Artemis Fowl_ The Arctic Incident - Eoin Colfer [35]
‘Then we are to move the package to the drop zone.’
The broad grin disappeared like a fox down a hole.
‘What? Now?’
‘Yes. Now.’
Kamar paced the tiny living room. ‘That is crazy. Completely insane. Fowl cannot be here for a couple of days at the earliest. There’s no need for us to spend two days breathing in that poison. What is the reasoning?’
Mikhael extended the phone. ‘You tell him. I’m sure the Menidzher will appreciate being told he is a madman.’
Kamar sank on to the threadbare sofa, dropping his head into his hands. ‘Will this thing never end?’
His partner fired up their ancient sixteen-megabyte hard drive. ‘I don’t know for certain,’ he said, sending the pre-prepared message. ‘But I do know what will happen if we don’t do what Britva says.’
Kamar sighed. ‘I think I’ll go shout at the prisoner for a while.’
‘Will that help?’
‘It won’t,’ admitted Kamar. ‘But it will make me feel better.’
E93, ARCTIC SHUTTLE PORT
The Arctic Station had never been high on the fairy Bodytextt list. Sure, icebergs and polar bears were pretty, but nothing was worth saturating your lungs with irradiated air for.
Holly docked the shuttle in the only serviceable bay. The terminal itself resembled nothing more than a deserted warehouse. Static conveyer belts snaked along the floor and low-level heating pipes rattled with insect life.
Holly handed out human overcoats and gloves from an ancient locker.
‘Wrap up, Mud Boys. It’s cold outside.’
Artemis did not need to be told. The terminal’s solar batteries had long since shut down, and the ice’s grip had cracked the walls like a nut in a vice.
Holly tossed Butler his coat from a distance. ‘You know something, Butler? You stink!’ she said, laughing.
The manservant growled. ‘You and your radiation gel. I think my skin’s changed colour.’
‘Don’t worry about it. Fifty years and it’ll wash right off.’
Butler buttoned a Cossack greatcoat up to his neck. ‘I don’t know why you’re getting all wrapped up. You’ve got the fancy suits.’
‘The coats are camouflage,’ explained Holly, smearing rad gel on her face and neck. ‘If we shield, the vibration makes the suits useless. Might as well dip your bones in a reactor core. So for tonight only, we’re all humans.’
Artemis frowned. If the fairies couldn’t shield, it would make rescuing his father all the more difficult. His evolving plan would have to be adjusted.
‘Less of the chat,’ growled Root, pulling a bearskin hat over his pointed ears. ‘We move out in five. I want everybody armed and dangerous. Even you, Fowl, if your little wrists can support a weapon.’
Artemis selected a fairy handgun from the shuttle’s arsenal. He jacked the battery into its slot, flicking the setting up to three.
‘Don’t worry about me, Commander. I’ve been practising. We have quite a stash of LEP weaponry at the manor.’
Root’s complexion cranked up one more notch. ‘Well, there’s a big difference between stunning a cardboard cutout and a real person.’
Artemis gave his vampire smile. ‘If everything proceeds according to plan, there will be no need for weapons. The first stage is simplicity itself: we set up a surveillance post near Vassikin’s apartment. When the opportunity arises, Butler will snatch our Russian friend and the five of us can have a little chat. I’m sure that he will tell us everything we need to know under the influence of your mesmer. Then, it will be a simple matter to stun any guards and rescue my father.’
Root pulled a heavy scarf over his mouth. ‘And what if things don’t go according to plan?’
Artemis’s eyes were cold and determined. ‘Then, Commander, we will have to improvise.’
Holly felt a shiver rattle around her stomach. And it had nothing to do with the climate.
*
The terminal was buried twenty metres below an ice pack. They took the courtesy elevator to the surface, and the party emerged into the Arctic night looking for all the world like an adult and three children. Albeit three children with inhuman weaponry clanking under every loose fold of cloth.
Holly