A:N: In answer to my reveiw the chapters will get longer! The thing is they look a lot longer when they're on word. Hopefull this is a bit better.

Flash Backs and an Evil Plot

Opal Koboi sat in her swivel chair, marvelling at how stupid these mud-men really were. Honestly: How could you live when your computer was at least a decade behind fairy standard? A green light began to blink on and off, accompanied by a small blip-blip. The signal that Mrs. Spiro was back. Opal liked Mrs. Spiro. Then again Opal liked most criminals. But Mrs. Spiro was special. Because Mrs. Spiro held a grudge. Little did this special mud-woman know, it was the same grudge held by herself: A grudge against the mastermind Artemis Fowl Jr. and the People who had destroyed her. Adjusting the badge that read Prof. Iobok, Head Technician, Opal went down the glass elevator to greet her new employ and if all had gone well, her criminal son. Opal's mind began to drift back to this day, three years ago.

Three years ago…

A very disgruntled Opal Koboi sat behind the bars of Howler's Peak, muttering angrily to herself. Or so that's what the guards thought. Opal Koboi was actually planning. Planning her diabolical scheme to get out of this wretched hell hole. And she was not disgruntled. Oh no, from the day she had arrived in the prison, our little pixie friend had been crafting her escape route and tonight it was finally finished.

A few minutes later, the previous guard went of to the toilet. The new guard fiddled around a bit with the chair. Just like he did everyday. Just like Opal saw him do every day. Most people would take their chance now. But Opal waited. A few seconds later, a bleep was heard as the new guard deactivated the camera that watched the guard booth in order to have a quick smoke and the horrible smell of sickly fungus cigar smoke filled the air. That was important: from the guard booth camera the only spot in the whole of Opal cell where a camera couldn't see, was seen. This was it. The fifteen second window of opportunity before the new guard's friend rounded the corner to join him in his haze of smoke. Quickly, Opal moved into this blind-spot and pressed a switch hidden amongst the bolts in a titanium air-vent on the wall. The grill opened and she hurried through, her little body barely having enough room to breathe. A year or two ago Opal wouldn't have been caught dead doing this. But that was before Holly and co. had ruined her. She would get her revenge she thought as she dodged through the shadows.

"Ah: Professor Iobok, meet my son Jon." Lilia said in regal tones. Opal nodded courteously at Jon and visa versa. Opal discreetly looked him up and down as Lilia continued, "Jon, this is the technician who helped who escape. She's one of my best so treat her with respect." She said.

"Of course mother."

"And you Professor, my son is bursting with ideas. Do as he says whenever possible."

"Yes madam."

Opal and Jon sat in Conference Room 3, talking. Jon had immediately told her of his ordeal with Artemis, much to her surprise, but he obviously trusted her as much as his mum did. But then again, she was the best and his mum knew it…Apart from that stupid little smart-ass centaur, Foaly of course. Opal worked hard not to grind her teeth in frustration. Why did he always have to foil her plans? Even at school he was constantly pointing out flaws in her designs to the teacher so the teacher would then point them out to Opal and she would have to 'tweak' her work. Many a design had been ruined by his big fat carrot-crunching mouth. Suddenly, Jon grasped her hand. "I got it Prof. I got it!" he yelled.

"Got what?"

"First, we find what Artemis is doing, foil his plans and then…then…." His excitement died down, lack of a master plan interfering with his creative flow.

"May I suggest something?" Opal began, "I believe there is a certain…people, who have something similar to the C-Cube, in fact even better. If we were to find them and destroy them, their riches would be our…I mean yours."

Spiro nodded. A sign to continue.

"These…people…they are paranoid someone will steal from them. So they live underground. Bunch of wacko scientists they are."

Another nod.

"You shouldn't underestimate them though: best technology ever. Good police force too. I'd train an army of some sort. But it'll take special gadgets. Mirrored sunglasses for one. I here they have a drug that is contained in their eyes. It makes people do as they command. Other special things as well. It'll be a hard task to find someone to make those gadgets…"

"This is why you'll be heading the team." Lilia Spiro said. She had entered as Opal had started talking. "Now if you don't mind, my Jon and I have a little bit of catching up to do. And I believe you have some work to complete?" she said. Opal nodded and hurried off, grinning to herself. Soon Haven would fall. Soon those fairies would feel her suffering of having everything taken away from them. She couldn't wait to see the look on Foaly's face.