Police Plaza, Haven City, The Lower Elements

 

Everybody in Police Plaza was all talk about the Zito probe. In truth it was a bit of a distraction from recent events. The LEP didn’t lose many officers in the field. And now two in the same shift. Foaly was taking it hard, especially the loss of Holly Short. It was one thing to lose a friend in the line of duty, but for that friend to be falsely accused of murder was unbearable. Foaly could not stand the idea that the People would forever remember Holly as a cold-blooded killer. Captain Short was innocent. What’s more, she was a decorated hero, and deserved to be remembered as such.

A corn screen flickered into life on his wall. One of his technical assistants in the outer office appeared. The elf’s pointed ears were quivering with excitement.

‘The probe is down to sixty-five miles. I can’t believe the humans have gotten this far.“

Foaly opened a screen on his wall. He couldn’t believe it either. In theory, it should have been decades before humans developed a laser sophisticated enough to puncture the crust without frying half a continent. Obviously, Giovanni Zito went right ahead and developed the laser without worrying about Foaly’s projections for his species.

Foaly almost regretted having to shut Zito’s project down. The Sicilian was one of the brightest hopes for the human race. His plan to harness the power of the outer core was a good one, but the cost was fairy exposure, and that was too high a price to pay.

‘Keep a close eye on it,“ he said, trying to sound interested. ”Especially when it runs parallel to E7. I don’t anticipate any trouble, but eyes peeled just in case.“

‘Yes, sir. Oh, and we have Captain Verbil on line two, from the surface.“

A tiny spark of interest lit the centaur’s eyes. Verbil. The sprite had allowed Mulch Diggums to steal an LEP shuttle. Mulch escaped a few hours after his friends on the force had been killed. Coincidence? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Foaly opened a window to the surface.

In it he could see Verbil’s chest.

Foaly sighed. “Chix! You’re hovering. Come down where I can see you.”

‘Sorry,“ said Chix, alighting on the floor.

‘I’m a bit emotional. Trouble Kelp gave me a real grilling.“

‘What do you want, Chix? A hug and a kiss? I have things on my mind here.“

Verbil’s wings flared up behind him. It was a real effort to stay on the ground. “I have a message for you, from Mulch Diggums.”

Foaly fought the urge to whinny. No doubt Mulch would have some choice words for him.

‘Go on, then. Tell me what our foul-mouthed friend thinks of me.“

‘This is between us, right? I don’t want to be pensioned off on the grounds that I’m unstable.“

‘Yes, Chix, it’s between us. Everyone has a right to be temporarily unstable. Today of all days.“

‘It’s ridiculous, really. I don’t believe it for a minute.“ Chix attempted a confident chuckle.

Foaly snapped. “What’s ridiculous? What don’t you believe!“ Tell me, Chix, or I’ll reach down this com link and drag it out of you.”

‘Are we secure?“

‘Yes!“ the centaur screeched. ”We’re secure. Tell me. Give me Mulch’s message.“

Chix took a deep breath, saying the words as he let it out. “Opal Koboi is back.”

Foaly’s laughter started somewhere around his hooves and grew in volume and intensity until it burst out of his mouth. “Opal is back! Koboi is back!

I get it now. Mulch conned you into letting him steal the shuttle. He played on your fear of Opal waking up, and you bought it. Opal is back; don’t make me laugh.“

‘That’s what he said,“ Chix mumbled sulkily.

‘There’s no need to laugh so hard. You’re spitting on the screen. I have feelings, you know.“

Foaly’s laughter petered out. It wasn’t real laughter anyway, it was just an outburst of emotion.

Mostly sadness, with some frustration mixed in.

‘Okay, Chix. It’s not your fault. Mulch has fooled smarter sprites than you.“

It took Chix a moment to realize that he was being insulted.

‘It could be true“ he said, miffed. “You could be wrong. It is possible, you know. Maybe Opal Koboi conned you.”

Foaly opened another window on his wall.

