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It had appeared like it was going to be an average day for the elf captain Short, starting with her usual morning shower to cleanse her small frame of the dirt from the previous day's work of throwing criminals in jail. It was what she was born to do, as Julius Root used to think behind his beet-red complexion and noxious fungal cigars; his constant screaming hiding his drive to mold something great out of the female officer...the first in the LEPrecon's ranks. Her ears seemed to lower as she briefly remembered her old commander. A small part of her brain wished to smell that terrible cigar smoke, to remind her that he just might not be dead. The dark thoughts fled with the hot water however, hand reaching out to turn off the spray. She stepped outside the bathroom moments later with a towel wrapped around her short auburn hair to dry it quickly, donning the infamous uniform worn by all elves, pixies, gnomes and the like in the police force. Already her brain was concocting what mission she'd be sent on today by the newly appointed commander Trouble Kelp, and what sort of whinnying she'd get from their techie genius Foaly.
The traffic was also its mundane normality; backed up with complaints around the Police Plaza with the main complaint being about more rogue goblins terrorizing tourists. It had been years since the uprising of the B'wa Kell that Opal Koboi had instigated, and the mentally handicapped lizards had already seemed to have forgotten the outcome. Holly pushed and badged her way past the unruly gnomes and pixies as she made her way back to the commander's office, finding Kelp at the desk once occupied by Root. He swiveled in his chair with an unusually grim look on his face for what should have been a small retrieval job or a stakeout for the day. What came from his mouth hit Holly like a bull troll mad with light overexposure. "Captain Short, we've just received word from the imp Number One that there was a signature matching Opal Koboi's traveling through time. We're not certain how he's picked it up but you know this is urgent if it concerns Koboi. Likely planning another one of her world domination schemes. Foaly and Number One are waiting for you in the operations booth with your gear and more information. Unfortunately you're going to have to go this one alone; our sprites are busy dealing with flood of complaints we've been getting." Short almost wanted to groan but forced herself not to.
"Alright Kelp, I'll get going." Not much words were said; she was still rather tense from the unfortunate decision of having been on a few dates with her new commanding officer. The elf had decided it was best not to take interest in him due to conflicting interest and her work environment, though that hadn't yet released the tension buildup. She quickly made her way over to Op, where the centaur and what appeared to be a very demonic looking gargoyle were waiting for her. On the workbench in the room was a line of LEP tech, including a vial holding the standard iris cam, a set of the latest wings, earpieces; essentially everything that had become Holly's norm since a few years ago saving the world seemed to be a daily thing. A Neutrino sat beside all the gear, something she was more than familiar with since her first days of training and testing with the fairy's underground police force. The captain almost felt naked without one. Foaly had turned to find her just inside the pneumatic doorway, giving a pleased snort. "I assume Trouble gave you the debriefing?" Holly nodded and glanced at the demon imp beside him. "Hello," the elf greeted him, giving a friendly smile. Given the situation, there wasn't going to be much conversation in the future. Ha, thought Holly. A pun.
Foaly gave an uncustomary nervous flick of the tail as he pulled up a satellite image on the screen in front of them. "Now's not the time for talk, and I guess you know that by now. Koboi's at it again and I do not want this escalating more than it has to. No more toasted centaur behind, if you please." He was obviously referring to the time the demented female had locked him in his own laboratory with no working equipment and an activated plasma floor courtesy of the long-deceased Briar Cudgeon. Holly shuddered at the thought of tangling with this mad fairy but it would have to be done...and this time, the Council might employ drastic measures for Koboi once she was captured once more. It seemed no prison or mental institution could hold the villainous female. She was a danger to both the fairy race and Mud Men alike. It didn't take long to complete the lecture given her assignment, but doubts were swirling in Holly's mind. How would she be able to stand alone in the future after she was sent by Number One? Foaly's technology could work anywhere on Earth, but not in a separate time. The centaur sensed her uneasiness and cleared his throat. "My best recommendation is we get the Mud Boy involved again. I hate to say it, but we can't do this without him Holly. Kelp isn't to know about this, you know he'd have you kicked out of the force again. But we can always perform another mind wipe once we are sure this all subsides. The Fowl boy hopefully isn't dictator of the world in this future you end up in."
And those had been his final words as Holly had been whisked to the future, standing under a full moon by the very same oak tree that Artemis Fowl had hidden behind in a tent and abducted her just a few years ago. It seemed forever to the elf, and she had lived for over 60 years. Activating her wings, she flew shielded across the night sky, over the water, heading towards Fowl Manor. No need for the Ritual now; she was running hot and ready to see if the Mud Boy would oblige to saving the world...again.
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The intellect transcends all presupposed norms. Only through intellect is it possible to apprehend the forms.
Aurum Potestas Est Were the words inscribed upon the gate of Fowl Manor in bright gold. These were the 3 words which emerged as the pinnacle of the Fowl legacy. The upholder of this legacy, the scion of this pedigree of erudite profundity was Artemis Fowl II. His mind was one of marvel. His achievements were one of marvel and awe. Even the great Kasparov had failed in his attempt. But Artemis Fowl II had managed to defeat Deep Blue in a game of chess. The workings of his mind transcended the comprehension of all that attempted to thwart it.
Hence what remained was a man who could be said to have been the next step in human evolution. An evolution that did not intend to adapt to physically to changing environment, but improve intellectually on the path of evolution, a Homo-Erudus who dominated those of the lower species, namely humans through sheer intellectual prowess.
These however are mere speculations that journalists and editors have made. What really goes on inside that vast manor on the outskirts of Dublin and in the life of the wealthiest man on earth, nobody knows.
Butler, call it intuition or a realization, but there is viable evidence for the existence of more rational species than humankind though for some reason they shun contact with mankind. Said the young man. His dark hair was well combed and his azure eyes darted upwards at the bald giant that stood before him.
The giant straightened the tie upon his suit and shaking the clean shaven head he gazed down upon the young man through the dark shade of his glasses. Artemis, what are your evidences to backup this presumption? He asked, his voice illustrating a heavy Eurasian accent and his hand lodged within his pocked, finger placed upon the trigger of his Sig Saur, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.
But Butler, my research has displayed traces of atomic energy fields globally and no final source to attach them. Where did atomic energy appear? Theres the rub.
But Artemis, could those fields not emerge from nuclear power plants?
Butler, do you think I did not consider that? Any sources of macro fields were excluded from the detection parameters. 	But these traces are smaller as if generated from micro generators.
The giant bodyguard raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Micro generator of nuclear power? Impossible!
