Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl and original characters of the series belong to Eoin Colfer but the this fan-fiction's plot and non-related original AF characters belong to me.

Before Your Reading Commences: Yes, I realize that I said that I would only upload any new chapters once I get a few reviews from my previous chapters but I believe I can attract a larger audience this way, hopefully.

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Police Plaza, Operations Booth

"Foaly, do you always have to follow Kelp's orders?" Holly quips while walking through the pneumatic double doors of Ops, having used a key card to get into the centaur's technological advanced sanctuary.

Turning around in his modified swivel chair to face Holly, Foaly answers with a smirk. "Because I will not get paid much if I don't."

Holly glares at the centaur when he lets out a chuckle, obviously amused by his friend's sour mood.

"Don't give me your sarcasm Foaly, I'm not trying to be funny here."

Foaly sighs and retires from his swivel chair and clip-clops over to the fuming Holly.

"Alright, what's up Holly?" he asks, being serious this time around, a smart move on his part, being on Holly's bad side for a long time can result in physical discomfort.

"This is what's up," the elf answers, whipping out an arm at Foaly.

"Your wrist locator, what's wrong with it?" he asks with concern in his tone. Foaly does not like his inventions having bugs in them or them being not as great as they could be.

"It's annoying, I don't know about you but I don't really like Lieutenant Loblolly knowing where I am all the time. I need my space."

"Holly, you know you can take it off when you're through with your day here."

"Of course I know that but Loblolly thinks I should have it on when I am on my break. I mean, I do but still I should not have to."

Foaly arches a brow. "Ah, this is about Loblolly, not my wonderful wrist locator, am I right?"

Holly remains silent for a second or two and then glances sharply at her wrist locator. "I bet she still has hers on even though we both are through with our days, she is such a goody-goody, it's sickening."

She sees a red dot on the small-sized computer screen but it seems that the red dot has froze, if Poppy were to be in action, the dot would be in action as well, shadowing her progress so-to-speak.

"I hate to say this Foaly but I think one of your inventions is on the fritz." Holly announces in a smug way, now her turn to be the annoying one.

Foaly whinnies, thinking that he is being hoodwinked by Holly but when he takes her arm in his hand, he sees that blip on her wrist locator has not only froze but has also lost its pulse.

"This can't be," he whispers.

Holly does not feel as astonished as Foaly does because she is not exactly sure of what is going on.

Foaly makes his way to a wall computer panel and taps on a keyboard near it and the screen of Holly's wrist locator pops up on the panel.

"So I guess Loblolly just isn't taking a break on her way home." Holly says, her mismatched eyes glued onto the computer panel.

Foaly nods his head, his brow furrowed with concentration. "That's right, her blip is not even emanating a pulse and so her wrist locator must be malfunctioning," he answers thoughtfully, staring up at the computer panel studiously.

Holly glances at Foaly. "I wonder how that happened?" she muses.

Foaly nods his head once again. "I wonder too." he agrees.