A/N:Chapter Two was done in a hurry, but I think it's pretty well done. There is no doubt that this chapter will raise some questions like, "Hey! How did he/she get out of..." Or maybe, "Wait, how do they know that?" Be patient. These questions will be answered. I'd also like to say, thank you everyone who responded, added me as a fav. author, added this story as a fav. story, or even reviewed. It's all appreciated. I was extremely surprised when I found like fifteen emails in my inbox alerting me of all of these.



Chapter 2: Operation: Kandie

University of Helsinki, Helsinki; Finland

Not but a ten minutes drive away, Doctor Kronski found himself pushing through the front doors of the University of Helsinki. Like all schools, this was as boring as the next, perhaps the worst of them all. With eleven faculties, the university dealt in normal day to day subjects. One would find English, science, theology, law, medicine, and the list goes on. But what most people didn't realise was that the university actually had a twelfth faculty. One known to very few. The faculty of Mythology.

The far northern bounds of the campus was where Kronski was heading. Without any signs of simple manners, he pushed and wrestled his way through the harrowing crowds and bulks of students, none who failed to give him an odd look or chuckle at his appearance. Kronski was often the center of many student jokes. Known for his long rambles of unicorns and dragons, Kronski was a science teacher - or, at least, that's what he acted like he was. Truthfully, he was the head of the twelfth and hidden faculty. The few students who were granted access to this building, and the classes and secrets it held, were the only few who truly respected Doctor Kronski.

The faculty of mythology was the only one that wasn't crowded. So, when the doctor finally reached his way inside, he was relieved to find peace and quiet. But not for long.

Kronski grabbed the small keys from his trench coat and struggled to fit them into the key holes. When he finally had, he entered inside his small and damp office. The only light came through the sly openings of the blinds on his window. And even still, it was not much because of the grey skies awaiting outside. The doctor pulled the trench coat from off of his shoulders and fitted it snugly on hit coat rack, placing his hat on the top. He took a few steps further inside, and then realised that something was askew. A lone chair sat in the center of the room. There had not been one there before. The only chair that Kronski had placed in the room was the large seat behind his desk, which now seemed to be holding someone.

"Joka on paikalla?" Kronski's lower lip trembled.

"English?" The man was clearly from America. New York, perhaps?

"Yes..."

The chair spun around, revealing a short and stubby man. Dressed in a blood red suit, he slicked back his black hair and then cleaned his glasses with the mist of his breath.

"Who are you?" Kronski asked, still upset.

"The name is Spiro. Jon Spiro. Perhaps you've heard of me. New York Times?"

The named seemed familiar to Kronski, but he couldn't be sure. "You run the company Phonetix, am I correct?"

Spiro slammed his fists to the surface of the desk, cracking his glasses in the process. "No! Most definitely not." He jumped from the seat, tossing his glasses aside and began to pace the room. "You obviously don't know who I am. I ran a large company, until I ran in with a young boy named Artemis Fowl."

Kronski's hands clenched into fists. "Fowl?"

A curled smile stretched across Spiro's face. Kronski's sudden panic and fret over the name seemed to be a sure comfort to Spiro. And Spiro loved to be comforted. "Yes, does the name mean anything to you?"

Kronski eyed Spiro carefully. "What does it matter to you?"

Spiro continued to smile. "Me? Oh, nothing, nothing."

"You're lying."

"Yes, I am." He was still smiling. It began to make Kronski nervous, and Kronski hated to be nervous. "You see, Doctor, I have had dealings with Artemis Fowl in the past as well."

"Artemis Fowl?"

"You may know him better as 'Master Foaly.'"

Kronski took a step back. "How do you know about that?" He was obviously referring to his failed and embarrassing meeting.

"That little brat's done a lot of damage!" Spiro slammed his fists on the desk once more, this time his astute smile was gone. "I won't be ridiculed in front of the entire business industry again!"

"What did he do to you, exactly?"

"That ain't important right now. The things that are important are your recent discoveries."

"My recent discoveries?"

Spiro took a step closer towards Kronski, eyes shining bright, even though there was no light to shine off of. "Both you and I know very well that you are not only a science teacher and a mythology teacher. You are a hypnotherapist as well. I take it that that heck of a kid knew that too, eh?"

It was as if Spiro had sucked out all words from Kronski's mouth. How was it that a stranger could know so much about him?

"It's not something you hide, no, but it's not something you advertise to your students."

"Th-that is true. I wish to keep that life separate from my life here at this school."

Spiro shrugged. "Good choice. You're actually smarter than I expected - congrats. A balance of life is essential to become successful, like me - or... like I was. But that's aside the point. The point is that you have noticed something peculiar in your patients lately. Am I correct?"

"Y-you can't see their pupils... They have bags under their eyes, as if they haven't gotten any sleep."