The genius frowned with vexation at the liberal use of words by his bodyguard. Improbable you mean. Such technology is highly improbable at this stage for Homo-sapiens. Therefore, it must have emerged from the presence of another species that is not only rational, but more technologically evolved than mankind.
Scratching his clean shaved chin, the massive bodyguard considered this conjecture and then finally said, So, what do you propose, Artemis?
The young genius shook his head. Why, of course. We need to discover and catch one of these creatures. Only then can their existence be proven and we might need to conduct scans to comprehend their brain waves and thinking pattern.
How would that be beneficial Questioned the giant.
Dont you see? Obviously these species do not wish to be detected by mankind and conceal themselves through carefully crafted means of stealth we have not even begun to invent. All I need is to discover their existence somehow and we will have enough leverage to strike a bargain for one of their advanced instruments An instrument only I shall possess and through monopolistic power, I can make people dependent on me for it. It will be the source of eternal wealth and global hegemony with me as the hegemon.
Once again, the man who had in the past fought a bull troll and defeated it single handed was left gaping in awe at the sheer intelligence with which the man much younger had proved to have a mind far more functional than mankind had ever produced. Even though his focus was always on global dominion, he had aided in its rescue more times than he couldremember.
So, what do you propose Artemis? Demanded the massive bodyguard.
I propose we set a trap. I would couple my nuclear field detector with every cellular device geologically to detect microscopic fields and once detected, we shall follow the trace through other devices and apprehend it at source.
Well, let us make sure your safety is not at risk in this. Those species He paused to think before saying, might be dangerous.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Blared the alarm and then Artemis Fowl turned to the console upon his desk, his tie flying to the side as he witnessed the signature of the atomic energy right outside Fowl manor. It appears that the probability ahs favored us, Butler. As Aristotle would say, The high-minded man must care more for the truth than for what people think. Get your gun ready, we must discover the truth for ourselves today.
With this, the giant bodyguard held his Sig Saur with both hands and dawned his infrared glasses and went outside with the young man in his Armani suit following him behind like a miniscule shadow, David following the goliath.
They came outside and in the dark hid themselves behind the lead panel created to avoid detection within tense moments for not even heat detectors could penetrate it.
Butler made a vertical line with his finger across his lips as he turned towards his charge and then pointed at the heat signature that revealed itself airborne within the compound of Fowl Manor.
Grabbing the net from his backpack he walked slowly, undetected and then took a heavy lunge. Instantly the massive beast was upon the smaller invisible figure and the net was thrown across trapping something invisible beneath it.
Then walked out the antagonist and mastermind of the incident and his curled lips depicted a grin of apprehension and pride. Whatever you are, show yourself.. We have been aware of your existence long before you came here. We know you are not human. Therefore, advice that it would be wise on your behalf to reveal your true identity and purpose of your presence in my abode otherwise Butler is highly trained at the subtle art of interrogation. The grin grew wider and the handsome and lean man stood erect before the invisible figure caught in the nets.
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Holly had been hovering a few feet above the infamous arch of the surrounding wall, making the grounds of this foreboding manor she had been kept prisoner in long ago. The elf was shielded, but this wouldn't keep her from any sensors Artemis had likely developed over the space of the time travel. She realized as much, but it was essential to her plan for her to be captured within the young criminal's grasp yet again. A quick nervous glance at her small display pad mounted to her arm told her that it was now somewhere within the vicinity of ten to fifteen years in the future.. The Mud Boy had likely grown quite powerful in the human's world, perhaps even the richest person on the Earth. If Julius were still around, she would have rubbed it in his face about him trusting Dr. Argon and his quacks with the probability of Fowl losing all the good he had in him when they mind-wiped the boy. 'A small sliver of a chance', they had said. Boy, were they wrong. The captain made sure she had her helmet cam and mic on before speaking softly behind the LEP helmet; it would prove important to record every bit of this mission.
"Inside Fowl Manor walls, this is Captain Holly Short of the LEP. About to make contact with the Mud Boy Fowl." Her monologue was cut short as the door opened to the estate, and quick flashes of memory jogged in her brain. About the attempt to save her by blasting the entrance and forcing an angry troll in. She had reviewed the tapes herself once they had arrived back in the Police Plaza safe and sound. Her mismatched eyes locked onto the familiar immense form of Butler, recognizing the portable goggles that could likely read her infrared signature. It was a demoralizing step down from the tech that Fowl had used to possess after he had cannibalized a few sets of LEP helmets and made a pair of glasses that had anti-shield capabilities. But nonetheless, it would suffice to give away her presence. Before she could unshield and come out of the invisible spectrum however, the man mountain Butler had pounced and knocked her out of the air. He was much more nimble than she remembered him being, after she had brought him back to life for the second time with several strands of Kevlar stuck in his chest.
There was a sickening snap as they landed, and she felt a rib crack under the massive man's grip. Thankfully he let up, leaving the net to hold her down as she gasped in pain and felt the blue sparks run to her right side to quickly repair the damage. It could have been much more devastating a collision however; it could've been her neck that had fractured. "D'Arvit", she swore, fiddling with her helmet until the visor slid up, revealing her blue and hazel eyes. It was easier to see with the powerful lights scouring over Fowl Manor's grass, her gaze focused solely on the Fowl boy.
He wasn't a boy anymore, hardly from it. Though he had only grown a few inches, his features had aged a touch to where it might put him in his early 20's. But with Fowl, the stress might make him older and he could still be 18 or around there. It was hard to discern. The words in her throat caught like so many lodged memories, curses, affectionate words and emotions...because that's exactly what they were. "Mud Boy... Artemis. I am Captain Holly Short of the LEPrecon fairy police force. You know me. And Butler, you too." Her head turned to the massive Eurasian man, more like a bear on his hind legs minus the fur. She hoped madly that her name and ranking would trigger the long hidden memories within his brain, forcing a total recall of everything that had been mind-wiped years in the past. "Artemis, we need you." And for once in her life, Holly allowed her emotions to show. She sounded desperate, and if Foaly were here, he'd be kicking himself over how emotional elves could be. So very unprofessional.
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If there was no deception, it was against the mind of Artemis Fowl II. Even with all the gadgets that she possessed and held, even with all the stealth, Captain Holly Short could not save herself from the devious mind of the young genius and his brutish bodyguard Butler. The hulking figure of Butler had already held the smaller form of the fairy down and she had no escape.
