Sicarius is Latin for assassin, killer, or something of lethal nature. So describes the next adventure of Artemis Fowl II.
Holly Short rubbed her bleary eyes and glared at the alarm clock beeping on her nightstand. She had only fallen asleep about three hours ago, due to a shortage of officers directing the heavy flow of surface-going fairies. So, she worked three shifts, only leaving around one a.m. Holly suspected some of the officers were partying.
Oh yes. Heads would be rolling today.
The full moon had been closer than it had ever been in over four hundred years, making the magical pull that pulled all fairies to the surface even stronger than usual. Hence, the chaos, mobs, and a lot of traffic. Though all of this was enough to keep most people in for the day, it probably wouldn’t be taken as an excuse to miss work even by a few minutes. So she stumbled out of bed, tripping only once, and threw on her uniform, noting the mysterious bloody smudge on the ankle. She would examine that later when she was firing on all cylinders.
Fifteen minutes later she found herself pushing through the already forming mobs at the shuttle launch area; fairies trying to board for an earlier flight for the next night. Almost every one of them had some sort of complaint, request, or vulgar comment to throw at a uniformed LEP officer. Never did they get any respect. It took her about another five minutes to push through the crowd.
Upon entering the Police Plaza, Lily Frond looked up at her from her desk. She had always annoyed Holly, with her way-to-perfect hair, and her high-above-you-attitude. She never did any real police work, but was considered the poster LEP girl. So, so annoying.
“Captain Short, a holo-call came in for you just after you left work last night. From Argon clinic.” Lily said, handing her a holo-card. Holo-cards, or Holographic Imagery Cards, were small, black cards that projected holographic pictures of the caller an inch above itself. Holly blinked, surprise nudging its way through her fatigue-fogged head.
Holly had not seen Artemis since they submitted him to Argon Clinic to be treated with what Argon said was “Stage Four” Atlantis Complex, which was the worst kind. They would not let her go see him, as apparently familiar fairy faces could incite mental unsteadiness and slow his progress. That was a year ago. Holly missed her human friend, with his witty remarks that could bring her from bright laughter to boiling blood in an instant. He affected her like no one else did. He was a great friend to have around when the world was, say, being blown apart by megalomaniacs. It was always good to have a genius on your side.
Holly accepted the holo-call as all these thoughts ran through her head. She briskly walked to the storage room, nodding slightly at younger cadets who snapped to attention. The storage room was rarely visited, since it only held old weapons no one wanted to get rid of, but really didn’t have a place for. She closed the heavy metal door behind her and leaned against a rickety, dusty aluminum shelf. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the on button and accepted the call.
“This is Dr. Argon of Argon Clinics, calling specifically for Captain Holly Short, an affiliate of the person of who we speak. Artemis James Fowl II has been released back to the surface, with all symptoms of the Atlantis Complex gone. He has tested and is proven to be Complex- free. His I-Q has not been reduced. I thought you might like to know. Quite an extraordinary patient; recovering so fast. I’ve never seen one faster. But, no rambling, I was also supposed to tell you that he has requested a meeting with you and Foaly of the most urgent matter at 9:00 pm tomorrow, there in the Police Plaza. Go to Foaly’s lab. He did some study he simply refused to tell me about while here. Thank you, good-bye.”
Holly sagged against the shelf, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. For a while she thought he wouldn’t recover. She knew Argon was one of the best, probably the best, but rarely did anyone recover from the Atlantis Complex. But Artemis did. Thank Frond, he did. She would see her best friend soon. She paused.
She smiled at that. She had never called him that, but she knew it was true. Who other than a best friend would stand by each other in all that they’d gone through? He was her best friend, she knew that. And she was proud to say it.
She strode out of the storage room confidently, now snapping the younger cadets to attention herself and assigning mundane tasks, feeling ready to tackle the day.
See you soon, Artemis Fowl… Best Friend…Whatever.
Holly scowled. When had she become so sappy?