Disclaimer: I don't own the boy genius or any of his sidekicks!
Author's Note: This is *my* version of Artemis Fowl fifth book. Some of the characters I might make up.
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Chapter Two: The Booke
Of course not!
Artemis chided himself. The Butlers have served the Fowls for years...all of them prove faithful until the very end...
He picked up his cell phone and dialed.
'Butler... I have received security tape...no...it's too risky...yes, I must admit that is true...one and a half million in all...no, don't kill him...yes...there *is* nothing we can do at the moment...yes...' he trailed off.
Artemis's eyes strayed to the computer screen. There was an email from a certain "Mue Dyngge". He frowned and clicked on it.
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Dear Artemis Fowl the Second,
You will not remember me. We have some urgent business to discuss. Don't contact me, I'll contact you.
Yours,
Mue Dyngge
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Artemis tried tracing the email. Unfortunately for him, it was spiked. Untraceable.
'Artemis?' Butler sounded concerned.
'Yes...Butler, return to the manor immediately...there are some issues we have to discuss...'
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'Are you sure this time?'
'Yes, Azwanli is a good man.'
Nguyen is a good man Artemis blinked. Where did that thought come from? Who was Nguyen?
'After four false alarms in two continents, this meeting had better yield something.'
Butler said nothing.
Artemis glanced at his watch impatiently. 'He is late...'
'Fashionably so...'
It was sweltering in the Arabian twelve o'clock sun. If not for the gold that was promised for this venture, Artemis would not have come.
He reached over and took a sip of the ice cold lemon tea in front of him.
A street merchant approached, caring a wide variety of colourful and gaudy carpets.
'Would you like to buy some carpets, sirs?'
'When you are quite done parading around in that ridiculous outfit, Mr. Azwanli, please take a seat and we can discuss business.'
'But little sir! I am a carpet seller! A merchant!'
'Hardly...' Artemis nodded at his watch, 'That is a Rolex, I believe...Add to that, your fake Arabian accent is appalling and it drew my suspicion...'
Azwanli dumped his carpets on the café floor unceremoniously and sat on the aforementioned seat.
Artemis leaned forward. 'Do you have it?'
'Of course...you have the money, I presume?'
Artemis nodded. 'Butler?'
His manservant produced a briefcase and laid it on the table.
'All sixteen thousand American dollars.'
'Good.' Azwanli stood up and grabbed the briefcase.
'I hope we are not forgetting your part of the bargain, Mr. Azwanli.'
Azwanli chuckled. 'Here,' he tossed a tiny golden volume at Artemis. Butler caught it before it met Artemis's forehead. 'Enjoy. I've tried decoding it's text half my life...I have not yet succeeded in decoding a single letter...it is written in and old tongue...Happy reading!' laughing, Azwanli hugged the briefcase tightly to his chest and walked away.'
Artemis's followed him with narrowed eyes. 'I believe, Mr. Azwanli, that your lack of intelligence has prevented you from uncovering the secrets of The Booke...' he said at the retreating form.
Artemis stood up abruptly.
'Come, Butler, we will catch the next flight home...'
'The book, sir?' Butler displayed the tiny volume in his massive palm.
'I trust you can keep it safe.'
It wasn't a question.
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A/N : I bet you know who Mue Dyngge is! Review! Constructive criticism welcomed!
Response to reviewers:
Aenea – I finished reading the 2nd and 3rd book in one day! LOL! I really love it!
Melbell – thank you for encouraging me! Hope you enjoyed this chappie!
chrysgurl – here's the 2nd chappie, for you!
isilme – Arty! I wish I was as smart as him! (No, I'm not a luster!) :P
Author's Note: This is *my* version of Artemis Fowl fifth book. Some of the characters I might make up.
*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Two: The Booke
Of course not!
Artemis chided himself. The Butlers have served the Fowls for years...all of them prove faithful until the very end...
He picked up his cell phone and dialed.
'Butler... I have received security tape...no...it's too risky...yes, I must admit that is true...one and a half million in all...no, don't kill him...yes...there *is* nothing we can do at the moment...yes...' he trailed off.
Artemis's eyes strayed to the computer screen. There was an email from a certain "Mue Dyngge". He frowned and clicked on it.
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Dear Artemis Fowl the Second,
You will not remember me. We have some urgent business to discuss. Don't contact me, I'll contact you.
Yours,
Mue Dyngge
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Artemis tried tracing the email. Unfortunately for him, it was spiked. Untraceable.
'Artemis?' Butler sounded concerned.
'Yes...Butler, return to the manor immediately...there are some issues we have to discuss...'
*~*~*~*~*~*
'Are you sure this time?'
'Yes, Azwanli is a good man.'
Nguyen is a good man Artemis blinked. Where did that thought come from? Who was Nguyen?
'After four false alarms in two continents, this meeting had better yield something.'
Butler said nothing.
Artemis glanced at his watch impatiently. 'He is late...'
'Fashionably so...'
It was sweltering in the Arabian twelve o'clock sun. If not for the gold that was promised for this venture, Artemis would not have come.
He reached over and took a sip of the ice cold lemon tea in front of him.
A street merchant approached, caring a wide variety of colourful and gaudy carpets.
'Would you like to buy some carpets, sirs?'
'When you are quite done parading around in that ridiculous outfit, Mr. Azwanli, please take a seat and we can discuss business.'
'But little sir! I am a carpet seller! A merchant!'
'Hardly...' Artemis nodded at his watch, 'That is a Rolex, I believe...Add to that, your fake Arabian accent is appalling and it drew my suspicion...'
Azwanli dumped his carpets on the café floor unceremoniously and sat on the aforementioned seat.
Artemis leaned forward. 'Do you have it?'
'Of course...you have the money, I presume?'
Artemis nodded. 'Butler?'
His manservant produced a briefcase and laid it on the table.
'All sixteen thousand American dollars.'
'Good.' Azwanli stood up and grabbed the briefcase.
'I hope we are not forgetting your part of the bargain, Mr. Azwanli.'
Azwanli chuckled. 'Here,' he tossed a tiny golden volume at Artemis. Butler caught it before it met Artemis's forehead. 'Enjoy. I've tried decoding it's text half my life...I have not yet succeeded in decoding a single letter...it is written in and old tongue...Happy reading!' laughing, Azwanli hugged the briefcase tightly to his chest and walked away.'
Artemis's followed him with narrowed eyes. 'I believe, Mr. Azwanli, that your lack of intelligence has prevented you from uncovering the secrets of The Booke...' he said at the retreating form.
Artemis stood up abruptly.
'Come, Butler, we will catch the next flight home...'
'The book, sir?' Butler displayed the tiny volume in his massive palm.
'I trust you can keep it safe.'
It wasn't a question.
*~*~*~*~*
A/N : I bet you know who Mue Dyngge is! Review! Constructive criticism welcomed!
Response to reviewers:
Aenea – I finished reading the 2nd and 3rd book in one day! LOL! I really love it!
Melbell – thank you for encouraging me! Hope you enjoyed this chappie!
chrysgurl – here's the 2nd chappie, for you!
isilme – Arty! I wish I was as smart as him! (No, I'm not a luster!) :P