Disclaimer: Hmm… Do you think I own Artemis Fowl? I'm having a hard time remembering. I don't think I own Artemis Fowl.

Basement, Fowl Manor

Trudy strummed her guitar and then kicked the door.

"Ow!" She hopped up and down on her other foot and then sat back down. Her bass guitar was her only friend now.

"Oh, I'm sitting here a wasting away; I always knew I'd go to jail someday. Though, I never thought that I would be caught by this Irish jerk!" Trudy stopped singing and yelled the last line at the camera, "Yeah he's a jerk! Such a jerk! I'd like to wipe off his smirk! Oh I hate that jerk!"

She didn't seem to be getting any attention. Trudy screamed and threw her shoe at the camera. The flip-flop smacked the camera but fell helplessly to the floor afterwards.

"I need something heavier." She looked at her electric bass guitar and grinned. It had taken worse beatings.

Trudy swung her guitar in a wide arch and hit the camera at full force. Her guitar gave a low moaning sound and the camera exploded. Two minutes later Butler came in.

"What took you so long?" Trudy grinned.

Butler examined the exploded camera. "What did you do that for, kid?"

"I'm hungry. You got anything to eat?" Trudy whined.

Butler nodded, "What would you like?"

"No meat; I'm vegetarian. I'll take some fruit if you got any."

Butler sighed, everyone was a vegetarian these days; he never got any meat anymore.

"I'll get you an apple once I replace the camera." The big man got to work and was done in a matter of minutes. "Now don't try breaking the camera again or I'll have to take your guitar away."

Butler left to get some fruit and didn't return for a half an hour.

Artemis' Study

Butler went to the study immediately after replacing the camera.

"Why did she break the camera? Anger, perhaps?" Artemis asked, glancing up from the computer.

"She was hungry." Butler shrugged.

"She could have used a much less destructive way of contact, oh well."

"When are we going to tell her?" Butler asked hesitantly.

Artemis pretended he didn't know what Butler was talking about, but of course he did. "Tell her what?"

"About her mother. It's not right to keep it from her."

"True, but it could be dangerous to tell her. Remember, Miss Spiro is part fairy."

Butler nodded, it was best not to question Artemis' plans; others who had questioned had never been seen again. Butler shuddered at the thought of old Artemis.

"Now, you have an appointment with our old colleague Nicholas. I suggest you get Trudy's food and the fire up the Lear." Artemis said while glancing over some papers for school. The boy only did school papers when he had nothing better to do or when he was in between projects.

Butler brought the apple to Trudy and then left for the nearby airport. Look out Chicago, here comes Butler.

Motel Supreme, Chicago

Nick cleaned his uncle up before exiting the sleazy motel. Jason had been crying for two days and was a mess. His suit was in tatters, his hair was disarrayed, and his face was tear-streaked. Nick had insisted Jason clean up for the business meeting with Artemis and if not for the meeting then for Trudy. That seemed to break something in the man. He cleaned his face and brushed his hair, nothing could be done about the suit but somehow he managed to make even that look sharp and crisp. Jason Spiro was a man on a mission.

Nick didn't bother hiding his wings at all when he heard a knock on the door. Instead the boy walked up to the door and swung it open. Butler stood there and Nick nodded at him.

"Uncle, the plane is here." Nick called over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off of the massive man in front of him.

Jason came out of the motel room and straightened his shredded tie. "Very good Nick. You're Mr. Butler I presume." Jason offered a hand.

"I don't shake the hands of murders." Butler snarled.

"Curious, the murder weapon doesn't shake murders' hands." Jason sneered.

Butler grunted.

"Shall we go, gentlemen?" Nick said airily.

"Let's." Jason smiled.

The whole thing was efficient and business like. Jason's behavior wouldn't have made his brother proud but it would certainly make Jon hate him less.

The trio clambered into the Lear jet and flew off to Ireland to strike a deal with Artemis Fowl the second…

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