Artemis Fowl was no more. In his place in his mind was Orion Fowl. He was romantic, true, but he was a good-hearted boy. Which is the opposite of what you want to be when you’re trying to kill Opal Koboi in cold blood.
Opal was chained to a wall, following her latest defeat. Holly and Orion stood in front of her, the former egging the latter on. “Just shoot, Orion, get it over with!”
Orion’s hand shook. “But she can’t fight back. This isn’t justified.”
“Are you kidding?!? This is justified a million times over. You’ll be a hero when we get to Haven with her body.”
Orion fainted dead away.
“Oh, what the heck, I should have never let him try,” Holly muttered, picking up the gun. She aimed… and stopped. Why should she kill her like this? Why… she was chained! Orion was right. Orion…
He groaned and sat up.
She knelt next to him. “You’re right, Orion. Sorry. We can’t kill her like this. It’d be stooping to her level. And we don’t want to do that, do we?” She smiled and helped him up. “Ready?”
Holly unchained Opal.
Opal pulled out her gun.
Holly knelt beside her. “Goodbye, Opal. I just might miss you. Saving the world will be really easy without you in the mix.”
“No…” whispered Opal, then her eyes filmed over. Her magic did not come, because she didn’t have any. She hadn’t since she had planted a human pituitary gland in her head.
“So passed a genius gone nutso,” said Orion.
“Thank you. Let’s get her underground.”
“Yes, let’s. And-thank you.”
Hey, Orion! You killed Opal Koboi! How cool is that? R, R & R!