- •It is up to me, Artemis realized. To rebuild our fortune and find Father.
- •Vinyaya’s pupils contracted in the light from the projectors. “This is all very pretty, Fowl, but we still don’t know the point of this meeting.”
- •I am losing my composure, he thought with quiet desperation. This disease is winning.
- •Vinyaya drummed the table with her fingers. “No more delays, human. I am beginning to suspect that you have involved us in one of your notorious plans.”
- •Vinyaya interrupted the science lovefest. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight: you shoot these wafers into the clouds and then they come down with the snow?”
- •Vinyaya laughed humorlessly. “Less than forthcoming? I think you’re being a little gentle on yourself, for a kidnapper and extortionist, Artemis. Less than forthcoming?
- •It seemed as though the Icelandic elements held their breath for Artemis’s demonstration. The dull air was cut with a haze that hung in sheets like rows of laundered gauze.
- •Vinyaya snapped her fingers. “Quiet, children. Contain your natural disruptive urges. I am most eager to see these nano-wafers in action before taking a shuttle closer to the warm core of our planet.”
- •Immediately, Holly mounted the crate and apparently punched it into sections.
- •Vinyaya scowled, and her annoyance seemed to ripple the air like a heatwave.
- •Vinyaya paused on her way to the shuttle gangway. She turned, a sheaf of steel hair escaping her hood. “Death? What’s he talking about?”
- •I can’t reach him from this rooftop. Artemis is going to die, and there’s nothing I can do but watch.
- •I’m coming, Juliet, he thought, squeezing the steering wheel as though it were a threat to his little sister somehow. I’m on my way.
- •In trouble, Domovoi. Come alone.
- •It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, little sister.
- •If I have to wear a mask, Juliet had reasoned, it might as well be good for my skin.
- •I think we’re going to make it, he thought in a rare moment of optimism.
- •It doesn’t matter, he realized. We could both be dead long before that happens.
- •I care. Desperate situations call for desperate solutions.
- •I am still healing. I shouldn’t be moving. Gods know what damage I will do myself.
- •It’s almost comical. Almost.
- •I need to breach the line unnoticed. Their default sensor is heat. I’ll give them a little heat to think about.
- •I don’t care what Foaly says. If one of those red-eyed monsters comes anywhere near me, I’m going to find out what a plasma grenade does to its innards.
- •I’m a tree, thought Holly, without much conviction. A little tree.
- •It occurred to her that the flares were lasting well, and she really should congratulate Foaly on the new models, at which point they inevitably began to wink out.
- •I think.” a sudden idea cut through her confusion. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
- •I hope nothing breaks; I have no magic left to fix it.
- •I hate the cold. I really hate it.
- •I would prefer to be with Mulch Diggums.
- •It took Foaly a moment to realize what was happening, but then he too was jubilant.
- •I made them, thought Artemis. I should know.
- •I know that smell, Butler realized, holding on grimly. Dwarf.
- •It was the helmet Butler was after, not the meaty noggin inside.
- •It took mere moments for Mulch to get control of the flight systems and drop the gyro down to scoop up Juliet.
- •Vatnajokull; Now
- •It was true: the increased density seemed to have no effect on the probe’s laser cutters.
- •It went against Holly’s instincts to run. “I feel like we’re deserting those people down there.”
- •It was a tough choice, but there was no time to agonize over it. She felt for a squat metal cylinder in one of the rings on her belt and pulled it out.
- •It’s not actually blurry. My eyesight’s fading.
- •It will be nice for the captain to have friends around him in a time of crisis, he reasoned.
- •If he ever shows the smallest sign of disloyalty, I will have to put him down like a dog. No hesitation.
- •Vishby wanted to be terrified, to take some radical action, but the rune on his neck forbade any emotion stronger than mild anxiety. “Please, Turnball, Captain. I thought we were friends.”
- •It is important because I set it as my ring tone for Mother. She is calling me.
- •If you even think the phrase goodly beast, I am going to kick you straight in the teeth.”
- •I am fifteen now; time to behave maturely.
- •I believed that my own baby sister was in danger. Artemis, how could you?
- •I will not be beaten by this so soon.
- •I can never go back to The Sozzled Parrot again, he realized. And they served great curry. Real meat too.
- •If someone else had said this, it might be considered a joke to lift the atmosphere, but from the mouth of Artemis Fowl it was a simple statement of fact.
- •Venice, Italy; Now
- •It won’t be long now before I am counting my words again.
- •If I get out of this, I will start thinking about girls like a normal fifteen-year-old.
- •I manage to survive a giant squid attack, and now I’m worried about hissing fours. Great.