‘No, Verbil, it is not possible. Opal could not be back, because I’m looking at her right now.“

Live feed from the Argon Clinic confirmed that Opal was indeed still suspended in her coma harness.

She’d had her DNA swab minutes beforehand.

Chix’s petulance crumbled. “I can’t believe it,” he muttered. “Mulch seemed so sincere. I actually thought Holly was in danger.”

Foaly’s tail twitched. “What? Mulch said Holly was in danger? But Holly is gone. She died.”

‘Yes,“ said Chix morosely. ”Mulch was shoveling more horse dung, I suppose. No offense.“

Of course. Opal would set Holly up to take the blame for Julius. That little cruel touch would be just like Opal. If she wasn’t right there, in her harness. DNA never lies.

Chix rapped the screen surround at his end, to get Foaly’s attention. “Listen, Foaly, remember what you promised. This is between us. No need for anyone else to know I got duped by a dwarf. I’ll end up scraping vole curry off the sidewalk after crunchball matches.”

Foaly absently shut the window. “Yes, whatever. Between us. Right.”

Opal was still secure. No doubt about it.

Surely she couldn’t have escaped. If she had, then maybe this probe was more sinister than it seemed. She couldn’t have escaped. It wasn’t possible.

But Foaly’s paranoid streak couldn’t let it go. Just to be sure, there were a few little tests he could perform. He really should get authorization, but if he was wrong, nobody had to know. And if he was right, nobody would care about a few hours of computer time.

The centaur ran a quick search on the surveillance database and selected the footage from the chute access tunnel where Julius had died.

There was something he wanted to check.

 

Uncharted Chute, Three Miles Below Southern Italy

The stolen shuttle made good time to the surface.

Holly flew as fast as she could without burning the gearbox or smashing them into a chute wall.

Time may have been of the essence, but the motley crew would be of little use to anyone if they had to be scraped off the wall like so much crunchy pate.

‘These old rigs are mainly for watch changes,“ explained Holly. ”The LEP got this one secondhand at a criminal assets auction. It’s souped up to avoid customs ships. It used to belong to a curry smuggler.“

Artemis sniffed. A faint yellow odor still lingered in the cockpit. “Why would anyone smuggle curry?”

‘Extra-hot curry is illegal in Haven. Living underground, we have to be careful of emissions, if you catch my drift.“

Artemis caught her drift and decided not to pursue the subject.

‘We need to locate Opal’s shuttle before we venture aboveground and give our position away.“

Holly pulled over next to a small lake of black oil, the shuttle’s downdraft rippling the surface.

‘Artemis, I think I mentioned that it’s a stealth shuttle. Nothing can detect her. We don’t have sensors sophisticated enough to spot her. Opal and her pixie sidekicks could be sitting in their craft just around the next bend, and our computers wouldn’t pick them up.“

Artemis leaned in over the dashboard readouts.

‘You’re approaching this the wrong way, Holly.

We need to find out where the shuttle is not.“

Artemis launched various scans, searching for traces of certain gases within a hundred-mile radius. “I think we can assume that the stealth shuttle is very close to E7, perhaps right at the mouth; but that still leaves us with a lot of ground to cover, especially if our eyes are all we have to rely on.”

‘That’s what I’ve been saying. But do go on;

I’m sure you have a point.“

‘So I’m using this shuttle’s limited sensor dishes to scan from here right up the chute to the surface and down about thirty miles.“

‘Scanning for what?“ said Holly in exasperation.

‘A hole in the air?“

Artemis grinned. “Exactly. You see, normal space is made up of various gases: oxygen, hydrogen, and so on, but the stealth shuttle would prevent any of these from being detected inside the ship’s hull. So if we find a small patch of space without the usual ambient gasses…”

‘Then we’ve found the stealth shuttle,“ said Holly.

‘Exactly.“

The computer completed its scan quickly, building an on-screen model of the surrounding area. The gases were displayed in various whirling hues.

Artemis instructed the computer to search for anomalies. It found three: one with an abnormally high saturation of carbon monoxide.

