Chapter Two: Half win, half fail

Sniper mission, it was a good plan. She would shoot him down, unknown to the police, that is, get the police and prove him guilty of thievery. That is, if they didn't have her on file. Probably not, seeing as she had not done major crimes. Just small stuff. Pick-pocketing was a specialty for her, not bank robbery. But if she could just get the cops here, after shooting him down, they'd do a pocket search, right? There may have been something left out in major detail here. This man came to the party to sneak out the expensive goodies. Enough proof, no? It's amazing what could happen when you leave out any written out crime plans.

She gasped as she saw the large bald man start jogging towards the wall the vent she was in was. Maybe I should have listened to him for more lessons on sniping . . . she thought, regretting her day-dreaming during some lessons. She did a backwards somersault in the crowded vent. Of course this took much stretching, and it did hurt her muscles, but getting beat up by a huge bodyguard would hurt more. Once she had started crawling back through the vent, she heard the vent window be pulled off, making a loud "clang". A large, strong hand grabbed her foot and started to pull her back out the vent. "OH FU-!" But before she could finish, she was dragged out of the vent.

She fell out of the vent hanging upside down and just above the floor, the man holding her up by the foot. She didn't say anything, as there was nothing to prove she didn't shoot. That would be horribly pointless. After a few seconds, however, she wanted to break the silence. "Hi . . ." she said awkwardly. The man didn't reply and dropped her to the ground, then picked her up again, this time by the scruff of her black bodysuit. She looked around. Everyone had pretty much ran out of the mansion and away, except for the owners, and of course the one man she had shot in the knee. He lay there bleeding. No one went to aid him, apparently. Good. She thought.

"Ahem!" a female voice coughed, making her look in front of her. " . . . . Hello?" she pulled a small nervous smile. The woman put her hands on her hips in disapproval. Then a man walked up beside her. He looked angry. "What the hell is a thirteen year old girl doing, SNIPING A MAN AND BREAKING INTO THE FOWL MANSION?" the man exclaimed. She smirked. "Well . . ." she turned to the man lying on the floor in pain. "That man over there was stealing your valuables. Check his pockets if you don't believe me." she said with a big smirk. The man looked at her in doubt and then turned and walked to the man. Without even caring about the bullet in the man's knee or the blood, the checked his pockets. He took out a beautiful green jewel necklace and a spinel. He turned and looked to the girl. "How did you know this?" he asked.

But before she said anything, the woman spoke again. "Oh! I think we owe this young lady a thank you!" she turned to the girl dangling in mid-air. "What is your name?" she asked. "Maricruz." She said with an awkward nervous smile. She still really needed to call the police. "But that doesn't matter; we need to take this man to jail, do we not? I can do it. I'll take him off your hands and to the police." She said with a satisfied expression.

The woman turned back to the bloodied man. "Yes, I suppose." She said. "Okay, well, if you'd kindly let me down . . ." Maricruz glanced at the large man. He noted the glance and dropped her. She got up. "Thank you . . .?" she questioned their names. The woman smiled. "Angeline and Artemis Fowl," the woman looked behind her to a table nearby. There was a boy sitting at the table, acting as if he had been a part of the whole conversation. "And that's my Artemis Junior." Angeline smiled happily. He half sneered when she said "junior". It made him sound young and useless. Maricruz looked at him through her short dirty-blonde hair covering her blue eyes and face. She quickly wiped the hair out of her face to get a proper look at him. She pulled a small smile and waved. He just stood and looked at her. She quickly pulled a face of disapproval when she got no response, but turned back to Angeline and Artemis Senior. "Well, I think I should get this guy to the police. See ya around, I guess." She said as she walked over to the man and grabbed his arm and started dragging him out of the room. It really kind of looked pathetic, but seeing as she had nothing to call the police with and was too afraid to ask to use the Fowl's phone, she just dragged him out of there. "You're welcome anytime! After what you did to help stop a robbery." Angeline smiled and waved.

Maricruz waved back and walked out of the door, awkwardly dragging along a bloodied man. I hope this doesn't look too . . . against me . . . she thought, now thinking what would happen if she was caught dragging an unconscious body along the street . . . This was going to be a long night for Maricruz.

[Okay, that's all I can type right now. BECAUSE IMMA GET MCDONALDS SOON. -3-

And thank you for being honest, HolidayBoredom, and I'm glad you liked it. But yeah, I'm kind of an amateur writer, so . . . yeah. ^^' That's why I had lack of some detail and other than that, my character isn't top notch. Quite forgetful. Well, bye. Bye bye bye bye . . . Bye~ ~She-Devil~