- •I’ll just fix Artemis quickly. Maybe lie down for a minute, then get back to work.
- •If any of them act up, then use the shocker feature at your own discretion, Turnball had said. And if they try to shoot their way out, make sure we get that on video so we can have a good laugh later.
- •If Butler had been equipped with laser eyeballs, Bobb Ragby would have had holes bored right through his skull.
- •I could undo the spell, he thought. But it would be delicate work to avoid brain damage, and there would definitely be sparks.
- •I am not in pain, thought Artemis. They must have given me something.
- •I can’t even remember normal, thought Butler.
It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, little sister.
Juliet did not seem to be in any immediate danger; in fact, she appeared to be relishing the crowd’s attention, raising her arms for more applause and whipping the jade ring on her ponytail around in figures of eight. The crowd loved her too. Several young men waved banners bearing Juliet’s image, and a few were bold enough to shower her with confetti hearts. Butler frowned. He would definitely be keeping an eye on those particular young gentlemen.
Butler allowed himself to relax a little, a loosening of the fingers, which perhaps five people in the world would have noticed. He was still on high alert, but could admit to himself now that his darkest fear had always been that he would arrive too late.
Juliet is alive. And healthy. Whatever the problem is, we can solve it between us.
He decided then that the most prudent course of action would be to observe from this vantage point. He had a clear view of the wrestling ring, and, if necessary, he could be by his sister’s side in seconds.
The opening match was started by an old-fashioned ringside bell, and Juliet leaped high, landing catlike on the top rope.
“Princesa! Princesa!” chanted the audience.
A favorite with the crowd, thought Butler. Of course she is.
Juliet’s opponent was obviously the villain of the piece. A humongous woman with buzz-cut bleached hair and a costume of bloodred Lycra.
“Boo!” called the crowd.
Like most wrestlers on the luchador circuit, the huge newcomer wore a mask that covered her eyes and nose and was tied at the back with some nasty-looking barbed wire, which Butler suspected was actually plastic.
Juliet seemed like a doll in comparison, apparently outmatched. A little of the cockiness drained from her masked face, and she appealed to her corner for assistance, but was met with shrugged shoulders from a stereotypical flat-capped trainer who could have been recruited from the set of a wrestling movie. This match is all scripted, Butler realized. There’s no danger here.
He pulled a chair up to the screen and settled to watch his sister.
The first round was gentle enough on Butler’s nerves. Then, in the second round, Juliet strayed a little close to her opponent and was pounced on with surprising speed.
“Oooh,” cried most of the crowd. “Snap her in two, Samsonetta!” called a few less charitable observers.
Samsonetta, thought Butler. It suits her.
He was not worried at this point. There were at least a dozen ways for Juliet to break Samsonetta’s hold, as far as he could see. Most she could do without even using her hands. One would be theoretically possible by combining a fake sneeze with a sudden drop.
Butler started to worry when he noticed a dozen men in trench coats sidling along the far wall toward the ring.
Trench coats? In Cancun? Why would anyone wear a trench coat in Mexico unless they were concealing something?
The picture was too grainy for Butler to garner much detail, but there was something about these guys and the way they moved. Purposeful, devious, sticking to the shadows.
I’ve got time, Butler reasoned, already putting together his plan. This could be nothing, but it could be everything. I can’t take chances with Juliet’s life at stake.
He glanced around the dressing room to see if there was anything he could use as a weapon. No such luck. All he could find were a couple of chairs, plenty of glitter and mascara, and a barrel of old costumes.
I won’t be needing the glitter or mascara, thought Butler, reaching into the costume barrel.
Juliet Butler was feeling a little claustrophobic in the arms of her opponent.
“Come on, Sam,” she hissed. “You’re suffocating me.”
Samsonetta stamped flat-footed on the canvas, sending hollow booms bouncing around the auditorium, while at the same time making a show of squeezing Juliet’s neck.
“That’s the idea, Jules,” she whispered, her Stockholm accent stretching the vowels. “I whip up the crowd, remember? And then you take me down.”
Juliet turned her face to the three-thousand-strong crowd, delivering a dramatic howl of pain.
“Kill her!” screamed the nice ones.
“Kill her and then snap her in two!” screamed the not-so-nice ones.
“Kill her, snap her in two, and stamp on the pieces!” howled the downright nasty audience members, usually easily identifiable by the violent slogans on their T-shirts, and the drooling.
“Careful, Sam. You’re moving my mask.”
“And such a pretty mask too.”
Juliet’s entire outfit was pretty enough to make her a crowd favorite. A jade skintight leotard, and a small eye mask, which was actually a gel-pack covered with glitter.