‘That’s probably an airport. A lot of exhaust fumes.“

The second anomaly was a large area with only trace elements of any gas.

‘A vacuum, probably a computer plant,“ surmised Artemis.

The third anomaly was a small area just outside the lip of E7 that appeared to contain no gas of any kind.

‘That’s her. The volume is exactly right. She’s on the north side of the chute entrance.“

‘Well done,“ said Holly, punching him lightly on the shoulder. ”Let’s get up there.“

‘You know, of course, that as soon as we put our nose into the main chute system, Foaly will pick us up.“

Holly gave the engines a few seconds to warm up. “It’s too late to worry about that. Haven is more than six hundred miles away. By the time anyone gets here, we’ll either be heroes or outlaws.”

‘We’re already outlaws,“ said Artemis.

‘True,“ agreed Holly. ”But soon we could be outlaws with no one chasing us.“

 

Police Plaza, The Lower Elements

Opal Koboi was back. Could it be possible?

The thought niggled at Foaly’s ordered mind, unraveling any chain of thought that he tried to compose.

He would not find any peace until he found out for certain. One way or the other.

The first place to check was the video footage from E37. If one began with the assumption that Koboi was indeed alive, then a number of details could be explained. Firstly, the strange haze that had appeared on all the tapes was not simply interference, but manufactured to hide something. The loss of audio signal, too, could have been orchestrated by Koboi to cover whatever had passed between Holly and Julius in the tunnel.

And the calamitous explosion could have been Koboi’s doing and not Holly’s. The possibility brought tremendous peace to Foaly, but he contained it. He hadn’t proven anything yet.

Foaly ran the tape through a few filters without result. The strange blurred section refused to be sharpened, cloned, or shifted. That in itself was unusual. If the blurred spot was just computer glitchery, Foaly should have been able to do something about it. But the indistinct patch stood its ground, repelling everything Foaly threw at it.

You may have the hi-tech ground covered, thought the centaur, but what about good old lo-tech?

Foaly zoomed the footage to moments before the explosion. The blurred patch had transferred itself to Julius’s chest, and indeed at times, the commander appeared to be looking at it. Was there an explosive device under there? If so, then it must have been remotely detonated. The jammer signal was probably sent from the same remote. The detonation command would override all other signals, including the jammer. This meant that for perhaps a thousandth of a second before detonation, whatever was on Julius’s chest would become visible. Not long enough for the fairy eye to capture, but a camera would see it just fine.

Foaly fast-forwarded to the explosion and then began to work his way backward, frame by frame. It was agonizing work, watching his friend being reassembled by the reversed film. The centaur tried to ignore it and concentrate on the work. The flames shrank from orange plumes to white shards, eventually containing themselves inside an orange minisun. Then, for a single frame, something appeared. Foaly flicked past it, then returned. There! On Julius’s chest, right where the blur used to be. A device of some kind.

Foaly’s fingers jabbed the enlarge tool. There was a square foot metal panel secured to Julius’s chest with octo-bonds. It had been picked up by the camera for a single frame. Less than one thousandth of a second, which was why it had been missed by the investigators. On the face of the panel was a plasma screen. Someone had been communicating with the commander before he died. That someone had not wanted to be overheard, hence the audio jammer. Unfortunately, the screen was now blank, as the detonation signal which disrupted the jammer would also have disrupted the video.

But I know who it is, thought Foaly. It’s Opal Koboi, back from limbo.

But he needed proof. The centaur’s word was worth about as much to Ark Sool as a dwarf’s denial that he had passed wind.

Foaly glared at the live feed from the Argon Institute. There she was. Opal Koboi, still deep in her coma. Apparently.

How did you do it? Foaly wondered. How could you swap places with another fairy?

Plastic surgery wouldn’t do it. Surgery couldn’t change DNA. Foaly opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a piece of equipment that resembled two miniature kitchen plungers.

