Artemis Fowl_ The Arctic Incident - Eoin Colfer [72]
Artemis nodded. Not ready for words.
‘Those goblins are dumb. Did you see the look on his face?’
Artemis shook his head. Still not ready.
‘Do you want to go look?’
The tactless humour snapped Artemis out of his daze. ‘That goblin. I doubt he was on his own.’
Mulch buttoned up his bum-flap. ‘Nope. A whole squadron of ‘em just went past. This guy must have been trying to avoid the action. Typical goblin.’
Artemis rubbed his temples. There must be something he could do to help his friends. He had the highest tested IQ in Europe, for heaven’s sake.
‘Mulch, I have an important question for you.’
‘I suppose I owe you one, for saving my hide.’
Artemis draped an arm around the dwarf’s shoulder. ‘I know how you got into Koboi Labs. But you couldn’t go back that way, the flare would get you. So, how did you get out?’
Mulch grinned. ‘Simple. I activated the alarm, then left in the LEP uniform I came in.’
Artemis scowled. ‘No use, there must be another way. There has to be.’
The DNA cannons were obviously out of commission. Root was just starting to feel optimistic when he heard the thunder of approaching boots.
‘D’Arvit. Rumbled. You two keep going. I’ll hold them here as long as I can.’
‘No, Commander,’ said Butler. ‘With respect, we only have one weapon, and I can hit a lot more with it than you. I’ll take them coming around the corner. You try to get the door open.’
Holly opened her mouth to argue. But who was going to argue with a man that size?
‘OK. Good luck. If you’re wounded, lie as still as you can until I get back. Four minutes, remember.’
Butler nodded. ‘I remember.’
‘And, Butler?’
‘Yes, Captain?’
‘That little misunderstanding last year. When you and Artemis kidnapped me.’
Butler gazed at the ceiling. He would have stared at his shoes, but Holly was in the way. ‘Yes, that. I’ve been meaning to talk to…’
‘Just forget it. After this, all square.’
‘Holly, move it out,’ ordered Root. ‘Butler, don’t let them get too close.’
Butler wrapped his fingers around the gun’s moulded grip. He looked like an armed bear. ‘They better not. For their sake.’
Artemis climbed up on a hover trolley, tapping one of the overhead conduits that ran the length of the corridor.
‘This pipe appears to run along the entire ceiling structure. What is it, a ventilation system?’
Mulch snorted. ‘I wish. It’s the plasma supply for the DNA cannons.’
‘So why didn’t you come in this way?’
‘Oh, a little matter of there being enough charge in every drop of plasma to fry a troll.’
Artemis placed his palm against the metal. ‘What if the cannons weren’t operational?’
‘Once the cannons are deactivated, the plasma is just so much radioactive slop.’
‘Radioactive?’
Mulch tugged at his beard thoughtfully. ‘Actually, Julius reckons the cannons have been turned off.’
‘Any way to be certain?’
‘We could open this unopenable panel.’ Mulch ran his fingers along the curved surface. ‘Ahh, see here. A micro-keyhole. To service the cannons. Even plasma needs recharging.’ He pointed to a tiny hole in the metal. It could have been a speck of dirt. ‘Now, observe a master at work.’
The dwarf fed one of his chin hairs into the hole. When the tip reappeared, Mulch plucked the hair out by the root. The hair died as soon as Mulch plucked it, stiffening in rigor mortis and retaining the precise shape of the lock’s interior.
Mulch held his breath, twisting the makeshift key. The hatch dropped open.
‘That, my boy, is talent.’
Inside the pipe, an orange jelly pulsed gently. Occasional sparks roiled in its depths. The plasma was too dense even to spill from the hatch, and hung on to its cylindrical shape.
Mulch squinted through the wobbling gel. ‘Deactivated all right. If that stuff were live, our faces would be getting a nice tan about now.’
‘What about those sparks?’
‘Residual charge. They’d give you a bit of a tingle, but nothing serious.’
Artemis nodded. ‘Right,’ he said, strapping on the helmet.
Mulch blanched. ‘You are not serious, Mud Whelp? Do you have any idea what