A short moment focusing on Sophia's escape plans. These are mainly places I want to go, so think would be hard to find somebody in. Also, Sophia has connections in each of these cities. Some of them have quiet funny stories, but I have no time for that now.

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Sophia Iver stayed indoors nearly 24/7, until she knew Artemis' people had stopped watching it directly. They occasionally checked the street, some posing as reporters trying to pump info from her neighbors. When necessary she left for boxes and tape, a suitcase, more special blend coffee, apples, magic markers, et cetera.

Never had there been such a search in the city, and never had such a huge manhunt been so hidden. Sure, there were the bounty hunters and do-gooders out looking for her, but Artemis' people…they were good. Very good. It was a gamble, even looking out a window, making phone calls, throwing things away. Booking her plane tickets were hell, he was monitoring the system via piggy back, so she had to call in. Fifteen flights, all to different countries. Nearly. Tickets to Bali, where her uncle was, France in the Champagne countryside, Australia, Scotland, LA in America, Canada to Newfoundland, Buenos Aries in Argentina where her mother was raised, to South Africa Cape Town, England to Brighton, and New York. She had pick mostly larger cities and town because they were easiest to get lost in, and she had connections in all of them.

The plan was to go to New York. New York was the most logical. Not that she would be staying long. Long enough to get her possessions, store them, pay the house sitter for the year, then hightail it to Bali for three months. Next, Argentina to see her mother's family and give Sasha a tribute. After she hung around India with a friend of her father's she return to Europe, to France near Castlegate. It would a test of how well she'd disappeared. Artemis would be in France a week before her. She would take a train to Paris, where some meeting of his was and stay in the city for two weeks, in a hotel barely four blocks away from his. Under the name of Tara Gavin too.

If no one came breaking down her door in those two weeks, she had won. And she would go home. Life would become normal. For once.

Nothing was so sweet in her mind than the idea of victory. She would be the first to slip away. The old thief, the one who took on jobs just for the adventure, before her sister's safety became and issue, was savoring the satisfaction. Beating the greatest in the business, Artemis Fowl II. The boy who at 14 stole "The Fairy Thief". She, Sophia Iver, would be taking his greatest possession; his reputation.

Somehow, the pride deflated with that mentioned. Was his greatest possession really that? Or had it been…no, he only started this for his reputation. The search, the fancy room, the whole shebang was for his precious public standing as a businessman.

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"Eggs, the potatoes, sausage coffee, guava juice, and the tropical salad. To go."

"Fifteen minutes." The man said shortly. Tara nodded, taking a seat at one of the cushioned benches on the wall. They were fast, the food was great, and it was a pleasant walk to the restaurant. She liked getting out, even if it was only for an hour. Today was safe, there were no patrols on this side of town in the morning.

There were packages to be sent and suitcases to deliver. After having finished all the chores, Sophia had decided to reward her acting with a hot breakfast. Since she was in the vicinity of Slam, she had hopped in.

The side of town Sophia was in was a long ways off from the apartment, but she wanted to avoid any shipping Co. or shops near the area. With that precaution, it meant she now had to travel down to another part of town. It was more money spent, but her life and freedom were worth a few pounds. And she had donned her wig, there was little risk of getting caught. Artemis was still at the Manor, he hadn't left since she had. Closing her eyes she recalled the image of a winkled shirt and thin body at the desk, bent over a computer screen, glancing up occasionally, fist tightening at the sight of the huge, yellow, sparking gem, lips pursing at he read the note.

She really was sorry. It hadn't meant to turn out like this. Not at all. Sasha was not suppose to be dead. Thousands of common people were not expect to be keeping an eye out for her in hope of a few thousand pounds. Sophia wasn't meant to feel any…fondness toward her "goal". And people's hearts were not planned to be broken.

"Miss? Miss?"

Sophia looked up, jumpy. It was the man at the bar, looking at her expectantly.

"Yes? Sorry, dozed off mate." She said hastily. "Long night at the hospital."

He nodded, not buying it, but then again, who would? "I said you're food 's ready."

"Right." She stood, swinging her purse onto her shoulder. "Thanks." The bag was warm from is contents. A smoky, tasty aroma drifted up, making Sophia tempted to sit at a stool and dig in. But she needed to get home. It was nearly time.

It did not pass her that while taking off down the crowded street a man watched her, eyes scanning her person. He certainly wasn't eyeing her body, rather, trying to ID her. She paced her stride to one Tara Gavin would never have used, and glared, grateful for her brown contacts. The man simply nodded and walked into Slam.

Being rude wasn't something she liked doing, but you never knew these days. Better safe than sorry.

He still watched her though the glass, but Sophia did not care. She didn't care when he pulled out the cell and started dialing. It didn't matter to her. She had a plane to catch. Artemis would never be there in time, even with all of his elaborate connections and cameras.

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I just really like that last line, don't you? Review!

-Dania