Hi Caballine," Holly said in to the phone, "Is Foaly in?"
"Holly! You never call for me just my husband!" Caballine, Foaly's wife had answered the phone.
"I'm sorry Caballine, it's an emergency there's something wrong with Fowl."
"Oh, I see." replied Caballine. Holly waited a minute as the message was relayed.
"My one day off –" Foaly started.
"I don't care if you haven't had a day off since last Christmas Foaly! This is urgent!" Holly muttered in to the hand set.
"All right, all right, calm down. What is it?" Holly wasted no time before relaying the situation. She waited impatiently for a reply. Holly was managing to get herself more worked up by the second, envisioning all the trouble Artemis could potentially cause.
"Ok, he fainted. He's been home alone for a week, maybe his cooking is as unhealthy as it is unsavory." If Foaly had been able to see Holly's face, while speaking, he probably would have stopped mid sentence. As it was he continued, "Or maybe he's just sick, that can happen you know."
"You-Think-So-?" Holly drew out each syllable angrily. Foaly seemed to understand the nuance this time.
"Wowa there, someone's a bit over it."
"Just find out what the hell happened!"
"On it!" Foaly decided it best not to argue. Besides that, he was curios, what had caused Mud Boy over there enough of a shock to faint?
On the way to his office Foaly, the LEP's head technological adviser, stopped to get some coffee. If he had been in his office the centaur probably would have noticed the automatic warning on his computer come up explaining the details of a mud person plain that had just crashed only minutes ago. He did see it as he walked in a few minutes later.
It had been about three hours since he had been instructed by his friend Holly Short to find out why Artemis Fowl had fainted, God forbid, but that was completely wiped from his mind as he jumped in his seat and pulled out his key board, he had invented a virtual key board for LEPrecon use but he still liked the good old fashioned kind.
It had been a freak accident, the plain's motors had malfunctioned and stopped working, resulting in a dive into the murky depths below. It had been a hospital plane flying from Dublin to Glasgow. Foaly gave an involuntary jolt at the worlds 'hospital plane flying from Dublin to Glasgow' as he always did when reading anything about Dublin or anything near were Artemis lived. He decided, out out morbid curiosity to pull up the list of passengers.
M. Donnelly
K. Doyle
A. Fowl
J. O'Keeffe
F. Maher
S. Quinn
'Fowl is a common Irish name isn't it? The A means nothing, it could be Anderson, or Arthur, or…?' It took Foaly a few moments to recover himself and stop listing random 'A' names in his head. It then took an other few moments for him to realize that the page had refreshed itself with more information and that the names in the list were now links. He Clicked on 'A. Fowl'
Artemis Fowl The Second
Fowl had been admitted to the Dublin psychiatric institute after an unidentified incident in his home barely three hours before the crash, and was on board to be taken to a specialized care unit in Glasgow. Vital statistics show that he was not conscious at the time of the crash.