But the genius was a man of reason and heard her words carefully even though they appeared insulting to him. Mudboy She had called him. Artemis Fowl felt the words to be something familiar to an ancient forgotten dream and yet...he could not remember it. It was odd for him because possessing an eidetic memory did not allow for him to actually forget anything. Yet, the term that seemed so similar was now distant to him. That vexed him and his lips drooped into a frown.
Shooting a glance in the direction of the smaller creature he absorbed her features. Instantly, like a computer, his mind cross referenced through all the data it possessed, whatever he read was being filtered and sifted to discover any mention of such a creature and then it came to him.
You better stop moving, Fairy. Said the boy with a sardonic grin laced with condescension. Yes, He continued, I know you are a fairy. Unlike other humans, it is no possible for you to deceive me. Now, you shall make a very good hostage for us to strike a bargain with the rest of your species in order to come up with a...plan of one of your stealth devices. Otherwise your secret might be compromised to mankind.
He grinned and then loosening his tie looked up at the giant that had held the Elf captain. Butler, take her into the manor and sedate her properly. We do not want our little Elvish guest to try anything now, shall we?
He then turned around and tottered across the long plain of the walkway and was into the manor within a few moments without waiting to hear what the captain of the LEPrecon had to say.
Presently, the young genius was in the shower, contemplating his actions. There was something bothering him. It was something he thought he was incapable of experiencing. Empathy.... Why am I feeling bad for holding that Elf hostage? Empathy is a wasteful emotion with no profit. Why should I be experiencing it? He could not really deduce the reason for such empathy. He could not fathom why he experienced it especially because this emotion was a part of him years ago and had been repressed.
Soon he was out of the shower and in another dark Armani suit, with a white shirt and black tie. If it was not for his young juvenile physiognomy, it would be easy to mistake Artemis Fowl II for a teenager even though he was in his mid twenties.
Is she sedated? Asked Artemis when he saw Butler enter his room.
Yes, she is, Artemis. So, how are you going to contact her people? We do not even know where they are. Replied the Giant.
Why, that is easy, Butler. We simply make her speak. Now I know you are good at that. His reply was accompanied with a grin of mischief.
That I certainly am , Artemis. Butler replied with an equally mischievous grin.
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It was the following morning and Artemis was sitting the room beside the Elf captain and checking his watch with vexation. She had overslept and Butler had probably used too many sedatives. When the fairy awake Artemis greeted her with a smile.
She was bound to her bed, hands and legs tied to the four posts with chains of titanium alloy. His gaze was averted to the fairy when she opened her eyes and the genius said, Well, good morning my fellow sentient species. I assume the sedatives helped you sleep well. Now, it is time for some mutual exchange of information. I assume you were on my premises because you were aware of my track on your kind and there was obviously a technique of memory wipe you were going to incorporate upon me. That seems like the most obvious manner in which your kind has managed to keep them secret. Now, I am not interested in exposing you. My interest is merely wealth and to amass it. Therefore, my offer is this: Contact your people and tell them to give me but one of the instruments humans do not possess and the blueprints on how to manufacture it. Then, I shall release you when I have successfully produced the working instrument on my own.
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Holly swore under her breath as Fowl went on goading about his supposed knowledge of the fairy race and seemingly triumphant attitude over her capture, completely ignoring the fact that the elf had clearly asked him for aide. He hadn't so much as bothered to touch upon the subject. Perhaps he thought she was trying to trick him, playing the innocent victim despite her trespassing upon his manor grounds. But that wasn't the worst of the situation; her spouting important information had appeared to not taken its intended effect upon the juvenile's memory. He didn't seem to remember her at all, or any single point of all those years they had spent fighting against each other and saving the world all at the same time. His slight frown had proven as much; perhaps the memories were just so deeply buried after the years passed in her future time skip. It would make sense. It would take something substantially more potent to convince the Fowl boy and then recall his lost cognitive experiences. Unfortunate. She blinked, the bright lights blinding her briefly as Fowl's form shifted, noticing he was walking back inside the house. Her fractured rib was still healing even as Butler picked her up in his massive hand, capable of crushing her accidentally if he weren't careful. But the man mountain was certainly not dumb, far from it. For a bodyguard, he was one of the best in the world. Given her current circumstances, she would have felt safest in his grip, but not now. It was like deja vu of her first time being captured by Artemis, and it wasn't looking good. However, she had a little advantage going into the game this round. The genius now no longer held the knowledge of the fairy bible, the Book. He couldn't defend himself against her powers, he had no idea of them in the first place. Or what her weapons were capable of. Everything. Her body shook lightly as she was toted inside the house, thankful that her magic would still not be taken from her by entering a human abode. She had permission, in his technical kidnapping of the fairy when Fowl was just twelve years old.
The Eurasian man took her to the exact same room she had been stored in before (carrying a small tote with the anesthetics of course), except it looked more like a normal bedroom. Of course, this wasn't too much of a surprise for her. Perhaps the newly reformed Artemis had converted it back before his mind had been wiped due to guilt, or maybe the LEP had done it for him to minimize the risk to his memory. Whatever the case, it was complete with a queen size bed with four posters, a chest of drawers, a mirror, several lavish paintings and rugs, and an attached bedroom. Everything was done with a rich oak finish and dark maroon colors, accented with gold. Obviously meant to reflect the owner's wealth. There was no end to the new Artemis's boasting of his funds, apparently. At least it was more comfortable than the stark concrete cell she had been placed in before, with nothing but a simple double bed with a camera in the corner watching her every move; though that would certainly be installed in her sleep once Butler knocked her out.
Holly gave an exaggerated sigh as he set her down, lying still and not attempting to resist as he kept her pinned on top of the covers, one hand deftly preparing the injection as he attempted not to speak nor look at her. "You know, Mud Man, I always did like you. Not that it matters now, it seems little Artemis doesn't remember me. Nor you." Another sound of exasperation before she spoke up again. "You should be careful with that anesth-" The hypodermic needle entered the vein in her arm smoothly, giving her a small wince in pain before the plunger sunk, dispersing the liquid inside straight into her blood stream. It was less than five seconds before the elf was unconscious, tumbling through a restless void caused by the tranquilizer.
