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Part II: Reinforcement

Chapter IV

Blood of Mine

Haven City, the Lower Elements, Howler's Peak Prison

It isn't everyday that a goblin is arrested and placed in the goblin prison, Howler's Peak. Yet it is rarely seen for an elf to be locked up in the institute, let alone a goblin. This elf however is as violent as any goblin, troll or maniacal fairy.

He had been in prison for decades, never visited by his foe or family. His capturer made sure of that.

The elf screamed out loud.

"D'Arvit Julius Root!"

An assortment of utensils came flying towards the old elf, clouding his view with bits of metal and hitting him all over.

"D'Arvit!"

The elf's goblin cellmate jumped from his bunker. "D'Arvit yerself, stupid elf! Stop yellin'! My brain is fryin'!!"

"Tcha! You have no brains to fry, imbecile!" The elf raised a threatening long finger and pointed to the goblin. "You're more pathetic than a stinkworm!"

And thus a fight begins.

The goblin pounced on the little elf. "I'll fry yer brains out fer good, smart-mouth elf!"

The surrounding cells were clustered with confused faces, watching the two rolling over the floor, punching .and breaking furniture, on each other.

The patrol stopped and turned his face to the air.

"D'Arvit, not another fight!"

He raced down the hall, hovering slightly above the floor. Sprites tend to hover when nervous, and it was in fact, the poor sprite's second day. You really feel for the guy when he had to deal with goblin prisoners. Nasty work.

"Oi oi! You two, stop now! Cut it out, will you!"

To no avail, the elf and goblin continued to pounce on each other until the lights went off.

"D'Arvit, what now?" Swore the sprite patrol.

Pomf!

The sprite fell with a sickening sound of metal on flesh. The elf grabbed the sprite and pulled him towards the cell. He did this all in the midst of chaos.

Without light, goblins began breathing fire to see. A smart move if it weren't for the several singed backs they gave other goblins. A bigger fight emerged between them as each cell erupted with flame and fury.

The elf's fallen cellmate was lying limp over a rather sharp looking bit of splintered wood.

Ouch.

There was a jingle of keys and a scrape in a lock, flinging open the elf's door. He came out from within, his rotting face sick with malice and revenge.

"I'm coming for you, my brother."

Haven, Police Plaza

He knew there was something wrong the moment Captain Short came in. He knew something was going on even before she came in.

Something horrible.

Now, Julius Root was no dwarf, but he had hair and they always say: Trust the hair.

And his hair was telling him something was wrong.

Something terribly wrong.

He was in a bad mood, so bad in fact that he nearly fired Chix Verbil when he entered; with bad news of course.

"Commander, I've just received news that there has been a blackout at Howler's Peak. The goblins are wild with anger, sir."

Root's face purpled. Not pretty.

"And?" He said, voice threatening to erupt into a thundering roar.

"There has been no report whatsoever since the blackout."

"When was this blackout?"

Chix was nervous and if he was a sprite, he'd be 6 feet over. Wait, he is a sprite.

"Um…2 hours ago?"

Chix stepped back and covered his ears. There was no warning needed when it came to Root and bad, really bad news.

Root calmed considerably though. Instead, he sat back into his armchair and took out a cigar.

"Well, there are no casualties. Nothings wrong, is there? Just a power failure and a few stupid goblins burning each other. Nothing really bad, is there?"

Commander Root laughed heartily, but soon stopped.

"Why aren't you laughing Privatel? It's nothing bad now, is there? Is there, Chix Verbil?"

Private Verbil was trembling in fear for his job.

"We-well s-sir. We sent a few Retrieval to handle the situation a-and they have set everything straight." Stammered Verbil.

"Retrieval? That's a bit much, don't you think?" Said Root.

"A sprite was injured actually an-and his k-keys…sir. Taken them sir, he has."

Root threw the cigar in the bin before even smouldering it. The steady stream of green smoke trailed from the bin, catching Chix's attention. He didn't want to look Julius Root in the face just now. Because his face was starting to redden again.

In a quiet and deathly whispered, Root asked. "Who has?"

Chix hid behind his notes. He gulped and practically ran out, knocking Captain Kelp aside as he entered.

"He has, sir. Your brother, blood of your own." He finished.

It was Root's turn to gulp. "Oh gods…go and warn Holly. I want her in my office, now."

Trouble nodded quickly. "Anything else sir?"

Root glared at his Captain. "Not unless you have a plan for capturing Turnball Root, no."

Haven, Police Plaza, twenty minutes ago

Morning at Police Plaza was never a good sign. For one, it was far too early for any good tempers. Two, Julius Root hated the office in the morning.

Holly tiptoed passed the commander's office, hoping that today…he was in a good mood. He wasn't. A gentle draft moved the office door with a deafening screech. Ah, too late.

She closed her eyes and braced herself. It was quiet. It was very quiet and it scared her. Her confused eyes met up with the red nose of Commander Root. Shocked, Holly fell to the floor.

"Oomph!"

There was malice in Root's grin, she was sure of it. She could see it in his smile and his eyes.

"Well well, Captain Short. Reporting in?" He said. He offered her a hand, which she took cautiously. You never know with Root.

"Yessir." She said, saluting.

He surveyed her carefully, causing Holly to raise an eyebrow.

"Is everything alright, Commander?"

"Hmmm…yes." He said, still staring at her. She blinked.

