Artemis Fowl: Held Captive

Chapter 9: We are Fouls

Chapter 9: We are Fouls

Artemis's eyes opened for probably the fifth time. He had been up and down all night, not able to stay asleep for longer than a couple hours, though usually less.

He turned over and they the blankets off of him, sitting on the edge of his bed rubbing his eyes and groaning.

He looked over at the alarm clock. He decided to give up on sleep for the time being.

Artemis rose from this bed and made his way to the washroom to wash his face and comb back his messed hair.

He rubbed his hands under the running water of the washroom tap, scrubbing his face above the sink. He turned off the running water and wiped his face with a towel.

He took his comb off the counter and ran it through his raven hair until it was neat and then set it back down, exiting the room.

He dressed himself in a black suit and tie, sliding on his shined shoes to complete. Presentation was everything, and usually people took a man more seriously when he was dressed in such attire.

Artemis was only twenty six, and looked slightly younger, and for any other young adult it could at times be difficult to make people consider you. Artemis, though, had much training in this field, and had been making people listen to him since he could remember. It wasn't always easy to get your point across, but Artemis never failed to do so.

He remembered this quite well when he was eighteen and had first phoned in for the FBI to report Redalion. They thought he was a 'stupid teenager pulling one over' but in fact Artemis had given them the most valuable information they had ever received on the man.

Artemis opened up his bedside table drawer, taking out his medication. Better safe than sorry.

He took a glass of water from the water cooler. Tonight, Artemis thought, as he popped the lid on his bottle of medication. Tonight.

He swallowed a pill with a mouthful of water and then finished off the rest of the glass.

Artemis sat down on the edge of his bed and tried his best to relax a little. He hadn't gotten much sleep, anticipating the event to take place, so he thought that a little later he may try to sleep a bit more.

At the moment it was eight thirty and Artemis was stressed. Stressed and hungry. Very hungry.

There was a complimentary breakfast downstairs but it wasn't quite the quality he was used to.

I suppose second rate will have to do, he thought. It's not as if I'm eating much anyways.

Artemis Fowl The Second opened his room door and closed it, making his way to the elevator which took him down to the main floor. The metallic doors opened to the lobby and Artemis made his way over to the doors that separated the main room from the restaurant.

A high definition television hung in each corner, displaying the morning news. The room was buzzing with activity.

Artemis sat down at one of the tables, taking a menu from the centre of the table and flipping through the pages.

"What may I get you?" A waitress asked in Japanese.

"Just a coffee for now, if you will." Artemis replied.

The waitress hurried off to place the order and take others from more customers.

Exasperated with the menu, Artemis sighed and put it back. He would find something or other to eat between now and midnight.