She did manage to have one, very brief dream in her rather long period of unconsciousness. The elf was standing in a grassy field, in a place she didn't recognize. Likely something conjured by her feverish dream state. The air was fresh and free of the man-made pollutants, something a fairy could only find underground these days through the heavily filtered system Haven made use of to provide clean oxygen to its residents. The sky above was an eggshell blue, and a light wind rustled through the infinite blades of grass stretching out beneath her feet all the way to the horizon. She was wearing her standard LEP suit, but without any of the complicated gadgetry and her Neutrino. A small figure in the distance suddenly appeared, and came walking towards her. Something within her chest compelled her to move towards the foreign being, and her uncontrollable dream self followed the directions given to it. It wasn't long before the figure became Artemis, the new one from the future she was currently trapped in. The two continued to advance until they were within a few feet of each other, their eyes locking on one another. Suddenly, her rational mind stepped in and altered the dream, providing her with all her real life memories and emotions connected to the child prodigy, now a young man. Dream Holly felt compelled to spill everything she had thought of him through the years, feeling inevitably and unspeakably tied to the human. They were bound to continue meeting whenever the world silently called upon them for help. Civilizations from both of their worlds relied on them on a near daily basis. Dream Artemis stepped closer, Holly's thoughts freezing in place as he took her hand. He felt warm to the touch, and the elf glanced up to notice the human drawing nearer to her, his face inches from hers.
Holly was ripped from her unconscious state with only a residual memory of the drug-induced dream later the next morning. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest as if she had just gotten off a titanium egg riding a flare. She noticed Artemis sitting in a chair beside the bed, just about level with where her head rested on a very plush pillow. Her wrists and ankles were sore however, and her gaze quickly drunk in the images of her limbs chained to the posts. It wasn't a very dignifying way to be restrained, but Artemis wasn't exactly known for being lenient when it concerned his plans for world domination. At least, of the economy. Groggily, she listened to the boy's request, his words oddly imparting some kind of comfort on her psyche. But that soon vanished, her mind focusing on plans of her own. "Listen Artemis, I'm not about to help you with this plan of yours. I know you don't remember me, but try to recall your lost memory. Remember Mulch, the tunnel dwarf? Foaly, our centaurian genius? Opal Koboi, you should remember her, or the goblins..." Finding none of this was sparking a monumental reaction from the boy other than confusion, she sighed. On to the drastic measures for drastic times, or so the human phrase went.
Focusing the magic in her head, her voice became layered with the tones of the mesmer. "Listen Artemis... Are you listening?" She waited for the mental struggle before the Mud Boy gave in, nodding almost dazedly. "Good Mud Boy.. Now.. I need you to forget any plans concerning money-making or world domination for now.. And I need you to listen to me closely." She cut the magic off from her vocal chords, waiting for Artemis to wake up from the hypnosis. It took him a solid minute, but she had a little time on her hands anyways.
"Feeling better, Artemis? Now will you listen to me and forget all those schemes of yours? I want to focus on helping your head get better, it's time for you to remember all those memories we wiped from that brain of yours." Her tone had almost a mocking kick to it, but at least now he wouldn't be ignoring her for his own heinous ideas.
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Artemis Fowl was a just a boy. However, he was more than just a boy. He possessed the mind of a genius. This gave Artemis the ability to think rather in a manner different from ordianry humans or in the case of this new world, majority of living beings including species more advanced than mankind. These species, the existence of which was hideen from mankind rather conspiciously, were, in fact, discoevred by Artemis in the past and without their volition. Even in the past, the fairies were incapable of protecting themselves and had to resort to Artemis Fowl to produce an ingenious plot and amelioarte the trying circumsances within which they found themselves.
It is true that the majority of the bad circumstances did occur because of Artemis. However, how did they solve their own troubles in the past without him? It appeared that the faires were more dependent on Artemis than they expected. Wiping his memories was a mistake they would come to repent for they now needed him. It was as if he was their maste, rather than them being the more advanced race of creatures and he being evolutionarily inferior to the fairies since he was a Mud Boy as they liked to call him. However, they were unaware that by being dependent upon him, they had invoked the Hegelian paradox of freedom
According to the great philosopher, Georg Hegel, the submisisve is dependent upon the dominant aspect of any interaction as much as the dominant is dependent on the submissive. It is a vicious paradox where it is a sociological need for the dominant to dominate someone and it is in fact dependent on the submissive for this. However, the submisisve is depenedent on the dominant for its need to be submissive as well. Hence, we arrive at a paradoxical conclusion which may appear erroneous. But it is by all means, an observation of fact.
This kind of conclusion, if applied in the case of Artemis Fowl and the faries , fits perfectly to their scenario. Let us consider the variables before proceeding. Every time a bad situation emerges, be it caused by Armis or not, the faries depend upon him for a solution because they are not intelligent enough to arrive at a conclusion on their own. For this, they have to plead a young pubescent and like imbellic fools, they send the elf for which he harbours affection rather than sending one who might be upight and willing to negotiate. In case of Holly Short, the negotiations become complicated due to the involvement of emotions which cannot be supressed by the Mesmer.
It was the result of these emotions that Holly Short was not gagged or sedated. Striking deals was never her speciality and this was the reason that while she was the worst choice for this mission, there was no other choice. Only she, with her emotional sway could kindle Artemiss cognitive funtions and make him remember the lost past.
However, this required deception and Artemis was not a fool. In fact, he was the most intelligent human on Terra. Therefore, outwitting him was out of all possibility. Hence, when Holly tried to layer her voice with mesmer and engulf Artemis in its hypnotic presence, the boy fished into the pocket of his suit and from it, pulling out a tape, pasted it upon the fairy captains mouth.
My dear Fairy, began Artemis, Did you really think that The Artemis Fowl who had manged to discover you despite your magnificent manner of concelament would actually be deceived by some form of hypnosis. I had recognised your intentions as soon as you calmed your voice that you are attempting a hypnosis.
With this, the giant emerged from the back of the room. In his hand, he held the Sig Saur pistol ready to shoot. It was already aimed at Holly Short as he said, Artemis, should we shoot this creature? The govenrment will still pay a hefty sum for its corpse.
Artemis shook his head and said, No, Butler. That will be unecessary. I first want to know what we can learn from this creature and what we can acquire from their species. The boy then turned towards the LEPRecon captain and said, So, Fairy, will you tell us what we wish to know without any tricks or shall I listen to Butler here and salvage your corpse? The choice is yours, Fairy. With this, Artemis pulled the strip off Hollys mouth violently, which will have caused some pain, and waited for her to speak.
