Tips For When you Jump into The Deep

By Forgetten Sunrise

AN: Long time I know! Hehe But I moved and didn't have time to type! But I have been witting in me little pink book :) Did you guys miss me? Thanks to everyone that reviewed! You made me happy!Anywho. This here isn't a chapter, it's an Interlude which will explain what is going on and will tie the chapters together. There will be three more of these, the next one will be between the different parts (yes parts, this here is going to be a long one!) Hope you guys enjoy!

Interlude 1: Two Faces

She hadn't known why her father had called her into the study that day. Had she known what adventure was about to unfold before her, she would have never gone. She would have rather been eaten alive by fire ants than be forced to take up that mission. But she hadn't a clue as to what happen, so she ended up running into the very thing she should have run away from...

..."Is someone going to tell me what's going on?" Ida half question, half demanded as she kneeled down beside Maféia, who sat in a Victorian style chair near the gothic windows of the old study. She squeezed her best friends hand tight as another onslaught of sobs rocked her body, sending rivers of tears cascading down her soft, pale cheeks. Ricardo McGossicc sat opposite of his daughter, Ida, and Maféia Britva. He, too, wore a grim mask. Ida looked defiantly at them both, willing for either one of them to speak. A long moment passed before Ricardo spoke.
"Mi Amor, my love, do you know of the Fowls?"
"Of course." Unknowingly the youngest Fowl had worked with her a few times on shady internet schemes. A lot of his work was quite impressive.
"You remember hearing about how Senior Artemis Fowl escaped his imprisonment five months ago?"
Ida stole a dutiful look at her friend. Another wave of tears shook her and Ida rubbed her forearm reassuringly.
"Yes, of course I do."
Ricardo nodded and took in a deep breath. Ida herself swallowed hard, trying to clear her throat of the sudden build-up of spittle.
"Last week, Interpol had successful tagged Britva. They were planning on indicting him this Friday." Ida held on to Maféia's hand tighter as she heard the double meaning in her father's words.
"You said were planning to, but…"
At this Maféia cried out aloud, her entire body shook with grief. Ida immediately understood.
If Britva was caught, all of the Russian Mafia and all of the Columbian F.A.R.K rebel group would be done for. Little black books, hard-drives, small town Mom and Pop shops…all would be raided, violated, by Interpol, CIA, CNP, FBI…All would be lost if they had caught him.
He sacrificed himself so that their organizations could still have a pray of surviving. So that his daughter could go on living as peacefully as possible…
Ida threw herself over her friend and wrapped her in a warm hug. She opened her mouth to say sorry, but some how it didn't seem like enough.
"If there's anything, anything at all I can do for you-"
"That's why Ms. Britva is here Mi Amor. There is something you can do. You see, Britva was family. By blood or marriage? No, but we supported one another. If the Fowls want to mess with one of us, then they must be ready to mess with the rest of us.
Under normal circumstances, Ida would have rolled her eyes. Her father could be so cavalier at times. He only wished he was a cowboy. And though she dare not say, she believed that the Fowls had every right to turn Britva into Interpol. Not that she wanted them too, but, after all, he did kidnapped and almost killed the Mister.
But this was her best friend's father. Someone who she loved, loved. Ida hadn't a choice but to bite her lip on that point.
"What can I do?" She asked, looking back to her father and then to Maféia again.
"Kill him!" Maféia choked out. Her voice was so rough that Ida almost jumped.
"It was little Artemis that did this to him, Ida! I don't know how, but I'm certain of it. Artemis gave my father two options: Kill yourself, or be killed. He knew my father would have NEVER dishonored any member of our family. And that no member of our family would risk him dishonoring them! He murdered my father Ida! He murdered him!" the girl cried. The short jet-black hair that framed her face seemed to rise with tension. Her puffy, red-rimmed blue eyes sparkled with a deep longing.
"Maféia…"Ida stared and turned her head towards her father for support. She found none.
"Maféia, I can't kill Artemis. Killing him won't do anything but-"
"My father died protecting us. Us. You owe him this much at the least. You are the only one we can trust to get the job done. You're smart enough to blind-side him. Ida you must do this. For him. For me."
There was truly no justice in the court of Maféia Everest Britva. But then again, all was fair in love and war…

Very few people knew that Xia Perry was actually just a cover used by Ida Baxine McGossicc.
Unlike the other F.A.R.K members, she wasn't trained in gorilla style warfare, Kyudoka or BJJ, but she was absolutely brilliant. At nine she created a photon canon that could either kill malignant cancer cells without destroying the surrounding tissues or burn a person down to just carbon. At ten, she hacked into one of Spiro's private bank accounts and stole twenty million dollars from him and then charged him five million to track it down for him. She donated that money to Children's Hospital in LA. She was something like a modern day Robin Hood at time; her ends normally justified her means. She was her father's daughter but she much more enjoyed helping people than scheming them. And unlike her father, she did have some morals.
She would do what she had to do and she would do it well. But it was wrong. Plain and simple; it was all wrong.
Three and a half years prior, Ida had met Artemis in person for the first time when she went to go 'visit' her older cousin on her mother's side, Roger Douglas, at school. As cold, and as unapproachable as he was, he was no murder as Maféia had claimed. He was direct, pointed and blunt with his replies, but not at all unkind and unfeeling. And Artemis was making changes too. He was going good. He didn't deserve to die. His only crime was saving his father and the life's of countless other men from a horrid faith. She was going to have trouble killing him.
Then he was gone. Missing in action in Tie Pei, and she couldn't help but celebrated with her dearest friend, but not for the same reasons. Ida rejoiced in the fact that he was missing because that meant that somewhere, somehow, the boy had a chance at life. She rejoiced because it meant that she wouldn't have to have his blood spilled on her hands. She even thanked God once, for taking him away.
But she had forgotten that God didn't answer to born sinners, because sooner than later, Artemis Fowl the Second made his big comeback.
And Maféia cried for murder.
So Ida found herself back again at Saint Bartleby's school for Young Gentlemen. This time with a team of 30 other girls en tow, positioning herself, like a lioness hiding in tuffs a cattail grass in the savanna, to prance upon her unexpecting prey.

"Could you possibly move any slower with this Ida?" Maféia asked testily as she rubbed Ida's specially designed hair formula into her scalp. It was full of liquid silver nitrate and chlorine, and gave the appearance of naturally blue hair after a few months of using it.
"Oh, c'mon now, he's not too bad…."
"Not too bad? Ha! He's so bad that the first minute I get him alone, I'm going to first ring his neck, like the chicken he is. But not to the point that I break it. Oh no, no. I want him to feel the pain of when I yank every single hair out of his body by the root!"
"Well then, we must make sure you two are never left alone then." Ida said dully as she flipped up her Tablet and began to click away at her keys.
"You are moving to slow for me Ida. He needs to be dead."
Tap, tap, tap
The sounds of the keys clicking down soon become hypnotic as she typed, numbing her mood a bit.
"Your forgetting the most important thing, dear friend." She answered calmly, but did look toward Maféia
"Oh? and what might that be? Justice? Morals? Righteousness?" she said mockingly.
Ida chuckled a bit under her breath dryly.
"Not getting caught. And that's why this has to take time. "
Ida could feel Maféia scowl behind her, but the girl said nothing. She knew that Ida was right.
"So long as his days are numbered…." Maféia muttered as she turned to leave.