Finally! Chapter 5! Sorry it took so long, but like I said before, I had writer's block. And sorry for the really sorry excuse that the last chapter 5 I put up was. I got frustrated and just wrote the first thing that came into my head down. But anyway...
Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl characters blah blah blah.
And on we go with the long awaited, at least I hope it's been long awaited, chapter 5 of Artemis Fowl : The Haven Incident.
Jon Spiro dialled a number on his phone. A number that the person on the other side of the ear-piece was reciting. He selected SEND and waited a few seconds until the screen of his Fission Chips mobile flashed MESSAGE SENT. An evil smile crept up Spiro's face. Revenge on its way, and when it came, it was going to be sweet.
Artemis awoke in the same room he had found himself in just over a year ago. The same uncomfortable furniture and like last time he's hands were shackled to the chair.
He noticed Holly on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Commander Root was sitting at his desk, fumbling with something in his hands.
"It's about time you woke up," scowled Holly.
Artemis ignored the comment, choosing instead to insult the Commander.
"Same old office then, Commander? I would have thought you of all people to have made a bit more of an effort to-"
"Shut up Fowl," Root snarled. "This is no time for jokes or any of your stupid sarcasm. We have a very big problem here and we don't need you to make it any worse. After a lot of discussion with other members of the LEP, I have decided to pay you your asked amount if you agree to help."
Artemis grinned and nodded. "Very well, Commander."
Their conversation was interrupted by a beeping noise, coming from Root's desk. Root jabbed the intercom button and barked,
"What do you want, Foaly?"
He was answered immediately by a voice that was none other than Foaly the centaur's.
"Come down to my office right now, Commander. There's something you'll really want to see. Bring Mudboy, too." Foaly cut off the connection.
Artemis smirked. "You really are losing your touch, aren't you, Commander? Allowing yourself to be bossed around by a quadrupedal."
Root opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it and closed it again.
"Are we going to see Foaly, or not?" growled Holly.
"Er... yes, Foaly. Short, unlock Mudboy over there and then both of you follow me."
Holly trailed over to Artemis, searching for something in her pocket. She pulled out a ridiculously small key and unlocked the cuffs of metal that bound Artemis's wrists to the chair.
The three of them left for Foaly's office, down various corridors and a short trip in an elevator. Whenever a LEP officer spotted Artemis, they fled, abandoning their current job.
A few minutes later, Root stopped in front of a plain wall. Artemis guessed that this must be the entrance to the centaur's office, as he could just about make out a tiny camera on the ceiling.
"Foaly," barked Root. "Let us in, you pony."
There was a few seconds of silence as, Artemis guessed again, they were being scanned for any weaponry.
The large steel wall then split in half and opened without a sound.
Artemis invited himself and gazed around the utterly amazing room, which unlike the outside, had no sign of bare wall. They were all covered in monitors, buttons, bright computer screens and many more gadgets that Artemis longed to study further.
"Greetings, Mudboy," came a familiar voice behind him.
Artemis spun around to face Foaly himself. He smiled slyly and returned the greeting.
"Foaly, can we please get on with this, I haven't got all day you know. I'm a very busy fairy." Roots complexion turned a slightly darker shade of purple with impatience.
"Right you are, Commander." Foaly clip-clopped over to one of his computers and began typing at lightening speed. "You were sent a text message, Mudboy. While you were down here. My tracking devices didn't like it, so they sent it to me instead. It had many keywords in and the sender was none other than Mister Jon Spiro himself."
Artemis nodded.
"Spiro knows about the People, as we all know," Foaly continued. "In his message he said that he wanted Artemis to track him down and tell him all he needed to know about us. If he doesn't, then there will be some serious consequences for both him and Haven."
Artemis nodded again. "Do you know where Spiro is at the moment?"
"Of course. I didn't get around to be who I am today without tracking a criminal down. He is in Las Vegas at this moment. Good place to hide, I'd say. So busy there that no one looks at any one twice."
