A/N: So, has anyone who reviewed the last chapter had good luck yet? No? Well, keep waiting for it. Hopefully not 7 years, Azure Lupis,and I never lie...well...I'll leave it at that. Here's the next chapter:
Chapter 9
Clichéd Allusions
Artemis the Second waited until he reached Butler's rented Lincoln before complimenting Butler. "Nice fake, my friend. There really was no hidden sonix grenade by that fountain and you were threatening to push the start button of your stop watch on your wrist watch. It was all expertly played."
"Thank you, sir," said Butler with a faint smile. Any compliment from the usually emotionless boy was a rare one. Butler opened the back car door for his charge and then followed his charge into the vehicle so that they could have a private conversation and so Butler could check his charge for injuries.
"Artemis?" the Eurasian man asked as the boy pulled away from Butler's care. Artemis began searching through the bags of gadgets that the body guard always carried with him without even registering that Butler was speaking to him. The body guard began again, "Artemis, are you just going to let Britva get away so that he has the chance to try something like this again? He could succeed next time. I can't protect you from the entire Russian Mafiya."
Artemis paused in his search and looked up into Butler's eyes. The Irish youth answered, "No, my old friend. I will not give Britva another chance to exact his revenge on my family. I'm forming a plan as we speak and I am searching through your belongings right now to make sure we have everything we need. Do you happen, by chance, to have an extra laptop?"
"I put one in the glove compartment for safe keeping, but you already have one in your hands. Why do you need two?" Butler was confused yet he believed that Artemis always did everything for a precise purpose.
"I shall explain, Butler, on our way to the airport, where we'll hopefully find the Fowl jet empty and waiting for Britva to return. We're going to organize a little surprise for our Mafiya fiend. I'll explain the rest to you on the way."
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Fowl Jet, London
To say the least, Britva was agitated. He had just been outsmarted by s mere child...again! He threw himself into a chair of the Fowl's personal jet with his head in his hands. He could feel a migraine coming on. Britva shouted to his body guard playing pilot to make sure the plane was refueled and then to start the engines and didn't even bother disciplining that body guard when he didn't respond with a "yes, Mr. Britva, sir."
Britva was downing his migraine medicine when he heard the engines fire up. Suddenly Britva remembered the DVDs that had given him this migraine and quickly looked around, hoping beyond chances that there would be a computer of some sort on the plane. He spotted one on a stewardess cart table in the back of the plane.
After retrieving the laptop and yelling at the body guard not piloting the plane to hand him the DVDs, the Russian man threw himself back into his seat and switched on the computer. He inserted the top disc into the machine and waited for it to load. Butler hadn't lied, this was very incriminating footage. It could have certainly ruined his mafiya career.
Britva closed out the video box and was about to shut down the laptop when the machine beeped and a new box popped up on the screen. This box was obviously a live video feed and none other than Artemis Fowl the Second appeared on the screen with confident eyes and an annoying vampiric smile.
"Mr. Britva," the boy began, "You did not honestly believe that I would allow you to just walk away after all you have done to me and my family? If so, you deceived yourself."
Britva's mouth was opened in shock, giving his appearance a rather goldfish air. After a few moments of gaping, the Russian man regained his voice, "How did you..."
When Artemis saw that Britva had lost the ability to speak again, whether from surprise or anger he did not know, the Irish youth finished the Mafiya's leader's question, "How did I hack into your computer's, or rather, my own computer's frequency and set up this conversation? Not by magic, Mr. Britva. This is my genius at work and that genius is quite insulted at your attempt at revenge. Now, I ask again, did you expect me to just let you go?"
The man's green eyes were wide with fear as he asked, "Are you going to kill me?" Britva had never dirtied his hands in the mafiya business, rather he stood back and directed who should be killed or kidnapped. He had never had to fear for his own life before, and now this kid had made a fool out of the grown man and would probably kill him.
The pale adolescent laughed, a cold, mirthless laugh that sent shiver's down Britva's spine. As the laughing receded, and the Irish youth leaned in closer to the camera, making it seem as if he was closing in on the Mafiya leader. "Kill you?" said the boy with amusement in his voice. "Killing you would just let you escape my torment. A quick death would be too simple for you. You will die, Mr. Britva, but only after you have spent all the remaining years of your life in a jail cell, your spirit broken from hearing about how all your relatives and friends are living out on the street, and all thanks to you. See, you exacted your revenge on me by messing with my family. It only seems fair that I also mess with your family. I won't be violent, no, I detest violence. No, I will bankrupt them, steal from them, and they will be out on the streets by the time I'm done with them. Your empire will come crashing down all around you, and all you will be able to do is watch it as it tumbles."
"You couldn't," said the Russian man, with almost a pleading look, though his voice was commanding.
"Ah, but I could and will," the Irish youth gave another vampiric smile and continued, "And now, as much as I hate clichéd allusions to the consequences of playing with fire, Mr. Britva, I will use one now to say, 'you just got burned.' Never underestimate a 'mere child' and never, ever mess with my family!"
At that moment, the computer screen went blank and a small object was thrown into the compartment from the front of the plane. The object bounced a few times with a tell-tale metallic ding indicating the object had a metal casing. Shortly after the object settled, it began to hiss as it poured a gas the room.
Britva's eyelids began to feel heavy and the chair seemed so warm and inviting. He snuggled deeper into it as his eyes finally remained closed. With his last energy he whispered, "Sleeping gas..." and then was peacefully slumbering.
A/N: If you're confused as to how all this happened, don't worry, the next chapter will explain it all. Tell me what you thought about this chapter by reviewing! Thank you for reading!