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.

Summery: This is after Lost Colony. The youngest Fowls, the twins, are not in this; I do not know Eoin's idea of their character and would not do them justice. The People will not appear until later chapters due to their involvement not being important to the plot until then. Artemis has been in and out of a relationship with Minerva. A con artist Sophia Iver is the co-main character here. When Artemis puts an ad in a local newspaper she qualifies for Sophia takes a chance and attempts to romance then rob the young millionaire. What if he's the one charming her instead? Told from the point of view of Artemis, Sophia, Sophia's sister, and Butler.

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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The air was warm. It smelled faintly of gold polish. Sliding down, Sophia took a good look around. Jewelry display cases and glass counters lined the walls. The topaz was in one of the brightly glowing cases in the center of a carpeted area, probably lazar and alarmed, or so the informant had said. Turning on her flashlight Sophia scanned the floor. She saw no wires, bugs, or explosives. De Beers was not very protective of their gems. At least, anything besides diamonds.

"The lengths some jewelers will go to protect a load of rocks." Sophia thought. But, then again, these were mostly minerals. Carefully she stepped down from the rope.

No alarms activated.

Or, at least not she could hear. More and more business were getting silent alarms with the hope of catching the thief off guard so as to prosecute them.

Breathing a sigh of relief she dropped her pack and bent to grab the diamond blade. It was normally her tool of choice, as well as her weapon. The knife was a "special" order made to a jeweler who did mafia deals too. He had done a similar job 15 years previously for a G. Ivers, who's own weapon was identical to Sophia's. With the persuasion of many euros Sophia knew she'd get quality work. Their father's knife had been lost in the firefight he had died in. No one had ever found it, and even if they had it was doubtful that they would have returned an expensive looking tool such as that.

Scanning the wide room she spotted the topaz. Large, uncut, and a butterscotch yellow. Perfect. And with little security. Amazing what De Beers prized was tiny clear stones while this huge golden one sat, unprotected.

She started towards it, stepping lightly. When she reached the case she turned on her penlight on. Moving the beam of light around the metal frame she checked for any unforeseen security measures.

"Hello." She murmured. Two tiny gray wires, disguised by the silvery gray of the frame. The came out one corner, ran down the gray commercial flecked kitchen counter top-ish pedestal and on to the carpeted floor. Anyone with average, normal, 20-20 eyes would have missed this defense mechanism. But not this human. Sophia had been trained from a very young age to pay attention to the small things. Any tiny detail could be important.

She quickly flicked the blade out and slid it across the two wires. There. The alarms were gone anyhow, but incase Sasha had not seen this already Sophia clipped a battery save on the ends of the wires. It was of her own invention, made especially for alarms. It was put on any cut wire or power source, gave a constant flow of power for up to 3 days, and kept on a message of "Yeah-everything's-fine-no-one's-tripped-the-wires-yet". Great for problems such as this.

Now she was ready to get the topaz out. It was the same procedure as the skylight, diamond blade, glass circle, gloves. But just as she was about to make her fist cur the overhead light flicked one. She heard a shout.

They were coming. "Shit."

Thousands of premeditative plans flickered through her mind. She selected the hardest and went for it. She had no idea how close the guards were or if they even knew where she was.

"I think I've been detected." She hissed in to the mike while finishing her circle. Halfway there.

"Then shoot them." Sasha's dull voice came in to the earpiece.

"They're not here yet. I jus started cutting when they turned on the lights"
"God." Sasha sounded annoyed. "How many times have I told you to use the laser? That diamond dagger thing of yours is only for stabbing"

Sophia had designed the knife especially for cutting things other than flesh. It was a design between a dagger, kitchen knife, and craft knife. Multi-purpose, for stabling, slicing, slashing, cutting etc.

"It is -" She lifted up the glass.

"A-" Now she was ready to take the topaz out. She had it.

"Knife. I never bring the dagger. The angle of the blade can't cut properly. Too messy."

The topaz was out glittering in the faint light. Sophia used to penlight to quickly look over it. 100 percent De Beers topaz. She tossed in her pack along with the blade while running to the rope. Fast as her tapered fingers could, Sophia clipped herself to the rope and began to climb up. It was a slow task, but she managed quickly enough. When she reached the window to the outside world she yanked up one last time, pressed her back to the metal bard edging the glass and forced her legs out, pulling the rest of her body with it.

It was like coming up from under water. Gasping she clung to the metal bar the rope was attached to. Then Sophia collected herself, remembering the job was not yet done. She gathered the rope into a tight ball.

Taking a tiny device resembling a light she clicked it on. A blue flame so hot the heart of it was white appeared. Sophia lifted the glass disk moving the lighter along the edges until the melting glass turned white. Then she swiftly put the disk into the center hole of the skylight. It bonded with in seconds.

And she was long gone by then.

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