GIB: Operation Artemis Fowl.
Chapter 3. Long awaited by my friends. Enjoy. On pain of death :D
Harry sat in physics, bored out of her skull. She always was in that lesson. NO matter. There were always things to do, Operations to invent. Memories to remember. She glanced at her right arm as her neighbour, equally bored, tried to gain some amusement by covering it in blue ink. Harry sighed, and was about to turn back to the teacher when she noticed the yellow tag under her skin was glowing more rapidly than it should. Artemis. She stared at her arm, noting that the other tags were as normal,.. Alex and Butler were far away. She stared at the arm, entranced, until her teacher surprised her with a question. Cursing, Harry concentrated on the lesson, the yellow tag never far from her mind.
The next day, Harry grabbed Ant as she walked into the campus. Harry had said nothing about the tag until she was sure that Artemis WAS coming nearer, and overnight the signal had increased dramatically. After a brief conversation, the two separated, Harry calmed a bit. All would be revealed at lunch.
3 Hours later, Harry slipped out of Maths and headed for the computer rooms. It wasn't the first time she had skipped lunch for the greater good or evil of GIB, and it wouldn't be her last. She took a post next to Ant, typing away on her tracking program. The two talked on MSN, which they weren't really allowed to do in the computer rooms, but there may be lives at stake, so who cared? The conversation went something like this:
Harry SO?
Ant So. Do you want to hear?
Harry Obviously. Tell. All.
Ant I presume you were banking on whether or not I had put satellite tracking into the chip, hmm?
Harry Pretty much. I thought you would. Very typical: A chance to say "I told you so" Later.
Ant I RESENT THAT!
Harry Anyway. Where is he?
Ant Coming to Nice Aeroport by today.. at 3pm. He's passing Paris at the mo.
Harry Sure?
Ant DUH!
Harry Right. I can skip History.. GIB trip?
Ant Cool. GIB trip on a Tuesday afternoon. That's new.
Harry Just no last minute cancelling or ill kill you. Ill get onto the others. C ya there , then, on pain of Death.
Ant Ok. Bye.
Harry has logged off
Harry walked out of the room, plotting quickly. And wondering. What would Artemis Fowl want with GIB? Revenge? They had parted as friends. And why didn't he take Butler? Most unusual. Harry shook her head. She hated questions. But consolation came: At least she would have answers at 3Pm. Hopefully. And luck was on her side. Her teacher was absent, her parents were out. What could be better?
Artemis entered the Terminal, dissatisfied with Everything about it. Hygiene, décor, staff. Not only that, but he was trying to get help from a bunch of Adolescent teenage GIRLS whose only good points were an overabundance of imagination and.. and.. that was it. He WAS losing his mind.
He had no luggage, so walked out into the polluted air outside the Terminal and thought. He walked aimlessly for a few minutes, until he realised he could hear nothing. No sound apart from cars. No humans talking. He turned slowly in a 360 circle, seeing nothing, but knowing he was surrounded. He jumped when several voices murmured "Dechameleise" and He found himself surrounded by GIB members. Then Artemis mentally kicked himself. He had forgotten those suits of GIB's. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by an injection administered by "Sherbet", causing him to fall asleep immediately.
GIB Picked him up, chameleised and walked off. Kidnapping was just part of the business.
Artemis woke up in a hotel room of mediocre quality, surrounded again by teenage girls. He sat up, and opened his mouth to speak, but was thwarted by harry. "Nice try. We talk and ask questions. You answer. Understand?" Artemis looked shocked at being talked to like that, but nodded. He needed their help. He couldn't afford to make them angry.
The interrogation passed as though in a dream for Artemis. Possibly as he had closed his eyes.
Why are you here?
I need help.
What kind of help?
Mental and.. I need a plan.
Why us?
No one else would believe me.
Believe you about what?
It's a long story.
So tell.
No.
Why not?
Im not ready.
Thats why you need mental help?
Yes.
Pause. Why aren't Butler and Rider here?
Pause. No answer.
That's why you need our help, isn't it?
Yes.
What on earth happened??
Pause. Can I write it down?
Artemis opened his eyes and took the offered stationary. Ten minutes later, he gave the sheets of paper back to the nearest GIB member, Ever. The other GIB members crowded around to read over Ever's shoulder. A complicated story, but not fake. But serious. Very odd. Artemis used the time that the others spent reading to rest and think.
Silence engulfed the room as everyone tried to digest the information. Harry stepped toward Artemis and placed a "Thought Mike" Next to his ear. She did not want the others to hear this. Or did she? Wordlessly she handed out mikes to the others, while having a conversation with Fowl in her mind.
H: Can you hear?
Ar: Not these again.
An: Watch it. Im proud of these.
Ev: Calm it.
H: So. Sabrina Pleasure is Spiro's niece?
Ar: Please. Don't.
S: We must ask questions, Fowl boy. This is a form of therapy.
Ar: I don't want it then.
An: Then what did you come here for?
H: Enough. Back to the Inquisition.
Ev: Monty Python.
S,An: Exactly.
H: Why did Rider break off the relationship?
Ev: Ouch, straight to the point Miss Miral!
Ar: He.. didn't.. I.. don't know.
An: We do. Don't be afraid saying, Fowl, we can read your thoughts.
H: So you set Butler off to kill the one guy you loved?
Ar: Y-Yes.
Ev: Bit tactless.
H: And now Rider is under Spiro's protection, with Butler in his grip, and you expect US to go and get him for you?
S: Don't blow up, Harry..
H: I have no objection. The others?
An: Im in.
S: Ditto.
Ev: So long as we don't have to kill Rider. Im in.
Ar: … Thank you.
Two hours later, the odd group boarded a plane to Chicago. Parents could wait. There was an Operation to get on with.
I should put the next chapter in this one, but I cant be bothered.
Kallessinreddragon