~About an hour Later~
"Well what do you know, little Arty's awake!" exclaimed Present Opal. Artemis Jr was seated in the shuttles main cabin bound to a chair. He had just awakened and was staring blearily at both Kobois. He didn't reply. He felt sick. Hot, shivery and unable to move. Artemis Sr on the other hand, who in a similarly bound chair was not so mute.
"Who are you and what do you want?" both Kobois laughed in reply.
"Oh rich! Why don't you ask your son!" Present Opal pointed menacingly at Artemis Jr.
Artemis had his eyes shut. His skin had a sickly pallor to it. He made an attempt to answer his father, leaning forward slightly in his bonds and griping the side of the chair till his knuckles were white in an effort to stop himself throwing up. "Jealousy I suppose." His voice cracked.
"Why you little brat!" Past Opal screamed, jumping up to slap Artemis Jr across the face, her nails leaving thin red lines down his cheeks. Artemis Jr tightened his grip on the chair and brought his knees together.
"Stop!" Artemis Sr. could not watch this happen to his son. Past Opal reeled around to face him.
"What did you just say? I'll do to the little Mud Boy whatever I please. He is going to die and I am going to enjoy it." hissed Past Opal. With that she stomped over to the cockpit and went through the barrier slamming the door. Moments later she reappeared holding a laptop. "Fowl, open your eyes." He obeyed. "Do you know what this is?"
Artemis Jr's eyes drooped slightly before he mustered the energy to answer. "A laptop."
Past Opal frowned, "Your laptop Fowl. YOUR LAPTOP! AND I'V HACKED IT!" She roared.
"Bravo." Artemis Jr. whispered, his head drooped and his breathing slowed. He had passed out.
Artemis Sr was stunned, what was wrong with his son? "What's so important about my son's laptop?" He asked.
Present Opal grinned. "Oh just that he's hacked through just about all the LEP's security encryptions. I could have done it myself of coarse, but this saves me the trouble. Immediate action if you know what I mean." She took the computer from Past Opal as she said this and sat down. She opened it and began typing. "Best case scenario the counsel thinks Fowl's doing this, click click click,worst case scenario, they know it's me and can't do a thing about it! HA!" She snapped the lid shut and tossed the machine into the seat next to her.
"The LEP?" asked Fowl Sr.
"Yeeees. The L-E-P!" Present Opal giggled.
Neither Opal would speak to Mr. Fowl after that, they just ignored his protests as they dragged an unconscious and shivering Artemis Jr back to the prisoner's cell.
"He needs a doctor!" Artemis Sr demanded.
"Oh he has one." Waved Past Opal grinning widely.