Chapter 2: Spin

            It had been two years since the idea was raised, and now, after months and months of planning the day had finally come. Spin however began to realize this after they had sent the response to the want ad Artemis had put out on the web, and it was then when she became nervous. Spin was like that though, although she could see plans into the future watching them actually happening and working she was new at it. There she sat in her little red car unable to move, her fear of the unknown set it like a fog moistening a wooden bridge, it hung around her and made her increasingly unable to breath. She grabbed her phone and called her second in command.
 

“Gig, I need a twenty on the target again, just tell me everything is going accordingly.” The young man sighed on the other end.
 

“Yes, operation Hunter’s Trap is in full swing.” Spin began to nod and shiver; her blond hair began to fall out of her hair net.
 

“Kay,” she said slightly breathless.
 

“You’ll do fine; after all it’s your plan if I’m not mistaken?” Spin stopped nodding and regained composure. “Just remember who you are, you’re Spin, and you answer to no one in this life.” After a final breath, Spin smiled evilly.
 

“Correct,” she said coolly. “Thank you Gig I’m leaving right now.”
 

            She put down the cell phone, put on the black wig and turned the key. She let the engine roar for a moment, the power in her hands was stimulating, and finally she turned on the radio unable to drive without it. It was then she began to grip the wheel tighter. In reality Spin’s hair was blond with dark roots that matched her eyebrows. Her skin was typical of Arizonans, a tan that was more gold than brown, and finally her eyes which were the color of the sky before a monsoon, dark blue almost black. She had a long face and a short but strong, blocky build. If you were to meet Spin on the street you would probably look the other way. She had the tendency to gaze straight into a person’s eyes, or when she wasn’t doing that she was looking straight ahead. If you however were unlucky enough to assume this gaze mean she wasn’t looking at you as she passed your classroom, think again, she was always watching.
 

            Spin parked behind the Barns & Nobel. Desert Ridge was basically an outdoor mall shaped like a long aisle with plenty of ways in and out, a nightmare for a security guard. The mall had smaller stores surrounding this center aisle. The Barns and Nobel was in the center and on all four sides there were exits and entrances. Spin had positioned herself near an emergency door on the south east side of the store. She adjusted the wig so it looked as natural as possible, and took out some duck tape and pulled back her eyes to make her eyelids appear Asian. Then she began the makeup, Spin didn’t often do her makeup in her car, but then again few people planed on kidnapping Artemis Fowl either.
 

Some other stories by Spin:

• Artemis Fowl: An Extended story