There was only one way to find out what was going on here. He would have to ask Opal directly.

When Foaly arrived at the institute, Dr. Argon was reluctant to allow him into Opal’s room.

‘Miss Koboi is in a deep state of catatonia,“ said the gnome peevishly. ”Who knows what effect your devices will have on her psyche. It’s difficult, nigh impossible, to explain to a layfairy what damage intrusive stimuli may have on the recovering mind.“

Foaly whinnied. “You had no trouble letting the TV networks in. I suppose they pay better than the LEP. I do hope you are not beginning to view Opal as your personal possession, Doctor. She is a state prisoner, and I can have her moved to a state facility any time I like.”

‘Maybe just five minutes,“ said Jerbal Argon, tapping in the door’s security code.

Foaly clopped past him and plonked his briefcase on the table. Opal swung gently in the draft from the doorway. And it did seem to be Opal. Even this close, with every feature in focus, Foaly would have sworn that this was his old adversary.

The same Opal who had competed with him for every prize at college. The same Opal who had very nearly succeeded in having him blamed for the goblin uprising.

‘Get her down from there,“ he ordered.

Argon positioned a bunk below the harness, complaining with every step. “I shouldn’t be doing physical labor“ he moaned. ”It’s my hip. No one knows the pain I’m in. No one. The warlocks can’t do a thing for me.“

‘Don’t you have staff to do this sort of thing?“

‘Normally, yes,“ said Argon, lowering the harness.

‘But my janitors are on leave. Both at the same time. Normally I wouldn’t allow it, but good pixie workers are hard to find.“

Foaly’s ears pricked up. “Pixies? Your janitors are pixies?”

‘Yes. We’re quite proud of them around here, minor celebrities, you know. The pixie twins. And of course they have the highest respect for me.“

Foaly’s hands shook as he unpacked his equipment. It all seemed to be coming together. First Chix, then the strange device on Julius’s chest, now pixie janitors who were on leave. He just needed one more piece of the puzzle.

‘What is it you have there?“ asked Argon anxiously. ”Nothing that could cause any damage.“

Foaly tilted the unconscious pixie’s head backward. “Don’t worry, Argon. It’s just a Retimager. I’m not going in any farther than the eyeballs.”

He held open the pixie’s eyes one at a time, sealing the plunger like cups around the sockets.

‘Every image is recorded on the retinas. This leaves a trail of microscratches that can be enhanced and read.“

‘I know what a Retimager is,“ snapped Argon. ”I do read science journals occasionally, you know. So you can tell what the last thing Opal saw was. What good will that do?“

Foaly connected the eyepieces to a wall computer. “We shall see,” he said, endeavoring to sound cryptic rather than desperate.

He opened the Retimager’s program on the plasma screen, and two dark images appeared.

‘Left and right eyes,“ explained Foaly, toggling a key until the two images overlapped.

The image was obviously a head from a side angle, but it was too dark to identify.

‘Ooh, such brilliance,“ gushed Argon sarcastically. ”Shall I call the networks? Or should I just faint in awe?“

Foaly ignored him. “Lighten and enhance,” he said to the computer.

A computer-generated paintbrush swabbed the screen, leaving a brighter and sharper picture behind it.

‘It’s a pixie,“ muttered Foaly. ”But still not enough detail.“ He scratched his chin. ”Computer, match this picture with patient Koboi, Opal.“

A picture of Opal flashed up on a separate window. It resized itself and revolved until the new picture was at the same angle as the original. Red arrows flashed between the pictures, connecting identical points. After a few moments the space between the two pictures was completely blitzed with red lines.

‘Are these two pictures of the same person?“ asked Foaly.

‘Affirmative,“ said the computer. ”Though there is a point zero five percent possibility of error.“

Foaly jabbed the print button. “I’ll take those odds.”

Argon stepped closer to the screen, as though in a daze. His face was pale, and growing paler as he realized the implications of the picture.

