworld, and an Irish lad-that would be Artemis."
"So, has Artemis got something to do with this then?" Questioned Root.
"We don't know for certain," Explained Foaly.
Root glanced over at both Foaly and Holly, composing himself until he finally said, "We'd better get a search going on this Spiro guy, then. Foaly, you try to track him down, Short, you're coming with me. We'll meet you here in two hours then, Foaly."
Foaly nodded, "Yes Sir."
"We need information quickly Foaly. Before this really does get worse." Continued Root.
Foaly nodded again.
Root turned to leave, "Well, get started then."
Holly followed the Commander to his office, where he threw himself down on his chair and began inhaling large amounts of green gas from his cigar.
Eventually, he smashed the remains of the cigar into his tray and turned to face Holly. "Short, I've got an important task for you" He began, "I need you to go and check on Artemis. It may not sound like much, but trust me, If he's remembered everything, and really is behind this whole Spiro thing, he's big trouble. Who knows how many rules the two could break if they became a team."
Holly nodded along with all that Root was saying, smiling absently, 'Finally something worth while.' She thought.
"Right," continued Root," We will equip you with your Neutrino 2000, but that's it, we can't risk too much. If Artemis has remembered, it's going to be hard to make him confess. He'll probably think you've got an iris-cam or something. There is a pod leaving in about 15 minutes, better get going, Short."
Holly almost ran out of the room. If Artemis really was back, then all this boring rubbish would be flushed right down the toilet.
Captain Holly Short's house. Haven.
Captain Holly Short was fuming, silently in her bedroom. For the past six months, life had been nothing more than sorting through papers. Ever since Artemis Fowl had been mind-wiped, the action had just seemed to switch itself off, There had been no exciting missions to go and mess up, no alert signals sounding, no officers running down the corridors shouting, no nothing.
Holly had had enough. She stormed out of her house and sped through the crowds of protesters to the police office. She found Foaly, the centaur, sitting in his office, watching something intently on his large computer screen. Holly could see the reflection in his tin foil hat. Foaly spotted Holly in the doorway, "Ah, hello there captain. Would you care to watch some Mud People's International news?"
"Like I've got anything better to do," Scowled Holly, grabbing a swivel chair from the corner of the room. She watched a blonde woman gibber on about something to do with the American and English government, using her gift of tongues to translate.
Holly continued to watch the woman, or to be more precise, look at the picture on the screen, there's a big difference between the two, with severe boredom etched on her face. Occasionally shooting fleeting glances in Foaly's direction, wondering what he found so hilarious. There was nothing exciting on the news until:
"And in later news, the notorious criminal Jon Spiro has escaped from Chicago jail. Police say they heard Spiro muttering about an underground fairyworld and an Irish child." Holly's ears pricked up, and she actually began to concentrate on what the newsreader was saying, "Police are investigating further. Please contact us if you have any information, the contact number is on our website. In further news..."
Even though the story was over, Holly and Foaly couldn't stop staring at the computer screen, it seemed like hours before anyone said anything. But when someone did talk, the voice was neither the elf, nor the centaur.
"Foaly, what do you think you're doing, just sitting there? There's work to be done. If you're not careful, I'll have your weekly salary go straight out the window," Barked Commander Julius Root from the doorway. His face the usual red hue, and there was a foul smoke wafting above his head, rising from his customary fungus cigar.
Foaly cleared this throat, 'Better to tell him now', he thought. "Well, Commander, It's just been announced on the Mud People's news..."
"Don't tell me you've been watching Mud Men television again, centaur."
"Just hear me out, will you. Well, it was announced that Jon Spiro, the one we fought against six months ago, has escaped from prison."
"So?" Growled Root.
"Well," Holly took over, "There's worse news, much worse."
"Does this have anything to do with Artemis Fowl?"
Holly shook her head, and then stopped to consider it, "Well, maybe. I'm not sure. Oh, the bad news is, that, well, Spiro knows about us."
'W-what?" Spluttered Root.
"The police say that they heard him muttering to himself about an underground fairyworld, and an Irish lad-that would be Artemis."
"So, has Artemis got something to do with this then?" Questioned Root.
"We don't know for certain," Explained Foaly.
Root glanced over at both Foaly and Holly, composing himself until he finally said, "We'd better get a search going on this Spiro guy, then. Foaly, you try to track him down, Short, you're coming with me. We'll meet you here in two hours then, Foaly."
Foaly nodded, "Yes Sir."
"We need information quickly Foaly. Before this really does get worse." Continued Root.
Foaly nodded again.
Root turned to leave, "Well, get started then."
Holly followed the Commander to his office, where he threw himself down on his chair and began inhaling large amounts of green gas from his cigar.
Eventually, he smashed the remains of the cigar into his tray and turned to face Holly. "Short, I've got an important task for you" He began, "I need you to go and check on Artemis. It may not sound like much, but trust me, If he's remembered everything, and really is behind this whole Spiro thing, he's big trouble. Who knows how many rules the two could break if they became a team."
Holly nodded along with all that Root was saying, smiling absently, 'Finally something worth while.' She thought.
"Right," continued Root," We will equip you with your Neutrino 2000, but that's it, we can't risk too much. If Artemis has remembered, it's going to be hard to make him confess. He'll probably think you've got an iris-cam or something. There is a pod leaving in about 15 minutes, better get going, Short."
Holly almost ran out of the room. If Artemis really was back, then all this boring rubbish would be flushed right down the toilet.