Hey there guys! Here's the last bit of my story. Remember the thing about Opal's prison earlier on? Well, as soon as I finished typing this I figured out, Hey, Opal's prison could have been in Haven City before being moved to Atlantis! So I just wanted to inform you guys before I change the Author's note in the earlier chapter.

Now, the disclaimer: I have never owned Artemis Fowl. I only have the first book-and it's the old model too... You see, I go to libraries for the books, and I'll have to go back sometime for The Lost Coloney for my next fan fiction...

Which reminds me, my friend was reading that under the table during science...let's just say she didn't get away with it...

Chapter 8: Back from the dead

Fowl Manor

Artemis was in the study, staring at the monitor as he waited for communications. Although his face was expressionless, he was devastated. First Holly, now the twins. He prayed that Foaly would be there with some clue to where Opal was.

The screen flicked on and Artemis sat up. He had contact with Foaly now. "Foaly," he called.

"Not now, Mud Boy," the centaur said. "Busy here."

"Foaly. I need to know where Opal is," he said.

"We don't know Amy more than you do."

"Oh really?" Artemis said, scanning the whole chip which he had gotten out from the hawk. "Let's just say Opal paid me a visit."

Foaly took a moment to check what Artemis had sent. "No wonder," Foaly breathed.

"No wonder what?"

"Where'd you get this?"

"Butler and Juliet killed two birds with this chip somewhere in them. Butler's didn't quite make it in one piece but Juliet's did. I am assuming that both chips are identical. Do you have anything?"

"Opal's chips masquerade as trolls on scopes. So these so called trolls are actually animals with this. How didn't I see it earlier?"

"She fooled us all," Artemis pointed out. "Now could you please tell me where Opal is?"

"Whoa!" Foaly exclaimed. "Mass destruction somewhere near Fowl Manor. I think I have her. Yup, I have a signal. The shuttle was made in Koboi labs. Got her."

Artemis stood up. "Foaly, Opal has my brothers and she just threatened to kill them," he said, his voice dead serious.

Foaly was off for a moment then he came back. "Informed Trouble Kelp. Opal's gone insane. She just blasted the forest to bits. Not in your direction so don't worry. What has gotten into her? I told you Opal wasn't stable."

"You didn't tell me anything."

"D'Arvit! I lost her again!"

"But I haven't," a third voice, female and elfin, said. "She's taking off right now. She's started to shield again and...is coming your way, Arty."

Opal's shuttle

Opal had splashed a hardening liquid to fix the hole and took off, shielding it. The shuttle shield was pretty weak; it made any

onlookers think that there was a phantom of a shuttle in the sky. But it was off Foaly's simple devices, if by any luck was using old fashion scanners and all. I'm not going down without you, Fowl, she thought. I'll deal with that officer later. Because once your Manor falls, you fall too. It ain't that hard to take you down. Then I will take you as hostage to the LEP and then kill you in the most fabourable fashion.

She glanced at the destruction in her wake. What a mess, she thought. But who cares because the Mud People would destroy it eventually. It's only a matter of time. Then she spotted Holly and contemplate if she would just take the pleasure of decapitating that uppity officer with her beams. She let the shuttle hover, finger over the button. Then Holly took off again and Opal decided to go with the original plan. To Fowl Manor.

"Holly!" Artemis and Foaly exclaimed.

"Back from the dead again," Holly smirked. "Artemis, I repeat, she's coming for Fowl Manor in her shuttle now, and I don't think it's for a friendly visit."

Foaly cleared his throat. "Easy. This particular shuttle is wrecked so that there's a loose screw somewhere on the underside of the nose. Her lost, our gain. I scanned it before she shielded and there should be a flap threatening to open under the nose. Try to find it; it shouldn't be hard to spot."

"Wow," Holly muttered sarcastically, running towards the front of the

shuttle, not noticing that it had stopped for a moment.

"Come on, captain. It ain't hard to take that baby down, at least, for someone with your skill. If not then Artemis best get Butler on standby."

Artemis cleared his throat. "What exactly takes that baby down?" he said, mimicking Foaly's gung ho attitude. "You only said something about the loose flap, prompting Holly to attack it, but I assume Holly currently has no weapons with her except for her helmet, though I doubt tunnel lights and high frequency noises are useful in this situation."

"If the helmet can be considered a weapon," Holly muttered.

Artemis opened his mouth to ask but Foaly cut in. "Okay, I get it. You see the flap, captain?"

"I see it. It looks like it's going to drop off any moment now."

"Pardon me if I am slightly alarmed by that because any moment now Opal is making direct contact with the Manor with my brothers."

"Just hit it, Holly. Then you can talk," Foaly said, slightly annoyed.

Holly decided to save the news about the twins for Artemis later and fumbled in her pocket for her extra acorn. "Will an acorn do?" she asked, trying to keep up with the shuttle.

"I suppose so, yes."

Holly aimed with the help of her helmet and threw. The acorn met the flap, if a little off target, causing it to come right off. That

resulted in the shuttle diving. Holly ran away as Opal's shuttle crash-landed, then ran back to the shuttle door, which slid open and Opal tried making her escape. Holly was waiting for her with her fist balled up, ready to strike the bewildered pixie in between the eyes. Holly rained another blow to make sure that she was unconscious and contacted Foaly. "I'll go and get the twins. Don't let Opal escape again," she said.

"You mean my brothers are alive?" Artemis said. It was hard to tell the exact emotions when he had said it.

"Geez, Artemis. How bad is your comprehension skills?"

Holly rolled her eyes. "Foaly, how long untill Retrieval comes?"

"I'd say 3 minutes. It is relatively near to Tara. Go and say hi to the brothers of a genius for me."

Holly found the twins and they were glad to see her, now that Beckett was up. "We got her, Holly. Now don't move. I'm sending them your location and they should come in about a minutes time."

"Thank you Foaly," Holly breathed before sitting down. Exhaustion claimed her and when Retrieval found her, she was sleeping on the grass next to the twins, who were trying to wake her up.

The first thing Holly noticed when she woke up was that she was in Fowl Manor. The second thing was that Trouble Kelp was leaning over her. Trouble Kelp? In Fowl Manor? "Captain Short," the commander said. "You're up."

"The twins," she croaked. "They here?"

Holly saw a flash of annoyance on Trouble's face, only to be replaced by a stoic look. "Yes," he replied rather exasperatedly. "The two younger Fowls are here, mesmerised so they remember nothing of their abduction and, from what I heard, a traumatizing escape through the window."

"That's not my fault. He suggested it in the first place and there was no other way," Holly said, accepting a glass of water.

"The whole troll thing was planned by Opal who would be locked up in Atlantis instead. Good job on that, Captain."

Holly placed her now empty glass on the floor. "Thanks commander." Holly paused before asking, "How did I get here?"

"We had to retreat to a nearby place, which happened to be this manor, what with all the mutants running all about. Foaly and Fowl have got some tech stuff to deactivate some chips on the animals which causes them to turn mutant or something."

"Freaky," Holly shuddered.

"So," Artermis said, making one of his silent appearances, "how did you manage to contact us at all?"

Trouble actually jumped. Holly chuckled before answering, "I must congratulate you on teaching your brother how to arrange wires in an LEP helmet."

"I knew all those lessons with Myles hadn't gone to waste. Beckett, though, is a slightly different case. But I will perservere and teach him the ways of the Fowls who are, by the way, naturally gifted with such high intelligence and talented."

Trouble threw his hands up. "Oh shut up," he muttered as rolled his eyes.