"They've been mesmerized." Spiro simply stated. "You could relate it to a sort of hypnotic mind control. Of course, you know all about mind control, don't you?"

Kronski gulped. "I-I can explain it all!"

Spiro cackled as he pulled a newspaper from out of his suit. He read some of the headlines. "'Lawyer is caught in the center of a plot to break into bank.' What about this one? 'Local teacher is found holding large sums of money in the comfort of his home.' Or, my personal favorite, "Hobo makes an unexpected discovery while robbing a local bar: JAIL.' It looks like you need money for something."

"I need to pay bills."

"That's a lie!" Spiro was now inches away from Kronski. "When you found signs of the mesmer you immediately began predict that it could be used over television screens. To cut it short, you stole that money to buy equipment to send an illegal broadcast to the world. Once you discover the full capacity of the mesmer, you will gain mind control of every person on this planet!"

"I-I-I..."

"I like it!" Spiro clapped. "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Why didn't I think of it? Just image, everyone bending down on their knees - to us! And what's more, with full control, we can cut the string on any of Artemis's plans! It's genius! Pure genius!"

When one keeps a secret, they usually do such for a number of reasons. The most likely is that if they were to tell everyone, they would be looked at as odd and too weird for society. IN this case, Doctor Kronski was odd and too weird for society, but he still felt the same way. So, when Spiro actually praised Kronski, it came as a shock.

"I'm sure this is all a shock for you." Spiro drummed his fingers upon each other. Right thumb on left thumb, right index on left index, and so on. "I expect your answer to be yes to this question: May I be your partner in this?. If you say no, that's alright. But be warned, my friends don't like the answer no, and I may have to inform them of you answer." Spiro stuck his dinky fingers into the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out a Fission Chips business card as well as a small red candy bar that red, Kandi. He scribbled a few numbers on the back, and then shoved them into Kronski's hand.

"What's this?" Kronski asked, observing the candy bar.

"A candy bar! What the heck did you think it was?"

Kronski lifted it to his nose.

"You can have anyone check out that chocolate bar. They won't find anything wrong with it. Look at it as a sign of a mutual friendship. Think about it, and when you're ready, call me."

"I-I... Yes. sir."

Spiro nodded and then found his way out of the small room.

Now, if anyone knew about Jon Spiro's past dealings with Artemis Fowl, they would know that he couldn't of had known about the mesmer. Why? Because it was a tactic used by fairies and pixies, and all sorts of fantastical creatures. And there was no way Spiro knew about those. After all, it was his lack of knowledge of the civilization that led Artemis to win their last battle. But this time, Spiro had a tip off.

"He thinks you're from New York, you know." The voice of a girl came to Spiro as he shut the door.

"Like I care?" Spiro answered without turning around. He continued to walk forward. The girl caught up to him without wasting any energy. She had dark brown eyes that reminded Spiro of warm melting chocolate. He raven black hair was straightened past her shoulders which matched with her dark red blouse and skirt. She was no higher than three feet.

She shrugged. "It was just an interesting fact."

Spiro rolled his eyes as he continued to walk towards the exit. "To be honest, I don't care about that freak."

"And why should you? Did I ever say that you would have to? No! I didn't, it's not part of the plan! All you have to do is allow him to think of you as his friend. Once he's finally given you access to his money and research, we use it against the LEP, and then here on the surface."

"Remind me, again, why we can't simply setup our own broadcasting station and use your mesmer?"

The girl bit her tongue. "Because, we need to attack the LEP first. And do you have any idea how difficult that is? I'd be extremely easy for the LEP to stop a mesmer coming from a fairy or pixie. But what this Kronski fellow is trying to do is actually harness the power of the mesmer! No one has ever attempted this!"

Spiro spat on the ground. "Didn't you say you have an IQ of over 300? Why can;t you figure it all out."

The girl glared at him. "For obvious reasons. The LEP would notice! They've already taken notice on Kronski. That'd be why they setup that meeting with him and Artemis today! If my cover gets blown, then the entire operation is pointless! Speaking of which, you gave him the candy bar right?"

Spiro nodded. "Mhm."

"Good. Operation Kandie will go perfectly! Now, I've left a large sum of money in your hotel. Use it to start a small business, and produce more of those candies. I expect to see them on shelves no later than Friday."

"Yes, ma'm." Spiro growled. He liked the idea of gaining power from all of this, but he hated taking orders from someone so small. "What should the company's name be?"

"I don't care." She waved her hand. "Just make sure that it doesn't relate in any way towards any of us."

"Yes, of course."

They finally reached the exit.

The girl checked her watch. "Well, I really must be off. A lot of things to take care of. Nice doing business with you, Jon." She stretched out her hand.

"As with you, Opal." Spiro took her hand and shook it.


Additional Notes: Please review if you think it's amazing or horrible:D!! Chapter Three could be anywhere between a few days to a couple weeks. It depends on how things end up. P