"So what exactly does this cure of yours involve?" asked Holly. She wanted to know but then again, maybe she didn't. It had been morbid curiosity that drove her to ask Foaly for the details in the first place.
Foaly had just walked back into the OPPs both after going to his labs storage facility to get, well, Holly wasn't sure what he went to get exactly. It had something to do with this miracle - temporary - cure he'd developed.
"This," Foaly said, holding up a glass vile he'd extracted from the silver case he'd brought into the OPPs booth and set on the table. "is the vaccine that I," He pulled out a hypodermic needle, a big hypodermic needle. "Intend to administer to Artemis."
"Ouch." Holly murmured not wanting to admit that she was very thankful that it was Artemis and not her about to get poked with that thing. Foaly looked up and gave a half hearted smile.
"Well, it's quite viscous you see." He said shaking the liquid as if to make a point. Holly nodded, not understanding.
Angeline was staring openly at Foaly as he stood at the Fowls kitchen table, Holly next to him.
"So you see," He was saying, "because of the chance of side effects, we need your consent in order to give him the temporary cure." Holly elbowed him. "Okay, chance of temporary cure, there is always the possibility that it won't work." There was a pause "A very small chance."
"Foaly! Just because your ego rivals that of Fowl's does not mean I'm going to let it down play the situation. Now, ether give them the facts in an unadulterated way or I will. And let me tell you, my version will be far from unadulterated, if you get my drift." This outburst was uttered calmly in Gnomish, much to the bewilderment of Mrs. Fowl.
Foaly started pulling on his caller nervously; a big contrast to his would be pious demeanor from before Holly's intervention. He coughed continuing,
"Well maybe I should just let you read the report." He looked over at Holly who nodded in acceptance.
"Sounds good to me." She said and then paused. "Wait, Foaly, a report?"
"Yes of course a report. What? You thought I wouldn't record the results."
"No, you never let me read it." She answered crossly, but allowed the files to passed to and read by Angeline before snatching them up for herself.
"Oh Foaly, I can't believe I ever suggested that you had down played the results." Holly remarked after shuffling through the papers. Actually most of what she saw was making her mildly disturbed.
Where do they get test subjects for this stuff?