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Holly was nothing short of flabbergasted that the young man had managed to either find out about the mesmer or knew something like it was headed his way once her voice calmed. He had detected the notes and therefore stopped her from fully using it. Insane. And even upon figuring this out, Fowl did not recall any People-related memories. The elf captain could do nothing to displace the tape now stuck to her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Mesmers alone could no be performed simply through eye contact, an unfortunate fact that she wished were not true. She could always vibrate her form out of the visible spectrum using her shield, but that would be of no use considering her arms were tied with a veritably strong metal and none of her weapons were close at hand. Now she was finally beginning to worry. If negotiations were all she had at her disposal, it might be possible the Fowl boy could never call forth his memories again without a stronger catalyst. Previously Artemis had thwarted their attempts at wiping his memory by concealing a disk laden with information as a golden coin which she herself had given him. Unless he had stored a similar cache of knowledge after that first incident, all was lost to her.
Events took an even further left turn for the worst as Butler barged in brandishing his usual weapon of choice, a Sig Sauer. The handgun looked small in his giant fist. His opinion of what to use her for was startling. Not only had both their subconsciouses refused to give up the delusion of fake memories it had perceived to fill the People's mind wipe gap, but the future she was now in had further set in their ways of criminal acts. Butler had become more and more, like young Artemis, empathetic and compassionate when she last was with them. During their later adventures, he had even served to try and dissuade his charge from acting so rashly and apathetic towards other people. To make him a good man, while his teenage mind could still be impressed-upon to mold his later adult self. It seemed that since the forced removal of these traits, this was now a duo set on a path they had started on once before. And since older now, Artemis Fowl could be firmly rooted in his ways..forever. Holly Short felt a knot in her stomach harder than she did facing a bull troll with poison dripping from its tusks.
The fairy gasped and cringed in pain as he ripped the tape off, for a mere second looking much like a helpless child due to her diminutive stature. Sure Artemis had left her to die one time on Hybras, but that was all for a plan to eventually bring her back to life. He had never purposely harmed her before. Her eyes opened slowly, the hazel and blue irises fixing on him as she bravely fought back the fear gripping at her lungs. A tiny blue spark shivered along her lip to keep it from bleeding, as the tape had taken off some of the skin. Her body was very careful about itself, and thus even the smallest cut could invoke a magical healing spark to appear.
"Fine, Artemis. What do you wish to know?" Her voice was calm, clearly nowhere near the pitch needed for the mesmer however. She didn't want to give him reason to tape her mouth shut or even worse, sedate her. Her eyes flickered to Butler, who was still holding the gun. "Can you please put that away, Butler? I saved your life several times but I know you don't remember. I'd still appreciate not being in your line of fire, however. I can't harm either of you, not chained up like this.. Nor would I wish to." Her eyes turned back to Artemis, staring into their depths that matched her own. "Have you ever wondered why we have the same eyes, Fowl? We both have one blue and one brown."
Hopefully this wouldn't be interpreted as some kind of underhanded remark from her. He could always assume she had been watching or "experimenting" on him, though maybe someone with a mind like his would not be so quick to judge her as some sort of alien species that only wished harm to humans. Well. Maybe some of her species did, like the demons, but they had since been well rehabilitated of their violent tendencies.
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Patience is a virtue. Artemis Fowl always embraced this fact. But now, even his patience was being severely tested. This Elf was being pertinent about the fact that she was already aware of him and had kwon him in the past. There was exceptional possibility that she was blatantly lying. Artemis did not intend o entertain her words any longer. His time was of value and he had no need to waste it over an Elf who would not break protocol and confess and would much rather pursue a plan that had most definitely failed. But fair trial was the right of every human and in this case...Every Elf had. He decided to pint out to her all the reasons why he believed she was lying.
My dear Elf, Said he, You have everything working against you. Even if I do accept your contention that your intentions were bonafide, three things work against you, namely:
1)	You tried to infiltrate the house. A person of bonafide intentions would rather knock and then explain her situation;
2)	If as you say, you have hypnotised me, then you must obviously know how to revert back my memoires. The fact that you do not know is enough reason that you have not done it to begin with;
3)	 And finally, if you really did seek my aid, you would not have breached trust and tried to hypnotise me now.
Artemis shook his head and Butler had already lowered his gun. Keep your aim on her, Butler. Artemis replied, I will be right back. He then taped her mouth again and left the room.
When he was going out, Artemis decided to find some way to contact the fairies. Well, if he could not get any information from the fairies, he could certainly acquire some ransom. He decided that the best means would be to access his GPS and seek information for signs of the same magnetic field that she had produced.
As if in queue, the signals were located all around the globe, spread out like a plague. It seems that the fairies are more common than I had anticipated. He realised, thinking to himself. Maybe she might be right. I must give her an opportunity to prove herself.
He stood up and turned around. But not without valid proof' He reminded himself and strode out.
During this time, Butler, clad in his grey stood, stood erect, like the giant that he was and awaited for Artemiss return. The Sig Sauer was carefully pointed upon captain Short. Butler was wary of any moves she might make and therefore, kept a close watch upon the Elf.
When Artemis strode in, adoring a dark Versace suit, red shirt and black tie, Butler pulled the gun down and watched his charge carefully in order to make sure nothing hurts him.
Artemis walked up to Holly and smiled. His smile was malicious, devious and possessed an air of evil. Bending over, he pulled the tape off her mouth. All right, Elf, Said he, I am giving you another opportunity to prove yourself. Now, remember, I said prove. So I want evidence. How can you prove to me that you already knew me and that this is just a re-acquaintance? I want proof. Do you have a memento? Somehow you can remind me about you? I seem to recall absolutely nothing. The boy leaned in closer, his face a mere inches from the Elf captain. What have you got to prove your innocence? He demanded.
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The elf captain had been starting to feel the effects of time travel now, her stomach growling at her with pain from not eating so long and sleep deprivation not far off from starting to pull her under like an anchor. She'd only felt this once before back on the demon-infested island Hybras, but that had been far worse and she could probably hold out as long as her eyes wouldn't close on her. But the fairy hadn't been keeping tabs on her expression now, and as Artemis swept from the room after taping her mouth again, she couldn't help but lie back on the bed with a look of helpless confusion and fear. It seemed that she'd inadvertently made him impatient. Artemis was not usually one for losing his temper or growing so..feral, even in his younger days when the duo first made contact and thus inexplicably tied their two races together. But then again, this was definitely not her friend. Far from it, almost the polar opposite. She should have known. Mentally, she continued kicking herself until the Fowl boy stormed back into the room and ripped the tape off again.