"I see. And do we know how Spiro has come to know about the People while he's been locked up in a prison cell?"
"Aha," exclaimed Foaly. "Very glad you asked that question. It took a lot of time and patience, but I eventually found his source of information. A mudboy by the name of Jo Ripson. Fifteen years of age and by the looks of things, about as smart as you, Artemis. He has gone to visit Spiro while he was in the slammer, and let it slip about the fairies. The problem is, I can't find where Ripson's found out about it. I've deleted all the Mud Peoples web-sites that have anything to do with the People."
"Had you ever considered that I may be his source of information? He could have hacked into my computer system before you erased all my programs containing any relation to the People. That is, of course, if he is as smart as you say he is. My computer system has the highest quality security in the whole of Europe.
"Yes, that is possible, but at the moment I think instead of you thinking up explanations, you leave me to do that, and you start to think up one of your little plans. In the mean time, we need to get you to Las Vegas. Holly, I hope, will go with you-"
"That is, of course," Root cut in, "if I allow her to go."
"Yes, Commander. Anyway, we need to know exactly how much Spiro actually knows, and then mind-wipe him, and not to mention Ripson. And Frond knows that trying to mind-wipe Spiro is not going to be easy. Right, any questions?"
"Just one," mused Artemis. "Is this Jo Ripson with Mister Spiro at the moment?"
"Yep, they've been on the run together since he escaped. Now, to the pods." Foaly strolled to the doors, which slid open automatically, and led the way to the pods.
"There's one leaving in around twenty minutes. Mudboy will have to go nighty night again-"
"Do I have the right know why?" scowled Artemis.
"Well, alright. It's just that it helps when a mud person travels in a pod that they're unconscious. We had a few problems before, and ended up killing a few of them."
"If I recall correctly, last time I was here, there was a jet and I seem to remember being neither asleep nor dead."
Foaly cleared his throat. "Yes, well, Holly can tell you what happened there."
"So I flew it into the magna flares when they were active. Big deal. I still don't understand why they didn't make a new one while it was being repaired."
"I told you before, Holly. I'm having money problems."
Artemis was suspicious. "If you are having money problems, that means that the Commander is not paying you. Which means that the Commander is probably having money problems too and can probably not afford to pay me for my assistance in this little scheme."
"Alright mudboy," chuckled Foaly. "Keep your hair on. I'm sure the Commander will have enough for you. Now, you better go and-"
At that moment something sharp hit Artemis in the arm. He quickly grabbed the dart and pulled it out. It had a blue casing. Anaesthetic no doubt.
He spun around to see a smug looking Grub Kelp holding a rifle.
"See Foaly. I told you I was good. Wasn't I Comma-"
"Kelp, you idiot," barked Root. "You shot him too early."
Then, for the second time in the last few hours, Artemis fell to the floor in a deep sleep.
Quickly after awaking, Artemis realised that he was in his own jet. What he wanted to know was who was driving. He got to his feet and strode to the cockpit. Surely enough there sat Juliet Butler.
She spotted Artemis through the corner of her eye.
"Hey there, sleepy head."
Artemis scowled and sat down in the seat next to the girl. "I presume Butler didn't accompany you."
Juliet sighed and shook her head. "No, he didn't."
"Very well."
Holly's head suddenly appeared between the two seats.
"Right Mudboy. There you are. We're heading for Barbary Coast Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas. I've got a picture of Ripson here for you."
She grabbed her helmet and rammed it onto Artemis's head.
On the screen was a picture of a boy with dark hair and matching, emotionless eyes. There was something familiar about his features and his name. But he couldn't place them.
"Got a plan yet?"
Artemis waved a hand at her. "Be quiet a minute."
Holly frowned. "I know we're not the best of friends Fowl, but you don't have to act like Root. I've had enough of him to last me a lifetime. And in fairy years, that's a long time."
