and then piggyback spy cams on the local systems. She had even billed the LEP for the surveillance equipment.
Foaly pushed a few buttons experimentally. No response. Not that he’d expected any. Doubtless, Opal Koboi had everything wired, down to the last fibre optic. Perhaps she was watching him at this very moment. He could just imagine her. Coiled up on a Koboi Hoverboy™ giggling at the plasma screen.
His greatest rival, gloating over his destruction.
Foaly growled. She may have caught him off guard once, but it wouldn’t happen again. He would not go to pieces for Opal Koboi’s entertainment. .
Then again, maybe he would.
The centaur cradled his head between his hands, the picture of a beaten fairy, and began to heave theatrical sobs. He peeped out between his fingers. . Now, if I were a button camera, where would I hide? Somewhere the sweeper wouldn’t check. Foaly glanced at the bug sweeper, a small, complex-looking mass of cables and chips attached to the roof. The only place the sweeper didn’t check was inside the sweeper itself. .
So now he knew Opal’s vantage point, for all the good it did him. If the camera was piggybacking inside the sweeper, there would be a small blindspot directly below the unit’s titanium casing, but the pixie could still see everything of importance. He was still locked out of the computer and locked in the Operations’ booth.
He began to scan the booth. What had come in since the last batch of Koboi upgrades? There must be some untainted equipment. .
But there was nothing except junk. A roll of fibre-optic cable. A few conductor clips and a few tools. Nothing useful. Then something winked at him from beneath a workstation. A green light.
Foaly’s heart jumped ten beats per minute. He knew instantly what it was. Artemis Fowl’s laptop computer. Complete with modem and e-mail capability. He willed himself to maintain calm. Opal Koboi couldn’t possibly have bugged it. The device had only come in hours ago. He hadn’t even got around to dismantling it yet.
The centaur clopped across to his toolbox and, in a fit of frustration, dumped the contents on to the plasma tiles. He was not so frustrated that he forgot to snag some cable and snips. The next step in his faked breakdown was to flop on to the worktop, sobbing uncontrollably. Naturally he had to flop over the precise spot where Holly had left the laptop. With a casual kick, Foaly slid the computer into the space where the sweeper’s blindspot should be. He then threw himself on to the floor, kicking his legs in a furious tantrum. From the button camera, Opal shouldn’t be able to see more than his thrashing legs.
So far so good. Foaly popped the laptop’s lid, quickly shutting off the speakers. Humans would insist on their machines beeping at the most inopportune moments. He allowed one hand to drag across the keyboard and moments later he was in the e-mail program.
Now for the problem. Wireless Internet access is one thing, but access from the centre of the Earth is quite another. Cradling his head in the crook of one arm, Foaly jimmied one end of a fibre-optic cable into a scope uplink port.
The scopes were shrouded trackers concealed on American communications satellites. Now he had an aerial. Let’s hope Mud Boy was switched on.
Opal Koboi had never had so much fun. The underworld was literally her plaything. She stretched on her Koboi Hoverboy like a contented cat, eyes devouring the chaos on the plasma monitors. The LEP had no chance. It was only a matter of time before the B’wa Kell gained access to Police Plaza, then the city was theirs. Next came Atlantis, then the human world.
Opal floated between screens, soaking up every detail. In the city, goblins flowed from every centimetre of darkness, armed and thirsty for blood.
Softnose slugs ripped chunks from historical edifices. Ordinary fairies barricaded themselves in their houses, praying that the marauding gangs would pass them by. Businesses were looted and torched. Not too much torching, she hoped. Opal Koboi had no desire to be queen of a war zone.
A com screen opened on the main display. It was Cudgeon on their secure line. And he actually seemed happy. The cold happiness of revenge.
‘Briar,’ squealed Opal. ‘This is wonderful. I wish you were here to see it.’
‘Soon. I must remain with my troops. After all, because I was the one who unearthed Foaly’s treachery, the Council has reinstated me as commander. How is our prisoner?’
Opal glanced at the Foaly screen. ‘Disappointing, frankly. I expected some plotting. An escape attempt, at least. But all he does is mope about and throw the odd tantrum.’
Cudgeon’s smile widened. ‘Suicidal, I expect. In fact, I’m certain of it.’
Then the recently promoted commander was all business again. ‘What of the LEP? Any unexpected brainwaves?’
‘No. Exactly as you predicted. They are cowering in Police Plaza like tortoises in their shells. Shall I shut off local communications?’
Cudgeon shook his head. ‘No. They broadcast their every move on their so-called secure channels. Keep them open. Just in case.’
Opal Koboi hovered closer to the screen. ‘Tell me again, Briar. Tell me about the future.’
For a moment, annoyance flashed across Cudgeon’s face. But today, of all days, his good humour could not be suppressed for long.
‘The Council has been told that Foaly has orchestrated the sabotage from his locked Operations’ booth. But you shall miraculously override the centaur’s program and return control of Police Plaza’s DNA cannons to the
LEP. Those ridiculous goblins shall be overrun. I shall be the hero of the resistance, and you shall be my princess. Every military contract for the next five hundred years shall belong to Koboi Laboratories.’
Opal’s breath caught in her throat. ‘And then?’ ‘And then, together we will rid the Earth of these tiresome Mud People. That, my dear, is the future.’
Artemis’s phone rang. Something even he hadn’t anticipated. He stripped off a glove with his teeth, tearing the mobile phone from its Velcro strip.
‘Text message,’ he said, navigating through the mobile phone’s menu.
‘No one has this number except Butler.’
Holly folded her arms. ‘Obviously someone has.’
Artemis ignored her tone. ‘It must be Foaly. He’s been monitoring my wireless communications for months. Either he’s using my computer, or he’s found a way to unify our platforms.’
‘I see,’ said Butler and Root together. Two big lies.
Holly was unimpressed by all the jargon. ‘So what does it say?’
Artemis tapped the tiny screen. ‘See for yourself.’
Captain Short took the mobile phone, scrolling through the message and reading it aloud. Her face grew longer with each line. .
CMNDR ROOT. TRBLE BELOW. HAVN OVERRN BY GOBLNS. PLICE PLAZA SRROUNDED. CUDGEON + OPL KBOI BHND PLOT. NO WPONS OR CMMUNICATIONS. DNA CNONS CNTRLLED BY KBOI. I M TRPPED IN OP BTH. CNCLTHNKS IM 2 BLM. IF ALIVE PLSE HLP. IF NOT, WRNG NMBR.
Holly swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. ‘This is not good.’
The commander jumped to his feet, grabbing the mobile phone to read the message for himself.
‘No,’ he declared moments later. ‘It certainly isn’t. Cudgeon! All the time it was Cudgeon. Why didn’t I see it? Can we get a message to Foaly?’
Artemis considered it. ‘No. There’s no network here. I’m surprised we could even receive.’
‘Couldn’t you rig it somehow?’
‘Certainly. Just give me six months, some specialized equipment and three kilometres of steel girder.’
Holly snorted. ‘Some criminal mastermind you turned out to be.’