This time her lip actually bled lightly for a second, the metallic taste washing across her pallet as she licked her lip and let the magic heal the wound quickly. Her eyes flickered to his, noting the fire that burned within them. Could her Artemis, in this timeline, have turned pure evil? There was no way, she refused to believe it. Her brain wracked her mind before coming to realize the earlier thought about the disk his former self had disguised as the coin she had given him. It had deep sentimental value between the two, even more so than the accidental eye transfer. That had been in the timeslip and well.. The memories weren't going to be founded properly in his mind. But before bringing that up, she should validate herself first to his prior questions.
"I did not try to infiltrate the manor, Artemis. I was merely on the wall a short period of time to get my bearings and devise how Id go about this. Obviously I'm on the lower half of the deal seeing it is my people who need your help. Trust me, knocking on the door was one consideration, but how would Butler have reacted answering the door this late at night to someone of my appearance? He would have drawn his weapon on me anyways, and I wanted to avoid that at all cost. I simply don't even know how you two detected me so easily either the very second I landed on the wall."
"Secondly. The reason you cannot recall your memories is not from hypnosis but a technology of ours called the mind wipe. We can block reset a certain time your memories occurred in, or simply erase all memories tied to a certain subject or keyword, almost. I'm no technical genius, you'd have to ask Foaly, he'd be happy to tell you all about it."
"Anyways, Artemis. The reason I tried to mesmer you is because you're refusing to be patient and listen to reason. I only wished to get you to forget your own selfish dreams like you once had, when we were friends, so I could just talk. It's against my people's rules to mesmer a human in the first place and it seemed to me at the time like the last ditch effort." Her voice was quiet, pointed ears sloping downward in an almost submissive look. Now it was her turn to be unlike her normal, brash and gung-ho self. Artemis's attitude had changed that. He was alien to her it almost seemed.
"Listen to me Mud Boy. There has to be something to re-trigger the memories your subconscious has refused to relinquish to you. And all I can think of, other than our eyes.. Is the coin I gave you. Do you have in your possession a gold coin that has a hole through the middle of it?" Holly strained to bring her hand over, until the chain tying it down was taught so he could see it. On one of the fingers, her index, was a small scar. "I shot a hole through it. During the mission to save your father, my finger was lobbed off. You helped save and reattach it." Her voice was sincere, eyes holding a slight fear behind them she was afraid he might detect. This was her only hope of revealing to him the truth. There was almost pain in her voice.
Back when they had mind-wiped Artemis the second time, she knew he might not recover and now she was paying for it. But what scared and hurt the elf captain the most was that they had involuntarily performed this on him, turned their back to the human that had often times been theirs and the world's salvation. He had been her friend. Inside Holly felt like a monster.
Her eyes held tears in them, staring at this Artemis she had once cared dearly for. Now he wouldn't mind giving an order for Butler to shoot her. In a wave of very rash thinking, a wave of emotion and raw pain and intensity, Holly looked straight into Fowl's eyes and leaned the smallest distance between them and kissed him briefly on the lips. She pulled back immediately after, cautious of how the boy's manservant would react and interpret it as a possible threat. But if the coin wouldn't help, the kiss might have. The two had deep emotional ties.
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Vexation That is the only feeling Artemis was experiencing during this moment. He was experiencing pure, unadulerated vexation. This Elf was wasting his time and even being pompous about it. She was even making it appear as if somehow he was o blame for the mess she created. She tresspassed on private property. Maybe...He thought. Maybe he could give her to the extinctionists. Thy would pay a very handsome sum for her. He realised that the Elf would really be a profitable venture after all. However, he had to first consider how to carry her there. It would obviously be through some form of sedation. Even back outside, she had proved to be feisty. He wanted to turn and tell Butler to shoot her. No, it would not kill her. Artemis had specifically instructed his bodyguard to use sedatives and not actual bullets. They could no risk damaging the bounty.
Presently, I Artemis found himself listening to the Elf. He could not help but think that she did make some sense. However, he countermanded all her views with his own. Well, if you come here as an Elf, Butler would have known. We are already aware of the presence of your species. I hide nothing from him. He would have known as well. That proves the lack of your rationality in this regard. You fail, Miss Elf.
Artemis was now getting impatient. You expect me to believe that you can remember memories and not forget them, my dear; I am a genius not a fool. Your argument is invalid from inception and I believe you need to rework your excuses.
Artemis sighed at her mention a coin. I am not in possession of any coin whatsoever. I believe you are sadly mistaken. If this is the lamentable story you have prepared, then I am sorry I am disappointed by your species; you seem to possess no intellect at all. Even Juliet with her limited brain made better than the likes of you. No offence, Butler.
None taken, Artemis. The Bodyguard replied in a heavy Eurasian accent.
The young genius boy then sighed. You had your chance, Elf. But if there is anything I have learnt it is that your race is Stu
Artemiss words were cut off mid sentence when he felt the most blissful and familiar sensation. It was as if his world stopped in that moment. When their lips met, Artemis realised he had felt it before. Such a perfect and familiar sensation could only be real and only be felt by someone who has truly known the meaning of love. His eyes shut closed and he felt himself kissing back.
When the Elf pulled back, the genius was dazed. He was lost in something he did not feel he could experience and he was left deaf to her words. All memories of the past and of the moments with Holy suddenly started pouring back in like the gush of the wind during a wild storm.
All memories of the Elves, of the Opal Koboi, Julius Root, their adventures against Briar. The time travel with eh help of Imp No. 1. It all came fleeting back. Instantly, he felt the memory of the kiss he shared with Holly returning back and instantly, without his own volition, he leaned back in and pressed his lips against the smaller form of the Elf, kissing her passionately. Artemiss lisp were pressed against Holly, refusing to move as he kissed her while.
Butler was finally glad that his master Artemis was growing up. Without a word, like the Shadow that he was, he carefully escaped the room. But he was a cautious bodyguard. He kept the door open, making sure he could hear every voice within.
Artemis grabbed the remote from the side and pressed a button upon it even as he kissed Holly and the bonds around her released themselves. I am sorry, Holly. Said the genius when he finally pulled back, relinquishing his lips of the Elfs taste and breathing heavy at the same time from the intense kiss. I am sorry I did not recognise you. I should have. That was foolish of me. He then let her off the bed and smiled at her. You and your species will someday destroy my intelligence with your memory wipes. Okay, I am ready to help. What is it that you need? And how will I manage to help Butler recall his memories? Artemis was unsure, he wanted his man servant to also remember all his memories and this time, he had no chance of leaving a memento for total recall.
