Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Artemis Fowl Series, be it characters or plot, I do not own it, so please do not sue me. ;;

Summary:

A third World War has erupted and science is a priority, the side with the newest, most powerful weapons seems to be the one to win. The United States, the U.K., Ireland, Australia and France have joined forces to band together their scientists. Ireland has donated their famous Artemis Fowl II, famed theorist, inventor and overall scientist. At the young age of 22 Artemis has the chance to change the fate of the world. With several nations waving nuclear bomb threats, will there be anything left of the human race? And will the fairies just remain in Haven and watch the surface of their planet become a radioactive wasteland because of the unruly Mud men?

Prologue

Fowl Manor

"We have just received word that Germany has joined in alliance with Russia and China. This brings the tally of countries at war to ten with the Protectorate consisting of Ireland, the United Kingdom, the United States of America, Australia, and France and the Empire consisting of Russia, China, Germany, North Kor-"

"Oh turn that thing off!" Angeline Fowl cried despairingly at her husband as she threw herself down on the luxurious couch. Master Artemis Fowl complied quietly with the streamlined remote. Master Fowl's prosthetic leg was propped up on a stool with an icepack resting where the metal met the flesh. However, it was not he that both of the Fowls despaired for; it was for their son.

Artemis Fowl II had received a masters in science four years earlier from Oxford and was the youngest to do so yet, at eighteen years of age and had received a doctorate rather recently. Now Artemis was the leading theorist, inventor and overall scientist in Ireland, the United Kingdom, and perhaps even the world; and everyone wanted him. Earlier on in the week Artemis received a letter from the Irish Government requesting his services in the Intelligence division of the military and today he was leaving to meet with the Intelligence Council, his soon-to-be co-workers. He was currently spending his remaining free minutes with his wife, Madeline Barrett Fowl out in the gardens she loved so much.

Yes, Artemis Fowl had already found a wife. She had received her bachelors degree in Literature from Oxford the same year Artemis got his masters. They met during an excursion to an impressionistic art exhibit, and despite the four year age difference in her favor and the rather cool demeanor of the young billionaire, quickly became close. Madeline was the only daughter of a well-to-do family from Wales but she moved into the Fowl Manor after their marriage. Now she and her collected husband sat in the quiet gardens, enjoying the crisp spring breeze.

"It's not as if I'm going to be in the front lines," Artemis finally stammered out. "I won't be fighting at all. I won't even been gone for too long, I'll be back before you notice I'm gone," he added and reached for her small hand. Artemis' pale slender fingers wrapped around Madeline's small olive ones. A gargantuan diamond set in a spiraling white gold ring glistened in the sunlight on her ring finger. She looked down at it.

"I know," she said quietly and a twig snapped as the announcement of a new arrival. Both Artemis and Madeline looked up to see Angeline leaning on the doorsill and there was an awkward pause.

"Your… escort is here, Arty," she finally choked out. Artemis unconsciously gave Madeline's hand a squeeze before releasing it and standing. He brushed off his Armani suit and walked back into the manor, leaving Madeline in a stupefied trance, while Angeline quietly followed. He strode through the dining room and kitchen, turning out into the front hall where his father stood leaning on a cane near the door. Artemis Senior opened and closed his mouth soundlessly a few times before Artemis reached him.

"I'll be back soon," Artemis quipped before his father could prolong the agony. Artemis swiftly took his long black jacket from the coat rack and plucked his sunglasses from the pocket. He donned on both the jacket and the semicircle-shaped ebony glasses. Artemis proceeded through the door, where his mother stopped by his father and linked arms forlornly. Butler stood by the door of a black limo, along with another man. It appeared that Butler and the stranger had been sizing each other up while loading the back of the limo with Artemis' things. Artemis was not bringing too many things, just the essential clothes, bottled water, toiletries, his laptop, and several security devices of course. He did not plan on spending too long at the government's facilities. If he was going to work as a scientist he would need to be in the best lab possible, and that was in Fowl Manor.

Butler checked the limo for bombs and then opened the door for Artemis. Artemis nodded as he slipped into the elongated car and Butler soon after closed the door. Through the tinted windows Artemis saw Butler get into the passenger's side of the front and the stranger get into the driver's. Artemis reached into the pocket of his coat, pulled out his phone and flipped it open. Already a voicemail from the Intelligence Division. He sighed and closed the cell phone with a snap.

Author's Note: Wow, this is the first time I've written fan fiction in a long time. Thanks for reading the prologue. I know Artemis seems a little OOC but he's really grown up, a lot of it has to do with his college experience (maybe I should start a fan fiction about that¼). But this fan fiction is really challenging as I know nothing about the Irish Government. I went and did a lot of research for this but I'm still not sure if I have it all right. If you know anything that might be useful, it would really be appreciated. And please, if you are offended by something, I am very, very sorry. Explain it to me civilly and I will attempt to fix it if it does not ruin the story line. (hey I only have a prologue, not much of the story line is given away yet, right?) thank you very much! And please: bear with me!