Artemis didn't reply. He just stared at the picture of Spiro's sidekick. There was definitely something familiar about this boy, and Artemis intended to find out why. This mission was certainly going to be an interesting one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl characters blah blah blah.
And on we go with the long awaited, at least I hope it's been long awaited, chapter 5 of Artemis Fowl : The Haven Incident.
Jon Spiro dialled a number on his phone. A number that the person on the other side of the ear-piece was reciting. He selected SEND and waited a few seconds until the screen of his Fission Chips mobile flashed MESSAGE SENT. An evil smile crept up Spiro's face. Revenge on its way, and when it came, it was going to be sweet.
Artemis awoke in the same room he had found himself in just over a year ago. The same uncomfortable furniture and like last time he's hands were shackled to the chair.
He noticed Holly on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Commander Root was sitting at his desk, fumbling with something in his hands.
"It's about time you woke up," scowled Holly.
Artemis ignored the comment, choosing instead to insult the Commander.
"Same old office then, Commander? I would have thought you of all people to have made a bit more of an effort to-"
"Shut up Fowl," Root snarled. "This is no time for jokes or any of your stupid sarcasm. We have a very big problem here and we don't need you to make it any worse. After a lot of discussion with other members of the LEP, I have decided to pay you your asked amount if you agree to help."
Artemis grinned and nodded. "Very well, Commander."
Their conversation was interrupted by a beeping noise, coming from Root's desk. Root jabbed the intercom button and barked,
"What do you want, Foaly?"
He was answered immediately by a voice that was none other than Foaly the centaur's.
"Come down to my office right now, Commander. There's something you'll really want to see. Bring Mudboy, too." Foaly cut off the connection.
Artemis smirked. "You really are losing your touch, aren't you, Commander? Allowing yourself to be bossed around by a quadrupedal."
Root opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it and closed it again.
"Are we going to see Foaly, or not?" growled Holly.
"Er... yes, Foaly. Short, unlock Mudboy over there and then both of you follow me."
Holly trailed over to Artemis, searching for something in her pocket. She pulled out a ridiculously small key and unlocked the cuffs of metal that bound Artemis's wrists to the chair.
The three of them left for Foaly's office, down various corridors and a short trip in an elevator. Whenever a LEP officer spotted Artemis, they fled, abandoning their current job.
A few minutes later, Root stopped in front of a plain wall. Artemis guessed that this must be the entrance to the centaur's office, as he could just about make out a tiny camera on the ceiling.
"Foaly," barked Root. "Let us in, you pony."
There was a few seconds of silence as, Artemis guessed again, they were being scanned for any weaponry.
The large steel wall then split in half and opened without a sound.
Artemis invited himself and gazed around the utterly amazing room, which unlike the outside, had no sign of bare wall. They were all covered in monitors, buttons, bright computer screens and many more gadgets that Artemis longed to study further.
"Greetings, Mudboy," came a familiar voice behind him.
Artemis spun around to face Foaly himself. He smiled slyly and returned the greeting.
"Foaly, can we please get on with this, I haven't got all day you know. I'm a very busy fairy." Roots complexion turned a slightly darker shade of purple with impatience.
"Right you are, Commander." Foaly clip-clopped over to one of his computers and began typing at lightening speed. "You were sent a text message, Mudboy. While you were down here. My tracking devices didn't like it, so they sent it to me instead. It had many keywords in and the sender was none other than Mister Jon Spiro himself."
Artemis nodded.
"Spiro knows about the People, as we all know," Foaly continued. "In his message he said that he wanted Artemis to track him down and tell him all he needed to know about us. If he doesn't, then there will be some serious consequences for both him and Haven."
Artemis nodded again. "Do you know where Spiro is at the moment?"
"Of course. I didn't get around to be who I am today without tracking a criminal down. He is in Las Vegas at this moment. Good place to hide, I'd say. So busy there that no one looks at any one twice."
"I see. And do we know how Spiro has come to know about the People while he's been locked up in a prison cell?"
