A Dose of Karma

Chapter Three: A Call From Above

Hear ye, hear ye! here's the next chapter for you all! Don't worry, this wont be the only chapter for this week so it's kinda shorter than my Halloween update. I think I'll be updating twice or thrice a week, depending on my sched, that is. But ill do my best to come up with better plots and better convos.

DISCLAIMER: I'm a guy, yes but my name's not Eion Colfer and nor do I own Artemis Fowl for that matter. (I still own their lives here though fufufufu *_*)

Enjoy~

Operations Booth, (UTC) 6:53 P.M.

"Hey, aren't you going to take that?"

Silence.

"Earth to Major Holly Short…"

Sound of tapping hooves.

"Frond and sweartoads! Lili Frond got pregnant!"

A subtle twitch.

The technical genius heaved a frustated whinny and exasperatedly threw his hands up, waving them infront at the elf in question. It had already been more than half an hour ago when the urgent meeting with the Council ended but Holly was still shell schocked and stupefied out of her wits. Foaly slowly counted to ten under his breath and grabbed an abandoned carrot in the corner of his food rack, munching nervously while darting his eyes back and fort at the buzzing communicator and at his elfin friend. The centaur had to admit, Holly had seen far better days and they were mostly all about going topside and chasing bull trolls at best. He eyeballed the look on the Major's face and readilly accepted that this day truly wasn't one of them and could only get a lot worse. A pity, he humourlessly thought.

Minutes ticked by and a very uncomfortable and awkward silence filled the room, much to Foaly's distaste. To witness the LEP's 'loose cannon' stand stock still like a statue is truly an unnerving image, especially when the said elf hasn't moved for over an hour tops. He shuddered before deciding to wake his friend from her happy little world, which the techie doubted was anything but crates of carrots and boxes of beetlejuice. Foaly inhaled and exhaled repeatedly before booming, "Snap out of it, Short!" while some centaur spit and carrot bits flew from his mouth, mercifully missing the elf by a couple of inches. Sadly, the extents of the earlier outburst only made the Major jerk and drop the still ringing device she was clutching on for dear life. He looked expectantly at Holly, only half surprised to see her completely out of it, ignoring the fallen contraption that started flashing an urgent angry shade of red. The centaur having noticed this, gingerly took it from where it lay on the plasma floor and checked curiously as to whom was calling in the middle of Holly's mental episode.

Frond help whoever's calling, she doesn't look like she's available at the moment, Foaly thought and at the same time stealing a concerned glance at the Major's form. The unmoving statue that is Holly, still looked wide eyed and the centaur couldn't suppress feeling crept out, giving an involuntary jitter and a lazy whip of his horse tail. He turned back his attention to the communicator and tapped the answer button, leveled the device to his ears and listened intently. Before the person on the other line could utter another word, Foaly blabbered before the centaur himself even thought about it.

"Butler! So good to hear from you big man. How's the mud boy doing? I bet he's up to no good, especially after wasting millions on that Ice Cube the other year. Actually, I have some ingenious ideas for a-"

He was crudely cut off by something the manservant had said and gasped, momentarily choking on his half-eaten carrot only pausing to hack up his lungs for air. He took huge gulps, briefly hyperventilated and yelled at the whisper sensitive com device. "Artemis is what?!"