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Holly watched Artemis with her mismatched eyes for what seemed like eternity; in reality, just a few seconds. Her stomach had dropped to her hips and her heart was pounding away in her throat, her small form shivering lightly in blind hope. Everything was hanging on the fragile thread that the kiss would work and force total recall. For the brief moment that she had been kissing him, the captain could've sworn she felt the boy kiss her back, but she wasn't sure. It was almost a mere peck. But then she saw the spark of realization in the genius's eyes, and she smiled, more of a grin really. She had her Artemis back. But what surprised her the most, after the shaky feeling of safety washed over her in an enormous tidal wave, the newly restored Artemis had leaned down against her and kissed her again.
Without thinking, the elf returned the kiss, matching the passion of the young man's. For what she assumed was zero base of experience with women in general, he was a fairly good kisser. Her own memories surfaced of the time that her friend had contracted the rare Atlantis Complex disease, when his other 'self' had developed feelings for her. It had been an awkward time for the both of them. But now she more than willingly returned the gesture, her ears barely picking up on the bodyguard moving out of the room to afford them some privacy. But in her mind Holly knew he was right around the corner. She'd have to thank him once his memories were restored for continuing to protect the family while the People had removed themselves from Fowl's life.
For now though, her attention drifted back to their situation, not caring for how it could change their lives in the future, or the past. For now, it was this moment alone. Her arms strained lightly against the shackles until Artemis released her, then immediately wrapping them around his shoulders and neck. He had grown a few inches, though he maintained a thankfully comfortable stature in comparison to the fairy. With regret, she felt the kiss end, and then her soldier's brain quickly kicked in, correcting this newfound feeling of loss. She shouldn't get herself romantically involved with him. Two species, a future to save. Right. But that little nagging part in the back of her mind knew it would eventually persuade the rest of her to further this newfound path.
"It's okay Artemis. It's our fault for doing this to you. I was forced to agree with the People's reasoning, even though we owe you so much. I'm just glad to have you back." Her ears dipped and her face blushed almost as red as Root's used to get. "I didn't mean to recall your memories in such a way but I didn't think anything else would work. And yes, I promise, soldier's word that I will make sure we don't erase your memory ever again. Last thing we need is for you to be a stupid Mudboy like the rest of the guys your age." She smirked. "How old are you now anyways? I'm Holly from the past. I travelled here and I'm not sure how far in the future I landed just yet. Number 1 wouldn't tell me."
Holly stood beside him, smiling up at Artemis now. The suit looked good on him. "I think your elf-kissing days weren't quite over yet." She laughed. "Anyways, joking matters aside. Your favorite nemesis is back ad somehow she's travelled to this year in the future. We found traces of her presence in the time stream, since you know, all of you doesn't quite make it intact and untraceable. Opal's not quite so easily thwarted, and something tells me once we capture her again, the Council won't put up with incarcerating her peacefully again. She's too dangerous."
She sighed, brushing some of her auburn hair to the side. "I'm not sure how we can help Butler. Aren't you the boy genius here? Perhaps... Hm. What if we brought him a pet troll to come visit?" Again, another laugh. Captain Short was feeling so much better now that she wasn't under direct threat to give up secrets he wouldn't believe anyways or be shot.
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Well, Began Artemis apprehensively, I think that the bull troll would be reminded of the horrors of its past if it met Butler and will realize never to battle a bodyguard of that stature. Artemis let out a chuckle and realized that it had started to happen again. This was the effect captain Holly Short had on the genius. She changed him for the betteror the worse, he could not tell. Around her, the Orion within him suddenly took reign and Artemis could not help but experience his admiration for the LEPRecon captain.
He could not point what exactly it was about Holly that made Artemis so attracted to her, but it was something beyond his comprehension. When the more he tried to contemplate it, the queerer this emotion became. No amount of logic or psychological analysis could point towards its meaning. He had a vague sense of dread that it might be Love But he refuted that possibility by realizing the essence of evolutionary natural selection. It is impossible, he reminded himself, it is impossible to love someone. Love is just something that the cell invented in order to support the family structure that ensures protection of the offspring. It is basic cellular division that encompasses its need to replicate through exuding chemical reactions of gratification within the social and closely knit structure of a family.
However, Artemis had deduced that this was a contemplation of another time. Presently he had to face the crisis at hand and first, restore Butler to his memories of the Fairies.
The door opened and Butler stood there, alert and ready. Change of plans, Butler, we have a very important business on our hands. And we will need your help with it.
Artemis, Said the giant and he bolted upright at the sight of his charge walking beside the unidentified smaller species, you cannot trust this creature. She tried to hypnotize you once. I am unsure whether she has manage to do it successfully again or not.
He pointed the gun at Holly and the look that Butler gave her was once at the other end of which nobody would want to be.
Artemis stepped in between the scene and stood before Butler, who lowered his gun. Butler, began the genius, she has not hypnotized me. She is on our side and we need to work together in order to save humanity.
Now I am convinced she has hypnotized you. Butler retorted instantly. The Artemis I know would never think of saving the world. He merely wanted profit.
The Artemis you know also did not know another thing.
And that is?
The young genius grinned and gazed up his massive bodyguard and merely spoke one word. He knew that would be the final blow that would trigger total recall. Domovoi.
Butler was shocked, his hear started to beat a mile a minute. His tall seven feet form convulsed under the sudden realization and he realized that the most preposterous was fact. Artemis did know things he did not and this tiny creature was his friend. No bodyguard was ever allowed to disclose his first name to his charge and if Artemis somehow knew this, it was because he would have told him.
Then, it was as if the whole world started to spin and the wave of emotions spilled upon the colossal bodyguard. His eyes rolled and when they finally opened, his gun was lowered. He gazed upon captain Short and his lisp curled into a smile. Nice to see you again, Holly. Butler said and then straightened the tie of his dark suit.
Now, Said Artemis, turning towards the Elf captain, since the question of Butler shooting you with blanks is out of the question, we can proceed to more important matters. Let me trifle a guess. The world is in danger. Assuming from your visage which is exactly as how I remembered it, I believe you are not the Holly of present times but are much younger and have been sent by No. 1 from the past. Is it Koboi? Has she managed to tap into time travel again? Or is it Turnball Root again? Who is it this time and how can I help to ameliorate the scenario?
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Despite the strange turn in events as Butler aimed his gun at her once more, the overwhelming relief and security of having Artemis back on her side protected Holly like a shield in the face of uncertainty. The captain merely stared back at Butler as his young charge talked the giant down, revealing to him his first name through which he had told Artemis as Butler lay dying years ago. It was Holly herself who had saved the Eurasian man's life, and her ear tips twitched with the recall of the somewhat dark memory. It hadn't been a pretty sight then, and certainly looked no better in her vast cache of memories accumulated over the decades. But now, with Butler calm, the elf walked over to the giant and gave him a small hug.
