What the Voices Say

Morbid DramaQueen 10

This is my first fan fiction with chapters. I know, I promised to post the entire thing at once, but I'm having a slight writer's block on chapter five, so give me a break. Forgive me for making Artemis less brilliant than usual, but it's hard for me to express genius in a character.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl, any characters in Artemis Fowl, etc. I also do not own the Arty-newspaper-ad idea in chapter five, that is Agivega's, from the fan fiction Artemis Fowl and the Aztec incident. It's a really good plot. You should read it. But not until you at least finish this chapter.

CLAIMER: The fraction of this that is not somebody's mentioned above is MINE. Not yours, not your relative's, not anyone's but mine. Please ask before you do anything involving it. And wait for an answer from moi. That is all I ask. For now. MDQ10.

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"Left?" She thought. "Right? Closer to the ring department?"

The map was confusing. Each are of the warehouse was numbered, named and colored. Each skylight was over a separate department. Bracelets, loose gems, chokers etc. Unfortunately, Sasha hadn't marked which room the topaz was in. Sophia might have been the oldest, but the whole "Responsible-brilliant- memory-good-person-in-society- respectable" thing didn't really apply to her. Sophia had a bit of short-term memory loss when it came to robbery.

Sasha's calm voice came through the headset. "Why are you still on the roof, Sophia?"

She sounded bored. Perhaps it was because she wanted in on the action, but had twisted her ankle earlier this morning stepping accidentally on the cat. Or maybe because they had done this so much it had lost the great excitement it had once brought on. "It's bad," Sophia thought, "When you've done something this illegally dangerous that you lose all apparent fear of being caught."

"And why are you over in 'rings'? It will take you forever to make it back in 'loose gems'."

Sophia silently thanked her sister for the reminder. Not that she would ever let Sasha know that she had forgotten where the loot was yet again.

"I'm looking for guards. We know little about the security, they could be all in 'rings', that's the most logical stake out. Rings are more likely to be stolen than loose gems, because they are lesser value and size. All the loose gems here are over 24 k, and no one in there right mind would try to rob there, it's assumed that they would be more protected, being of higher value, so any thief would go to the set in stuff, like rings, and get more of them, sell them in the black market for twice of what they're really worth, and get more that essentially the warehouse would. But really the gems are less protected than the rings, because the owners were thinking in the backwards perspective manner."

"Good idea. And speaking of idea, one just came to me. We haven't tried our hand in gold digging yet. Or murder."

"Sasha!" Sophia gasped. Theft was one thing, but murder was the one job beyond Sophia's limits. A limit she hoped her little sister had as well.

"I knew you're react like that." Sasha muttered into the mike. In a clear, louder voice she said. "Anyways, I won't discuss it with you now. Later, when you get home. Go find the topaz."

Nodding, even if no one could see her (so she thought), Sophia crossed to the "loose gems" skylight. Bending down she opened her kit and retrieved a clear blade made of pure diamond, the hardest stone on earth. Its transparency was perfect for lasers, and its wear brilliant for cutting through…well, anything really. She leaned over the glass placed her palm in the center, pressing the bland down 70 centimeters parallel from her had squeezing her eyes shut, praying they hadn't over looked a single security measure the warehouse had placed on it's skylight.

No alarm. Sophia opened her eyes and cut a circle in the glass just wide enough of an average human to slip through. Before she completed the full circle she placed her other had on the glass. Hundreds of tiny suction cups placed on the fingers and palms would be a definite help in keeping the disk from dropping to the marble floor. Adding a slight amount of pressure she lifted the round piece effortlessly.

Digging in her pack again she pulled a super-strong polyester-nylon cord, the kind used in rock climbing, with a gripping hook at one end. Quickly she tied the hooked end to the iron bar next to the skylight and attached the hook in place.

Feeding the rope through the hole she considered her actions. Was it really wrong? They donated to many charities, only stole from those who had much to give but didn't bother to, and they only kept enough to live off of. Both girls had a part-time day job that was used to buy food and clothing, but the real money came from the profession that was looked down upon by most of society. Sophia tried her hardest to create plans that could be fulfilled by no illegal means, like exposing other, smaller scam artist, the kind that stole all of Granny's savings convincing her to donate to inexistent animal shelter, or being the unseen bounty hunters. Sasha might complain that it was the low of the low, but Sophia wanted her little sister to be a good person, with good ethics, and the right ideas about mortality. Not a gang member, or kleptomaniac. Lately this preservation was getting harder and harder to maintain

When the rope hit the black marble floor Sophia pulled it once to ensure to be secure, and clipped her belt to it. She stepped up to the edge. It was a long way down. Taking a deep breath she eased her way down.

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Did you like it? Wonderful, really, that's great!

SO REVIEW!

Please? Please? Please.

That is all I want; your option. Your thoughts. That's not too much to ask, now is it?

If I'm not motivated, I might not want to write anymore more, let alone post. You'll be stuck with the wonderment of not knowing the end of the story, like you are when the commercials play a piece of song that's stuck in your head and you cannot get out and you want to know the ending sooooooooo badly.

All I want is a tiny, little review. I would be satisfied with a two-word "It sucks", that would at least clue me in on how you, the reader, are taking it in.

Morbid Drama Queen