Sorry 'bout the wait. I was busy. Thanks for all the reviews (four already!) they really help motivate me! Sorry about the shortness of this chapter I couldn't think of much to do. The next one will be longer! Also let me know of any ideas you have for the story, suggustions are always welcome! Also I do not own Artemis Fowl. Eoin Colfer does... sooo dont sue me!

Chapter Three:

Old Enemies

“Well Foaly??” Holly demanded “Who was it?”

“Spiro Industry's.”

Holly sighed “Not again.” she grumbled to herself softly so that only Trouble who was standing next to her could hear her. “Have Sage bring Fowl down immediately.” she ordered Foaly who nodded and turned back to the screen. Flicking back on the mike he told Sage “Get Artemis down here now.”

Fowl Manor, Ireland

Sage nodded “Roger that.” she replied before turning back to the mudmaid. “Alright we need to get down to Haven. Normally I'd explain whats going on but I don't know either.” Elizabeth/Artemis frowned. “I'm not going anywhere without information on why your here.”

Sage sighed. She normally would explain but no time today. Layering her voice with the tones of mesmer she told the mudmaid “Pick up the laptop and follow me.”

Surprisingly the mudmaid resisted clenching her fists. Frowning Sage tried again layering her voice more this time and repeated the command. This time Elizabeth/Artemis stiffly walked over to the laptop picked it up and stopped as if waiting for something.

Sage drew a breath of relief. It was better for everyone that the mudmaid hadn't disobeyed longer. Turning she said “Come on.” then putting her helmet back on headed out of the house.

Ops, Police Plaza, Haven:

“Do you know how they did it?” Holly demanded glaring at the screen as if it were all the technology's fault.

“I'm guessing they managed to study the C-Cube well enough to make another one.”

Holly swore “Get me all the data on Spiro Industry's, every upgrade, every product they've produced since the last time.” she ordered turning and stomping out of OP's. And I want it yesterday. Also no more guessing. Find out how they did it.”

Trouble and Foaly watched her go. “She gets more and more like Root everyday.” Trouble said heading after her.

E1: Tara

Surprisingly the mudmaid was light, light enough so that Sage was able to fly back to Tara with her and the laptop strapped to her moonbelt and covered with cam-foil. It seemed that food at orphanages hadn't gotten better over the past century. Although Artemis was under the mesmer it didn't stop her from asking questions. “Who was the person who ordered you to bring me to 'Haven.'” Sage saw no damage in telling her “Foaly. He's head of our technology down in Police Plaza.”

Spiro Industry's, USA

Erica smiled tapping a final key on the computer to freeze the screen showing Sage's face before spinning around her swivel chair to face Mr. Sprio. “It is done. And they've even managed to locate the last Fowl for us Sir. The girl Sage even reviled who's in charge of the technology.”

“Good my sweet. Very good. Get Blunt. Tell him I need his services for a little revenge.”

Sage bowed and left the room as she flipped open her cell phone and started to dial. “Blunt? Yes. I'm fine. Of course. The boss needs you for a little revenge. Of course its them fool! Who else? No more questions till your here. And the boss wants you here now.” with that she hung up “He's coming.” she told Jon who smiled putting a hand around her waist “Very good.” he said his face so close that she could smell his wine laden breath. “Make sure that our labs have all the weaponry he will need.” Resisting the urdge to shudder Erica nodded “Of course Sir.” she said slithering out of his grip “At once.” Bowing again she walked down the corridor breaking into a jog when she was positive he couldn't see her. Shuddering at the memory of his touch she punched in her code on the door to the lab. Mentaly she reasured herself. 'Once he has his little revenge you will have your money and be free from him. Only a month at the most. You can do it girl. Just make sure he doesn't get his hands on you for to long!' Sighing she turned to the head scientist “The boss wants you to have Arno's weapons ready for him. He's got a job.” she said before turning and walking out. A walk. That was what she needed. She decided heading outside of the building. Some fresh air and time away from Jon Spiro.