LEP Headquarters
Holly had a serious face on at that moment while passing the many cubicles to Trouble's office. Trouble who was promoted after Root retired early, said something about a briefing in his office. As for Root's retirement you can bet he said something about pony boy and his blood pressure. Holly was hardly promoted at all with all the demerits she received from her own husband.
She knocked on the door in a consistent rhythm, and the only red headed female captain continued knocking until finally a voice was heard saying, "Come in."
Remembering to be formal with her husband, I mean, commander, she didn't call him dear and he didn't call him honey although even that was rare at home. "Good afternoon sir. Why did you call me here?"
A smirk tugged on Trouble's lips. A lopsided grin replaced it as he watched Holly's usual determined expression. "For one we had a troll in Frankfurt, Germany. We wasted no time and captured the troll." Upon that reply he received a scowl of reproval. Now here is the part which we have to take note of. You and Grub have worked on the case of Percheron, yes?"
Holly nodded slowly raising an eyebrow. Percheron was hardly a threat. No big deal.
"Well we believe that he is striking again. His escape was well, sudden and well planned." Trouble stifled a laugh as Holly tilted her head in a questioning manner. "Foaly refuses to believe that Percheron has returned. Poman as anyone know is not to bright and well now if he can escape probably the thousands of captured goblins shall and could pour out in streams. The jail in Howler's Peak must have it's security stepped up, I'm sure you know what to do on that case," Trouble said, "just don't tell Foaly," he added in a whisper.
Holly frowned. She raised her arm in a mock cheer. "Um, yay?"
"Yeah, yay. He isn't the only one you have to deal with."
Holly groaned and slumped on her chair. "Don't tell me," she began, "someone else escaped."
Trouble nodded slowly. "Guess who."
"Just tell me or else I'll announce over the sound system that you bring a teddy to bed."
"You're my wife of course you know," Trouble scoffed. "And you aren't supposed to tell anyone."
Holly pouted. "Forget about it then. Just tell me. I went through too many escapes. When is the system going to be upgraded?"
"Qasar. And you destroyed a whole town, so that drained the funds."
Holly rolled her eyes, "It was either that or sacrifice a life."
Trouble smiled warmly which made Holly's expression soften. "What's the latest news on Fowl?"
Holly shook her head, "I don't really know. I haven't been in contact with him for ages. They've been helping except they've been really busy. Athena's been supplying blueprints and ideas to Foaly and Falabella blueprints regularly though."
"Tell me truthfully," Trouble sighed, "was it a mistake to hire Foaly's girlfriend?"
Holly shrugged. "She's pretty bright and she actually likes his behaviour."
Trouble cleared his throat. "Back to business."
The feisty captain straightened herself up in the chair. "So, what's the action commander?"
Commander Kelp grinned. Holly hated being second best which was one fact her colleagues and friends knew all too well. "Get back in contact with Fowl. Not for blueprints but for action. We need their help. You know what grudges criminals such as Qasar and Percheron hold. Mr. and Mrs. Fowl have thrown Qasar and Percheron into jail how many times?"
Holly ticked the number of times off her fingers. "Percheron, once, he's really as dumb as goblins sometimes. Qasar, thrice."
Trouble rolled his eyes. "Percheron cannot escape alone and Qasar disappeared shortly after meaning that they are now accomplices."
"Why would Qasar want a stupid accomplice?"
"Go ask him." A smirk appeared on Trouble's face as he reached for a button under his desk. He couldn't help but try this new system. "You and Grub shall meet your partners now. Good bye Holly."
"Wha-" Holly began but she was cut short by her own scream as a hole opened and brought her to a pod. "I'll get Kelp if it's the last thing I do," she promised herself.
"I love this system," Trouble smiled. "Saves times."
The Diary of Amethyst (Encrypted):
Oh piffle. I got into another fight with dad. Willie was right, dad is kinda solitary. How he met mum is a definite mystery. Which evokes another question do you spell mum, mom or mum? Pointless questions, I inherit that from my mother I suppose. Sometimes I wish I were Willie and Willie were me. Willie is so much like mum and I have to be like...dad. It's typical really on how life works, I love mum and I end up like dad. No excuse for Willie though, he loves mum too and we seem so distant from dad.
I'm typing this into my new mini computer as I slouch in my gigantic room. Mum's coming up soon. I hope I remember to ask her about her and dad's story. I do know however that they were both criminals. It would be totally cool if we were criminals on the run. I mean if crime didn't pay there would be a lot less criminals, right? Anyway, no doubt I'll receive the same answer. Mum would get that dreamy look in her eyes which turns into a mischievous, sly look. Like machinery she will smirk and say the same thing every time. "You'll know if you look. When she says, "Look," it must have a hidden meaning and it'll take a whole lot of work, but this time I'm determined and I won't stop. I hope. I wish she'll give me a clue on where to look. Just one teeny -weeny clue. Yeah I'm acting like her and I'm trying my best not to snap back to my roots as the melancholy I am. It's a lot more fun this way and compared with ditzy Felicia, brunettes have more fun than blondes.