"Donkey boy wants to speak with you." He said finally. "He says he can't tell me because I'll get upset. Damn right I will be! If it's another one of those hunches again…"

Holly had already left Root long before he began muttering curses to himself. She raced into the OP booth and looked around. Foaly was sitting quite complacently in his specialised leather bound, rubber lined chair. He was still paranoid and had taken extra precautions since the time his back side was singed by Cudgeon (AF: Arctic Incident).

"Well Foaly? What have you got for me?" Holly asked. She sounded impatient but inside, she was brimming with enthusiasm. Foaly wanted to talk to her, then it must be big!

"Ah Holly! Glad you can join me." He said, sitting very comfortably on his paranoia-designed seat. He was making her wait, with success. He loved toying with people.

"Cut to the chase donkey. What have you got on Fowl?" She snapped. It wasn't like her to be so snippy but she couldn't help it. She had been waiting for something to happen; he was nevertheless, Artemis Fowl.

Holly tapped her foot with her arms crossed. Foaly could see that behind those arms, Holly was fingering her baton.

"How do you know it's got something to do with the mud boy?"

The elf smirked. "Diggums above ground, in Dublin. What else?"

"Actually Holly, it's not about Artemis." Holly's expression dropped. "It's about Diggums." Her face brightened.

"What have you got for me?" She hoped her hard work yesterday had paid off.

Foaly slowly got off the chair and paced around the room. "You see, Mulch's mysterious release wasn't right. The date, I am sure, was correct. But even if they weren't, he'd still be convicted for stealing the gold two years ago."

He stopped and gave Holly a little smirk.

"You'll like this bit though. The mud boy might be involved after all."

"So I see. Now stop leading me on and get to the point, Foaly." Said Holly, quite interested in what the centaur had to say, though she would bet her life savings that she knew exactly what he was about to say.

"Mulch changed the date and made it seem like the mud whelp did it!" Cried out Foaly ecstatically.

"Huh?"

Holly would've lost all the money she had right about now.

"You really think that?"

"No." Said Foaly, rolling his eyes. "It's so obvious, I didn't even need to think about it. Fowl so did it, but for what reason…that has to do with Mulch."

"You think Mulch would really go to him?" Asked Holly.

"Yes, but I've been meaning to ask you. Holly, what was that gold thing you gave the mud boy? The one with the hole in the centre."

Holly looked confused for a moment. Gold thing? What gold…oh…

"A medallion. I shot the hole, remember? To prove that there was still some decency in the mud boy." She answered, unaware that her fingers started to flex itself, as though testing whether it still worked. A reflex action, but who can blame her after what happened to her forefinger?

"It was fairy gold right?"

"Yes? But I don't see-"

"The last time you looked at that was…on Mulch?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you think it was a little…'thinner' than what fairy gold should be?"

The elf again looked confused. Today was not a thinking day for poor Holly. She pictured the medallion in her mind and reached into her pocket and extracted a piece of fairy gold.

Oh my Frond…

"No way!" She said, but even her own voice betrayed her.

"Bingo. One for elf girl."

"But how do you know for sure? No, wait, you don't." Holly bit her lip, but quickly regained her poise. "Foaly, did you pull security and cameras from Fowl Manor?"

The centaur smiled. "Seriously Holly, you read me like as book. Of course I didn't."

"Then show me Fowl Manor" Demanded Holly Short.

"Aye aye, Captain."

"Don't call me that, pony boy."

The plasma screen flickered and Holly gasped. On one of the little screens to the far right were standing several people and one dwarf.

"Mulch…" Hissed Holly. "But who's the girl and the boy there?"

Foaly leaned in and took a closer look. "Ahh…looks like she's back. I thought she would, some day."

"What are you talking about? Spill, donkey boy!"

"The boy is Butler and Juliet's brother, Matthias. The girl is Erika S. Fowl." Foaly said quietly.

Holly uttered something sounding very familiar to a squeak.

Just then, things got a lot worse.

Trouble Kelp practically ran into the room and crashed into Holly and Foaly.

"Oops, sorry. Holly, Julius wants to see you. Turnball is back!"

"Oh gods no…" Said Holly, rushing out of the OP booth to Commander Root's office.

"Ah Holly, nice to see you are well." Said Root immediately as soon as Holly arrived. His face was cold and angry, and had the look that screamed 'Beware, I will eat you alive!'

"Sir, sorry to say so but we have a lot more to worry about other then Turnball. Artemis Fowl, he's back and he remembers the fairies!"

Root groaned. Artemis Fowl, what now?

"And he's got a sister! There's an heiress to the Fowl Empire!" Holly was very stressed indeed.

"Holly! Turnball is on the loose! We have to find him before something else happens! Do you recall last time? He nearly had us then!" Shouted Root, faced turning a deeper shade of purple every second. He'd lost his temper again. "I want you and Captain Kelp to report in when you find anything. Track him down!"

Holly hung her head. If it hadn't been for her disregard for rules and quick thinking, Root and even Trouble wouldn't still be here.

"Turnball has escaped and we haven't had any glimpse of him, sir. The cams are being examined right now, still no sign though." Said Trouble.

A newly recruited elf that had been working under the watch of Kelp ran in and tripped. "Captain Kelp sir! We have spotted the criminal due north east with our top cams! He's headed for E29, Mongolia!"

"Mongolia? D'Arvit, what is he up to!?" Murmured Root. "Short, Kelp, I want you up that chute and into Mongolia. Track him down, now!

Holly looked over at Trouble and they silently nodded. "Yessir. This is a job for Recon. Calling Retrieval for backup, sir. He's just another rogue fairy."

Root nodded. Yes, he is. But he is Turnball Root. Blood of mine, former Captain of the LEPrecon and is pumping for revenge.

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