‘She saw herself from the side,“ he whispered. ”That means…“

‘There were two Opal Kobois,“ completed Foaly. ”The real one, that you let escape. And this shell here, which can only be…“

‘A clone.“

‘Precisely,“ said Foaly, plucking the hard copy from the printer. ”She had herself cloned, and then your janitors waltzed her right out of here under your nose.“

‘Oh dear.“

‘Oh dear hardly covers it. Maybe now would be a good time to call the networks, or faint in awe.“

Argon took the second option, collapsing to the floor in a limp heap. The sudden evaporation of his dreams of fame and fortune was too much to handle all at once.

Foaly stepped over him and galloped all the way to Police Plaza.

 

E7, Southern Italy

Opal Koboi was having a hard time being patient. She had used up every last drop of her patience in the Argon Clinic. And now she wanted things to happen on her command. Unfortunately, a hundred million tons of hematite will only sink through the earth at sixteen feet per second, and there isn’t a lot anybody can do about it. Opal decided to pass the time by watching Holly Short die. That cretinous captain. Who did she think she was, with her crew cut and cute bow lips?

Opal glanced at herself in a reflective surface. Now, there was real beauty. There was a face that deserved its own currency, and it was quite possible that she would soon have it.

‘Mervall,“ she snapped. ”Bring me the Eleven Wonders disk. I need something to cheer me up.“

‘Right away, Miss Koboi,“ said Merv.

‘Would you like me to finish preparing the meal first, or bring you the disk directly.“

Opal rolled her eyes at her reflection.

‘What did I just say?“

‘You said to bring you the disk.“

‘So what do you think you should do, my dearest Mervall?“

‘I think I should bring you the disk,“ said Merv.

‘Genius, Mervall. Pure genius.“

Merv left the shuttle’s kitchenette and ejected a disk from the recorder. The computer would have the film on its hard drive, but Miss Koboi liked to have her personal favorites on disk so she could be cheered up wherever she happened to be.

Highlights from the past included her father’s nervous breakdown, the attack on Police Plaza, and Foaly bawling his eyes out in the LEP operation’s booth.

Merv handed the disk to Opal.

‘And?“ said the tiny pixie.

Merv was stumped for a moment, then he remembered.

One of Opal’s new commandments was that the Brill brothers should bow when they approached their leader. He swallowed his pride and bowed low from the waist.

‘Better. Now, weren’t you supposed to be preparing dinner?“

Merv retreated, still bowing. There was a lot of pride- swallowing going on around here in the last few hours. Opal was unhappy with the level of service and respect provided by the Brill brothers, and so she had drawn up a list of rules. These directives included the aforementioned bowing, never looking Opal in the eyes, going outside the shuttle to pass wind, and not thinking too loudly within ten feet of their employer.

‘Because I know what you are thinking,“ Opal had said, in a low tremulous voice. ”I can see your thoughts swirling was around your head. Right now, you’re marveling at how beautiful I am.“

‘Uncanny,“ gasped Merv, while traitorously wondering if there was a cuckoo flitting about her head at that very moment. Opal was going seriously off the rails with all this changing her species and world domination. Scant and himself would have deserted her by now, if she hadn’t promised that they could have Barbados when she was Queen of the Earth. That and the fact that if they deserted her now, Opal would add the Brill brothers to her vengeance list.

Merv retreated to the kitchen and continued with his efforts to prepare Miss Koboi’s food without actually touching it. Another new rule.

Meanwhile, Scant was in the cargo bay checking the detonator relays on the last two shaped charges. One for the job, and one for backup. The charges were about the size of melons, but would make a much bigger mess if they exploded. He checked that the magnetic relay pods were secure on the casings. The relays were standard mining sparker units that would accept the signal from the remote detonator and send a neutron charge into the bellies of the charges.

Scant winked at his brother through the kitchen doorway.

Merv pursed his lips in silent imitation of a cuckoo. Scant nodded wearily. They were both getting tired of Opal’s outrageous behavior.

Only the thought of drinking pina coladas on the beach in Barbados kept them going.

