Disclaimer: even though this is a whole different chapter, I still don't own Artemis Fowl, or the characters with the exception of Ana O'Claire and someone else you're about to meet. Live long and prosper -Linwe
Dr. Jonnas Marshall paced his study impatiently. All his plans to breach the wall of the I.S.F.B. had failed. The Fairy bank had an unimaginable amount of guards patrolling the grounds. He couldn't think of another way to get in, it was just impossible! He was the brain of all the plans, too, so he had no help. You shouldn't expect any help, either, if you're leading a band of particularly fiendish goblins. That's what he was, a hopeless Mud Man leading a bunch of stupid, hostile goblins who was bent on destroying the earth.
The world had never been good to Dr. Marshall. From being fired from over 100 McDonalds jobs, to freak crocodile incidents, to girlfriends breaking up with him, even to maniacal hamsters chewing up his term papers… no, the world was not good to Jonnas Marshall. This is why he wanted revenge. He had found out about the Crystal of Fire approximately five years earlier, and since then he had acquired followers who were goblins, because are easily corrupted and fooled. He had come this far, and wasn't about to be stopped by the security system of the International Subterranean Fairy Bank.
For the past 6 weeks, he'd had goblins monitoring all forms of communication, both human and fairy, in case the LEP were on to him. He'd stolen a prototype from Foley without Foley's knowledge, and reproduced it for his use.
He stopped pacing the study because of the sound of hurried feet.
"Dr. Marshall! Dr. Marshall!" yelled a goblin, bursting into his study holding a pair of headphones. "You have to listen to this! It's Artemis Fowl! The famous Artemis Fowl!"
"Fowl, eh? He's not that famous, only in the LEP. Just give it to me! Wait is this a telephone call?"
"Yessir."
"I thought the Artemis Fowl would be smart enough to encrypt a call. Whatever." Dr. Marshall put on the headphones and this is what he heard.
"Artemis," said a voice, "I have some bad news."
"What's the matter, Mulch?" said a young sounding voice.
"The I.S.F.B. is more securely guarded then we ever imagined!"
"Even on the south rim of the building?"
"Unfortunately."
"Are you sure, Mulch?"
"Take a look at the web cam Ana O'Claire set up, for yourself."
"Fine." In the background, clicking and typing could be heard. "Mulch…"
"What?"
"Is-thay, ine-lay, is ot-nay ecure-say."
Click
"Have we lost them?" Dr. Marshall asked, impatiently.
"Affirmative. Fowl detected us."
"This is quite interesting."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing, just go back to whatever you were doing."
"But I helped you---"
"I'll… give you a raise, now please leave."
"Yes sir." Said the goblin while leaving.
Dr. Marshall stood, thinking, for a moment or two, and then snapped into action. He picked up his phone.
"Get me my mole in the LEP." He commanded to a goblin.
"Yes, Doctor." It rang twice.
"This is Monroe speaking."
"Monroe, it's Marshall, what's your status?"
"They don't suspect a thing, Doc."
"Good. I have a job for you. Today I intercepted a call from Mulch Diggums to Artemis Fowl."
"What?!" said Monroe, surprise in his voice. "The LEP wiped Fowl's memory two years ago, and we thought Mulch had kept his nose clean after he was miraculously released--"
"I know, you told me. Fowl caused a lot of strife in the LEP didn't he?"
"Yeah. They say he's some kind of genius." Monroe said.
"Well it seems he and Mulch have teamed up, and are planning to break into I.S.F.B."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but it could help us with our mission."
"How, doctor?"
"Fowl, the genius, will probably come up with some plan we could never think of to breach the wall. Once he does that, we could use his opening to get ourselves in."
"We'd have to be watching the bank at all times---"
"Already on it. Do you think it would work? Do the LEP suspect Fowl at all?"
"No. as far as they know, Fowl has no memory of The People."
" Good, good. Oh, there's something else. Monroe, do you know of someone named Ana O'Claire?"
Silence
"Monroe? I asked you if that name rang any kind of bell for you?"
"Yes."
"You do? It seems she's one of Fowl's accomplices."
"She is?"
"Yes, do you know anything about her?"
"Oh yeah."
"Care to elaborate?"
"She's an LEP legend. I can't believe she's still alive."
"What do you mean?"
"The first year I came to LEP to spy on them, everyone was talking about Ana, a Fairy who supposedly faked her own death to get out of LEP."
"Why didn't she just quit?"
"She couldn't. Or so I've heard."
"Why?"
"I'm not exactly sure. Something about her being so useful that if she were to quit, and the enemy getting their hands on her--"
"What enemy?"
"Anyone. Goblins, Mud Men, You…"
"They knew of me?"
"Yes, you're the only Mud Man to know of The People… except Fowl now… but they never considered you much of a threat. No offense."
"Whatever, just get on with it. Why did she fake her own death?" Marshall said, annoyed.
"She was supposedly as smart as Foley, if not smarter, but they treated her like a tool, rather than a respectable officer and I guess she was fed up. Foley gets fed up sometimes, but he loves his job, she didn't. She wanted to be a field agent, not someone who stayed at the base all the time. I can't blame her."
"How'd she fake her death?"
"I don't know all the details, but she stowed away on a field mission one day a couple years ago, and some officers said they saw her energy weapon malfunction and kill her. When they went to alert their commanding officers and then came back, she was gone. Some officer say they saw her flying away with all her equipment."
"And… she went to the surface?"
"Well, yes she did, but how she did is still a mystery to us here at LEP."
"Most interesting, Monroe. You will be compensated for your knowledge and time."
"Happy to be of service, sir. Bye." Marshall hung up the phone on the receiver.
"Well this could change my plans a bit." He said evilly with a maniacal laugh added at the end. "I'll use Artemis Fowl, and maybe this brilliant Ana O'Claire… I will succeed!"