"It's good to have you back, Butler." She gave him her customary sly grin, something that she had shot at Artemis what seemed ages ago when she had asked the young master if she had looked like a flyboy to him. Holly remembered puberty had likely been setting in for the preteen during that time; she wondered how badly it was ravaging across his not-so-changed frame nowadays. The kiss had been proof enough that perhaps Fowl was growing up, and a small tinge of sadness brushed across her expression for a mere second. That's right, she thought. Humans grew older and died, nowhere near the lifespan the People's races could enjoy.
Her brown and blue eyes fixated on Artemis's again, nodding to his queries. "Yes, we are presuming the world is in danger, though I was unable to gather such evidence as to how. We could be facing anything from the endangerment of you humans, to the whole planet, or just my species. We'll see." One of her hands went to her belt, a sign of unease, to rest on her trusty gun. Unfortunately, it was still lying elsewhere in the manor, no doubt partially dissected by Fowl earlier. She swallowed. "It's Opal this time, it appears the time spent in servitude on the surface with that farm lady was soon lost on her oversized brain."
Holly crossed her arms, pacing the room slowly in front of the two. "As far as we know, she couldn't have been able to take anyone with her. We're not looking at another goblin army or some other Hybras to deal with, obviously. But that leaves her magic, and she can be manipulating humans once again with the mesmer. That still begs the question of how the hell she traveled through time in the first place.. the only two beings with the capability of transporting people or things through time are Number One and Qwan.." Her eyes brightened suddenly and she turned to face Fowl. "However.. About that other warlock, Queffor, the one that survives in Abbot's body. Perhaps he has found a way to work the time spells under Qwan and Number One's direction.. could this be plausible, Artemis? There could be a way for Abbot's spirit to once more feud with Queffor's; even if the imp subdued it, he could obviously not destroy him. They were fused eons ago."
The elf captain rubbed her temples slowly, feeling the onset of time travel once more. Her everything ached. "But first, it is late at night.. I picked an inopportune time to barge into your affairs, Artemis. I need some food and sleep first. And also my weapons, if you haven't made more minuscule helmets and goggles out of them like you did last time," she smirked.
After a small snack in the kitchen courtesy of Butler, a dish of fresh fruit and vegetables along with some spring water, Holly followed Artemis back into the hall while Butler was finishing cleaning up and making his last rounds of the manor, ever the vigilant bodyguard. No doubt checking all the entrances, exits, cameras, and other traps that had no doubt been added to the manor's security over the years' time jump. The elf turned to Artemis and offered him a smile and stuck out her hand to shake his. "Thanks again for believing me after I finally got your memory back. The People owe you more than we probably should. Your whole life has been altered by ours, and even if for the better I suppose, its been wrong of us to do so. But you're been an amazing friend the whole way."
Across the planet, midday. A stunted-looking child is wandering the streets of a busy city, covered by a cloak and cowl. The market is crowded, but the girl's sharp eyes are able to guide her through to the almost invisible side street, empty but for the shadows and the drifting of loud conversations elsewhere. A lone man suddenly emerges down the other end of the street, quickly approaching, almost dreamlike in his movements. Methodical, but empty. His irises are jagged and he wears rather respectable clothing, signifying a leader or someone of important status within this area. He bows to the small 'child'. "Princess," he states, still in that dreamy way of his, distant. Under the cowl, Opal sniggers.
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Butler was startled at Captain Shorts affection. If there was something the bodyguard was unaccustomed to, it was affection. He loathe it. It was why he was in the profession because it required no affection or love to be involved. This and the fact that he was born in a family that did not do any other profession or even decide to choose other employers to serve. This may appear to be slavery and bonded slavery at that, but it was not so. The Butlers voluntarily chose to be bodyguards and to serve the Fowls. It was more of an honour bound employment and the Butlers served the Fowls more out of love than bond. The situation was quite paradoxical because even though Butler despised affection, he did undertake the compassionate service and even though he did not wish to harbour feelings, he did so for his change.
You mean you dont even know what Koboi is up to? Holly, I never took you for one who was sent on a goose chase with nothing to work with. What do I have to work on, then? But Artemis Fowl ended his qualms as he started to contemplate the situation in his mind. What were the few things Koboi wanted? There were basically two, namely:
1)	Revenge against Folly, himself, and Holly;
2)	World Domination.
As far as Artemis had learnt, these she always managed in one integrated plan. Therefore, her plan must include their destruction and to take over the world in one masterstroke. All he needed now was to find out what she was up to?
Artemis Fowl shook his head at Hollys suggestion. She was a captain and so naive sometimes. He did not blame her for it. Her intellect, though above average, was no match for his and could not calculate or contemplate in a manner that his could. He decided to make things clear to her.
We cannot use Abbot-Queffor. Said the genius. Abbot has a major part to play in him and if he we choose him, Queffor might and agree and even Abbot might give in. But that would mean compromising any plan we make because Abbot might divulge our plans to Opal. I know I do not tell everything to everyone. However, if Opal gets even a whiff of our plan. She is bound to find a way to break it and I do not trust Abbot in this regard.
Once dinner was over, the genius agreed with the Elf captain and said, Yes, you should get some rest. I will speak to you about this tomorrow.
However, Artemis Fowl did not sleep. He spent the night contemplating on how to find out what Opal Koboi was planning. He sat before his computer, tracing signals for pixies and finally, when he found one, slept peacefully.
The morning came and Artemis Fowl was on time as always. He went in to call Holly Short out for breakfast. He was clad in a decorative suit of black and a black tie upon a black shirt. While Artemis did not have Moods, he was still an emotional being and Hollys presence may have triggered some emotions for him to dress differently.
In either case, when he entered the room to inform her that he may have found Opals location, he realised and too much his shock that she was laying in a compromising position. Now., Artemis internally knew he was always attracted to Holly. She was. Too. Because if she wasnt they would never have kissed, thrice now if one was to consider the two kisses from last night. He entered the room and sat down on the bed beside her. His tall form made her look like a child before him. However, the genius did not mind. He was still attracted to the Elf in some indefinable way.
Finally, as he gazed at her, he whooped she would not wake up as he did so. He wanted a few moments to gaze upon her and then he would leave the room and tell her over breakfast that he had found Kobois location. Therefore, he sat and admired.