Opal, oblivious to all the discontent in her camp, popped the video disk into the multidrive. To watch one’s enemies die in glorious color and surround sound was surely one of the greatest advantages of technology. Several video windows opened on the screen. Each one represented the view from one of the hemisphere’s cameras.

Opal watched delightedly as Holly and Artemis were driven into the river by a pack of slobbering trolls. She oohed and aahed as they took refuge on the tiny island of corpses. Her tiny heart beat faster as they scaled the temple scaffolding. She was about to instruct Mervall to fetch her some chocolate truffles from the booty box to go with the movie, when the cameras blacked out.

‘Mervall,“ she squealed, wringing her delicate fingers. ”Descant! Get in here.“

The Brill brothers rushed into the lounge, handguns drawn.

‘Yes, Miss Koboi?“ said Scant, laying the shaped charges down on a fur-covered lounger.

Opal covered her face. “Don’t look at me!” she ordered.

Scant lowered his eyes. “Sorry. No eye contact. I forgot.”

‘And stop thinking that.“

‘Yes, Miss Koboi. Sorry, Miss Koboi.“ Scant had no idea what he was supposed to be thinking, so he tried to blank out everything.

Opal crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her forearms until both brothers were bowed before her.

‘Something has gone wrong,“ she said, her voice trembling slightly. ”Our Temple of Artemis cameras seem to have malfunctioned.“

Merv backed the footage up to the last image.

In it the trolls were advancing on Artemis and Holly across the temple roof.

‘It looks like they were done for anyway, Miss Koboi.“

‘Yep,“ agreed Scant. ”No way out of that one.“

Opal cleared her throat. “Firstly, yep is not a word, and I will not be spoken to in slang. New rule. Secondly, I assumed that Artemis Fowl was dead once before, and I spent a year in a coma as a result. We must proceed as though Fowl and Short have survived and are on our trail.“

‘With respect, Miss Koboi,“ said Merv, directing the words at his own toes. ”This is a stealth shuttle; we didn’t leave a trail.“

‘Moron,“ said Opal casually. ”Our trail is on every television screen aboveground, and doubtless below it. Even if Artemis Fowl were not a genius, he would guess that I am behind the Zito probe.

We need to plant the final charge now. How deep is the probe?“

Scant consulted a computer readout. “One hundred miles. We have ninety minutes to go to the optimum blast point.”

Opal paced the deck for a few moments. “We have not picked up any communication with Police Plaza, so if they are alive they are alone.

Best not to risk it. We will plant the charge now and guard it. Descant, check the casings again.

Mervall, run a system’s check on the shuttle.

I don’t want a single ion escaping through the hull.“

The pixie twins stepped backward, bowing as they went. They would do as they were told, but surely the boss was being a bit paranoid.

‘I heard that thought,“ screeched Opal. ”I am not paranoid!“

Merv stepped behind a steel partition to shield his brain waves. Had Miss Koboi really intercepted the thought? Or was it just the paranoia again? After all, paranoid people usually believe that everyone thinks they are paranoid.

Merv poked his head out from behind the partition and beamed a thought at Opal, just to be sure.

Holly Short is prettier than you, he thought as loudly as he could. A treasonous thought, to be sure. One Opal could hardly fail to pick up on if she could indeed read minds.

Opal stared at him. “Mervall?”

‘Yes, Miss Koboi?“

‘You’re looking directly at me. That’s very bad for my skin.“

‘Sorry, Miss Koboi,“ said Merv, averting his eyes. His eyes happened to glance through the cockpit windshield, toward the mouth of the chute.

He was just in time to see an LEP shuttle rise through the holographic rock outcrop that covered the shuttlebay door. “Em, Miss Koboi, we have a problem.” He pointed out the windshield.

The shuttle had risen to thirty feet and was hovering above the Italian landscape, obviously searching for something.

‘They’ve found us,“ said Opal in a horrified whisper. Then she quelled her panic, quickly analyzing the situation.