"Aha," exclaimed Foaly. "Very glad you asked that question. It took a lot of time and patience, but I eventually found his source of information. A mudboy by the name of Jo Ripson. Fifteen years of age and by the looks of things, about as smart as you, Artemis. He has gone to visit Spiro while he was in the slammer, and let it slip about the fairies. The problem is, I can't find where Ripson's found out about it. I've deleted all the Mud Peoples web-sites that have anything to do with the People."
"Had you ever considered that I may be his source of information? He could have hacked into my computer system before you erased all my programs containing any relation to the People. That is, of course, if he is as smart as you say he is. My computer system has the highest quality security in the whole of Europe.
"Yes, that is possible, but at the moment I think instead of you thinking up explanations, you leave me to do that, and you start to think up one of your little plans. In the mean time, we need to get you to Las Vegas. Holly, I hope, will go with you-"
"That is, of course," Root cut in, "if I allow her to go."
"Yes, Commander. Anyway, we need to know exactly how much Spiro actually knows, and then mind-wipe him, and not to mention Ripson. And Frond knows that trying to mind-wipe Spiro is not going to be easy. Right, any questions?"
"Just one," mused Artemis. "Is this Jo Ripson with Mister Spiro at the moment?"
"Yep, they've been on the run together since he escaped. Now, to the pods." Foaly strolled to the doors, which slid open automatically, and led the way to the pods.
"There's one leaving in around twenty minutes. Mudboy will have to go nighty night again-"
"Do I have the right know why?" scowled Artemis.
"Well, alright. It's just that it helps when a mud person travels in a pod that they're unconscious. We had a few problems before, and ended up killing a few of them."
"If I recall correctly, last time I was here, there was a jet and I seem to remember being neither asleep nor dead."
Foaly cleared his throat. "Yes, well, Holly can tell you what happened there."
"So I flew it into the magna flares when they were active. Big deal. I still don't understand why they didn't make a new one while it was being repaired."
"I told you before, Holly. I'm having money problems."
Artemis was suspicious. "If you are having money problems, that means that the Commander is not paying you. Which means that the Commander is probably having money problems too and can probably not afford to pay me for my assistance in this little scheme."
"Alright mudboy," chuckled Foaly. "Keep your hair on. I'm sure the Commander will have enough for you. Now, you better go and-"
At that moment something sharp hit Artemis in the arm. He quickly grabbed the dart and pulled it out. It had a blue casing. Anaesthetic no doubt.
He spun around to see a smug looking Grub Kelp holding a rifle.
"See Foaly. I told you I was good. Wasn't I Comma-"
"Kelp, you idiot," barked Root. "You shot him too early."
Then, for the second time in the last few hours, Artemis fell to the floor in a deep sleep.
Quickly after awaking, Artemis realised that he was in his own jet. What he wanted to know was who was driving. He got to his feet and strode to the cockpit. Surely enough there sat Juliet Butler.
She spotted Artemis through the corner of her eye.
"Hey there, sleepy head."
Artemis scowled and sat down in the seat next to the girl. "I presume Butler didn't accompany you."
Juliet sighed and shook her head. "No, he didn't."
"Very well."
Holly's head suddenly appeared between the two seats.
"Right Mudboy. There you are. We're heading for Barbary Coast Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas. I've got a picture of Ripson here for you."
She grabbed her helmet and rammed it onto Artemis's head.
On the screen was a picture of a boy with dark hair and matching, emotionless eyes. There was something familiar about his features and his name. But he couldn't place them.
"Got a plan yet?"
Artemis waved a hand at her. "Be quiet a minute."
Holly frowned. "I know we're not the best of friends Fowl, but you don't have to act like Root. I've had enough of him to last me a lifetime. And in fairy years, that's a long time."
Artemis didn't reply. He just stared at the picture of Spiro's sidekick. There was definitely something familiar about this boy, and Artemis intended to find out why. This mission was certainly going to be an interesting one.