Okay, I've decided to write another chapter. Two in one day, I'm on a role! Ha ha!! I just know that my chapters have been so short because I haven't had much time. I don't wanna leave everyone hanging, so, moving on!
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Hana stood on what she guessed was a very up to date sidewalk, as she watched traffic zoom by. After hiding her car in a forest, she had snuck into the secret entrance of a shuttle port. It was surprisingly easy to fool the guards, who were buff, and somewhat intellegent pixies, with just a flash of her fake badge.
"Have a nice day Captain Short!" One of the pixies called to her, as she hurried away.
"You too!" She replied, and then she hopped into the nearest shuttle, a shiny red one that was very elaberately decorated on the inside, and came with just about everything a person could imagine.
Now, she stood in a place she'd only dreamed of getting to visit; the center of Recon. It was the busiest place, making it harder for someone to point her out in such crowds, even though she wasn't very worried about any normal faries and/or other speices seeing through her disguise.
"Captain, come quick!" A small pixie tugged at her arm, an alarmed look in his eyes. Hana did her best to smile at the little guy, even though he was wasting precious time she could be using for much better things than solving others problems.
"Alright, this better be important." Hana grumbled, every bit the agitated Recon officer, as he pulled her by the arm through the crowded street.
He lead her to a little fairy, who sat sprawled on the sidewalk, tears rolling down her face, as she stared in horror at a gash on her kneecap. Hana knew what the pixie boy wanted to do, and she didn't have a clue how to convince him that she couldn't.
"Could you fix her knee? My magic's not exactly good yet, and our mommies went to go get food and stuff." He questioned shyly, and Hana couldn't help but smile at his pure innocence, even though it was a sad smile, because she could do nothing to help.
"I...I'm sorry sweetie, I can't. My magic's not working right now." She lied, gently and softly.
"That's okay. There's plenty of other people I can ask." The little pixie suggested, with a wry smile.
"Okay, well, if you ever need my help again you let me know. My magic should be working by then." Hana assured him, before jogging off, guilt in her chest, at lying to that poor little kid. But she had an important mission to take care of. One that could, once again, affect human kind.
She needed to get a hold of a Mulch Diggums. She had also found about his part in the Artemis Fowl ordeal, from hacking, and she knew that if she had this remarkable dwarf on her side, she might be able to win Artemis over. Without him, she was pretty much lost.
Curently, Mulch was being heald in a well protected cell, in the Recon jail, but again, with the flash of her badge, Hana was allowed in easily. A worn, fatiged, looking prison guard lead her past cell after cell filled with all sorts of odd characters, until at last, he stopped in front of a paticularly grungy cage, and then wondered away. Hana wasn't worried about him, though, because she could find her way back out on her own.
"Hello Mr. Diggums. How are you faring today?" Hana grined wickedly, expecting a very sarcastic answer, in reply.
"Hello Holly, come to bail me out?" He asked, his voice sarcastically sweet.
"Not if you're going to address me that way." She replied haughtily, as she eyed Mulch's cell.
"Sorry Captain Short. Are you hear to bail me out?" He asked once more.
"Yes, in fact, I am." Hana answered, as she guestured for one of the guards to unlock the cage.
Hana was surprised at how quickly he took to doing it. "Holly sure must have some authority to have everyone answer her every beck and call so easily. They don't even ask for authorization papers or anything!" She couldn't help but exclaim to herself, as the guard shoved Mulch out of the cell, and right in front of her.
When the two were a safe distance from hearing, Mulch couldn't help himself, but to ask, "You're not really Holly, are you?"
For a moment, Holly looked a bit shocked he'd found out so quickly. But when someone had pulled as many schemes, like Mulch, what else was to be suspected of a constantly plotting mind.
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(Pants) That was long! I hope you guys enjoy it! RR!!! :)