‘That is a transport shuttle, not a pursuit vehicle,“ she noted, walking quickly into the cockpit, closely followed by the twins. ”We must assume that Artemis Fowl and Captain Short are aboard. They have no weapons and only basic scanners. In this poor light we are virtually invisible to the naked eye. They are blind.“

‘Should we blast them from the skies?“ asked the younger Brill brother eagerly. At last some of the action he had been promised.

‘No,“ replied Opal. ”A plasma burst would give our position to human and fairy police satellites. We go silent. Turn off everything.

Even life support. I don’t know how they got this close, but the only way they’re going to find out our exact location is to run into us. And if that happens, their sad little shuttle will crumple like cardboard.“

The Brills obeyed promptly, switching off all of the shuttle’s systems.

‘Good,“ whispered Opal, placing a slim finger over her lips. They watched the shuttle for several minutes until Opal decided to break the silence.

‘Whoever is passing wind, please stop it, or I will devise a fitting punishment.“

‘It wasn’t me,“ mouthed the Brill brothers simultaneously. Neither was anxious to find out what the fitting punishment for passing wind was.

 

E7, Ten Minutes Earlier

Holly eased the LEP shuttle through a particularly tricky secondary shaft and into E7. Almost immediately two red lights began pulsing on the console.

‘The clock is ticking,“ she announced. ”We just triggered two of Foaly’s sensors. They’re going to put the shuttle together with the probe and come running.“

‘How long?“ asked Artemis.

Holly calculated in her head. “If they come supersonic in the attack shuttle, less than half an hour.”

‘Perfect,“ said Artemis, pleased.

‘I’m glad you think so,“ moaned Mulch.

‘Supersonic LEP officers are never a welcome sight among burglars. As a general rule we prefer our police officers subsonic.“

Holly clamped the shuttle to a rocky outcrop on the chute wall. “Are you backing out, Mulch?

Or is just the usual moaning?“

The dwarf rotated his jaw, warming it up for the work ahead. “I think I’m entitled to a little moan. Why do these plans always involve me putting myself in harm’s way, while you three get to wait it out in the shuttle?“

Artemis handed him a cooler sack from the galley. “Because you are the only one who can do this, Mulch. You alone can foil Koboi’s plan.”

Mulch was not impressed. “I’m not impressed,” he said. “I’d better get a medal for this. Real gold, too. No more gold-plated computer disks.”

Holly hustled him to the starboard hatch.

‘Mulch, if they don’t lock me in prison for the rest of my life, I will start the campaign to give you the biggest medal in the LEP cabinet.“

‘And amnesty for any past and future crimes?“

Holly opened the hatch. “Past, maybe. Future, not a chance. But no guarantees. I’m not exactly flavor of the month at Police Plaza.”

Mulch tucked the sack inside his shirt.

‘Okay. Possible big medal and probable amnesty. I’ll take it.“ He put one foot outside onto the flat surface of the rock.

Tunnel wind sucked at his leg, threatening to tumble him into the abyss. “We meet back here in twenty minutes.”

Artemis handed the dwarf a small walkie-talkie from the LEP locker. “Remember the plan,” shouted Artemis over the roar of the wind.

‘Don’t forget to leave the communicator. Only steal what you are supposed to. Nothing else.“

‘Nothing else,“ echoed Mulch, looking none too pleased. After all, who knew what valuables Opal may have lying about up there. ”Unless something really jumps out at me.“

‘Nothing,“ insisted Artemis. ”Now, are you sure you can get in?“

Mulch’s grin revealed rows of rectangular teeth. “I can get in. You just make sure their power is off and they’re looking the other way.”

Butler hefted the bag of tricks that he had brought with him from Fowl Manor. “Don’t worry, Mulch. They’ll be looking the other way. I guarantee it.”

 

Police Plaza, The Lower Elements

All the brass were in the Operations Room, watching live television updates on the probe’s progress when Foaly burst in.

‘We need to talk,“ blur............