CEO Office, Lohna Incorporate

Lirana was enjoying the very comfortable hover recliner. It supported her back and her head and it came with a nice cup holder and built in television. She didn't have much to complain about her life. As she lounged on the black faux leather hover recliner, her communicator beeped so she received the call with the press of a button.

"Good news, boys?" She inquired with expectancy. She threw a sideways glance at a machine that couldn't be finished by her top fairy technicians. Lirana was positive that the Fowls could fix it, she checked their IQ scores, which were hidden from public eyes, courtesy of the senior Fowls who had saved the files only for their private viewing. Anything was hackable nowadays. Her highly paid technicians were stuck on a thing they called Silicone Phase Construction of Micro and Nanotechnology, SPCMN. It was a rather simple except this was a technology that was, one, illegal and two, something Foaly wouldn't touch it, three, it was rather simple if you had an IQ of 234, to be exact.

No reply. Lirana scowled. "Don't forget about the machine," she added testily.

"You can build it yourself, right? You're smart."

Lirana smacked herself on the head when she heard Percheron's reply.

"Of course I'm smart, do you think the press would like it if Lirana Lohna released a machine using SPCMN? I doubt it."

Qasar made no reply while Percheron nodded mutely.

The pixie sighed, "You didn't get them, did you?"

"They weren't around Miss Lohna," the elf growled softly. His lips parted to say more but instead he chose to keep his silence and clench his jaw instead.

"How is that possible!" she yelled. "It was night, it's time for two kids like that to sleep. My nieces sleep earlier than that."

The elf snorted. "And you care, how?"

"I had to care for them, the media loved it."

"You have a sister?" the ever so naïve Percheron asked.

"Why should you care?" Qasar snorted.

"Media," she repeated.

Qasar still scowled. "So what do we do now Lirana?"

"Miss Lohna, please."

"Okay, Miss Lohna."

"We wait," she said calmly, another evil grin on her face, "you can't get them the first time, you can try the second time, just lie low and wait. Kidnapping will still be easy, knock out is easy after all."

Security Room 2

Holmes rubbed his eyes.

"He's waking," a male voice whispered to a female figure.

"You don't know that for sure."

Holmes chose to ignore the voices, sure that they were dreams. His hands dropped to his side once again and rolled to his side.

Grub sniggered. A six foot five, muscular bodyguard was certainly funny when he was rolling over and sleeping like a normal human. "Get the mind wipe over with quickly," he suddenly commented in fear when Holmes swatted his dream.