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The bedroom of Artemis Fowl II was at the present moment looking more like the missions planning headquarters of the CIA. Every available surface, including most of the floor, was taken up by reams of printed paper, laptops glowing with pages from scientific journals, and piles on piles of scribbled notes. In the midst of all this, the genius himself was sitting slumped over his desk, raven hair in unusual disarray. In anyone else, this position would have signified defeat. Not so with Artemis Fowl. To him, the Internet's utter lack of concrete information was simply a minor drawback.

The Web could not give him the answers he wanted, and when Artemis Fowl didn't get what he wanted, there was going to be trouble. This boy genius would stop at nothing. It was time to call in the cavalry. Literally.

Unknown to the young Irishman, there was an unseen observer monitoring his every move from the camera on the third laptop.

Foaly watched with some amusement as Artemis Fowl rose from his desk and, twisting the ring on his finger, made the telephone gesture with thumb and forefinger.

"Hello?"

Now normally the ring was a direct line to Holly Short's communicator. But Foaly had been doing a little tweaking. A blue chat icon flashed up on Foaly's screen. He pressed it.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite Mud Boy! Bet you weren't expecting moi!" Foaly giggled.

Artemis's face was impassive. He had perfected that look of bored superiority aged five.

"Actually, my sanity-challenged friend, I was. Do you think I don't know when somebody attempts to hack into my camera system? You underestimate me."

Foaly's face fell. He'd wanted to be one step up from Fowl, just once.

"Right, well," he said sulkily, "You probably know why I did it, too. Unless the world's most prodigious genius is losing his touch."

"Yes. You want to know what I am planning. But that isn't important right now. You see, when I make a resolution to do something, Foaly, I do it. No matter what gets in the way. And right now, the complete lack of anything useful on the Web is getting in my way."

Foaly scowled. "Listen Fowl, I can see where this is going. You need our help."

Artemis looked taken aback for a split second. Then he composed himself, steeling his ice-blue eyes.

"Correct, old friend. Am I right in assuming that you have been tracking my Internet usage for the past year?"

"Of course. You don't think I'd let you buy a copy of World's Greatest Wrestling Kills in secret, do you?"

It was Artemis turn to scowl.

"That was a present for Juliet, as a matter of fact."

"Sure, whatever you say. But seriously, Fowl; I have indeed been piecing together what appears to be your plan. And I don't like what I see."

"Foaly, all I need is information. Please. This is truly important to me. And if I am successful, it could make me the most revered human being in all of history!" Artemis said, some of the old pride creeping back into his voice.

"It isn't that I don't want to help you, Artemis." Foaly said wearily. "It's that even the fairy race, advanced as we are, have never done what you are attempting. Do you know how risky this endeavour is?"

The cold, calculating stare that Foaly got in return showed the depth of Artemis's determination.

"Yes. And all I need is access to your archives, Foaly. I'm not asking for much."

Foaly sighed.

"All right. But Artemis?

"Yes?"
"...Be careful."

Artemis gave him a vampire smile.

"Of course. How dangerous can raising the dead be?"

A/N: Hey, sorry about the chapter length. Longer ones are on their way! xox