Artemis Fowl_ The Arctic Incident - Eoin Colfer [13]
‘Is that all?’
Butler nodded. ‘Just the man and the sign. That’s it.’
‘Zdrazdvuy, syn,’ muttered Artemis, his accent flawless. Since his father’s disappearance he had been teaching himself the language.
‘Should I translate for you?’ asked Butler, also a Russian speaker. He had picked it up during a five-year stint with an espionage unit in the late eighties. His accent, however, was not quite so sophisticated as his young employer’s.
‘No, I know what it means,’ replied Artemis. ‘Zdrazdvuy, syn: Hello, son.’
Butler pulled the Bentley on to the dual carriageway. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Eventually Butler had to ask.
‘Do you think it’s him, Artemis? Could that man be your father?’
Artemis rewound the MPEG, freezing it on the mysterious man’s face. He touched the display, sending rainbow distortions across the screen.
‘I think so, Butler. But the picture quality is too poor. I can’t be certain.’
Butler understood the emotions battering his young charge. He too had lost someone aboard the Fowl Star. His uncle, the Major, had been assigned to Artemis’s father on that fateful trip. Unfortunately, the Major’s body had turned up in the Tchersky morgue.
Artemis regained his composure. ‘I must pursue this, Butler.’
‘You know what’s coming next, of course?’
‘Yes. A ransom demand. This is merely the teaser, to get my attention. I need to cash in some of the People’s gold. Contact Lars in Zurich immediately.’
Butler accelerated into the fast lane.
‘Master Artemis, I have had some experience in these matters.’
Artemis did not interrupt. Butler’s career before his current charge’s birth had been varied to say the least.
‘The pattern with kidnappers is to eliminate all witnesses. Then they will generally try to eliminate each other to avoid splitting the ransom.’
‘Your point being?’
‘My point being that paying a ransom in no way guarantees your father’s safety. If indeed that man is your father. It is quite possible that the kidnappers will take your money and then kill all of us.’
Artemis studied the screen. ‘You’re right, of course. I will have to devise a plan.’
Butler swallowed. He remembered the last plan. It had almost got them both killed, and could have plunged the planet into a cross-species war. Butler was a man who didn’t scare easily, but the spark in Artemis Fowl’s eyes was enough to send a shiver crackling down his spine.
CHUTE TERMINAL EI: TARA, IRELAND
Captain Holly Short had decided to work a double shift and proceed directly to the surface. She paused only for a nutri-bar and energy shake before hopping on the first shuttle to the terminal at Tara.
One of Tara’s officials was not making her journey any easier. The head of security was annoyed that Captain Short had not only put all chute traffic on hold to take a priority pod from E1, but had then proceeded to commandeer an entire shuttle for the return journey.
‘Why don’t you check your system again?’ said Holly, through gritted teeth. ‘I’m sure the authorization from Police Plaza has arrived by now.’
The truculent gnome consulted his hand-held computer. ‘No, ma’am. I ain’t got nuthin.’
‘Look, Mister ...’
‘Commandant Terryl.’
‘Commandant Terryl. I’m on an important mission here. National security. I need you to keep the arrivals hall completely clear for the next couple of hours.’
Terryl made a great show of almost collapsing. ‘The next coupl’a hours! Are you crazy, girly? I got three shuttles comin’ in from Atlantis. What’m I s’posed to tell ’em? Tour’s off ’cause of some LEP secret shenanigans. This is high season. I can’t just shut things down. No way, no how.’
Holly shrugged. ‘Fine. You just let all your tourists catch sight of the two humans I’m bringing down here. There’ll be a riot. I guarantee it.’
‘Two humans?’ said the head of security. ‘Inside the terminal? Are you nuts?’
Holly was running out of patience, and time. ‘Do you see this?’ she demanded, pointing to the insignia on her helmet. ‘I’m LEP.