Artemis Fowl: The Opal Deception

Holly flicked the tele-pods setting to low. She would have to time this exactly right for maximum effect. It was the last chance she would get, because once she started to climb, she could no longer aim.

 

The trolls sped up the Temple steps, jostling for first place. The two groups were approaching at right angles, both heading directly for Holly. Their leaders launched themselves from a distance, determined to get the first bite of the intruder. Their lips were peeled back to reveal rows of carnivorous teeth, and their eyes were focused solely on the target. And that was when Holly acted. She flicked the brightness setting to high and scorched the retinas of the two beasts while they were still in the air. With piercing howls they swatted at the hated light, crashing to the ground in a melee of arms, claws, tusks and teeth. Each troll assumed he was being attacked by a rival group, and in seconds the scaffolds base was a chaos of primeval violence.

 

Holly took full advantage of the confusion, skipping lithely up the first three rungs of the metal structure. She clipped the tele-pod to her belt so that it pointed downwards like a rear gun. Not much protection, but better than nothing.

 

In moments, she had caught up with Artemis. The human boys breath was ragged and his progress was slow. Blood dripped from the wound on his ankle. Holly could easily have passed him, but instead she hooked an arm through the scaffold bars and checked on the troll situation. Just as well. One relatively little guy was scaling the bars with the agility of a mountain gorilla. His immature tusks barely jutted beyond his lips, but those tusks were sharp and venom gathered in beads along the tips. Holly turned the screen on him, and he released his grip to shield his scorched eyes. An elf would have been smart enough to hang on with one hand and use the other forearm to shield the eyes, but trolls are not much further up the IQ scale than stinkworms, and they act almost completely on instinct.

 

The little troll tumbled back to earth, landing on the shaggy, writhing carpet below. He was instantly dragged into the brawl. Holly returned to the climb, feeling the tele-pod knock against her back. Artemiss progress was painfully slow, and in less than a minute she was at Artemiss shoulder.

 

Are you all right?

 

Artemis nodded, tight-lipped. But his eyes were wide, on the verge of panic. Holly had seen that look before, on the faces of battle-stressed LEP officers. She needed to get the Mud Boy to safety before he lost his reason.

 

Come on now, Artemis. Just a few more steps. Were going to make it.

 

Artemis closed his eyes for five seconds, breathing deeply through his nose. When he opened them again, they shone with a new resolve. Very well, Captain. Im ready.

 

Artemis reached above him for the next bar, hauling himself forty centimetres closer to salvation. Holly followed, urging him on like a drill sergeant.

 

It took a further minute to reach the roof itself. By this time the trolls had remembered what they were chasing and began to scale the scaffolding. Holly dragged Artemis on to the slanted roof, and they scampered on all fours towards its highest point. The plaster was white and unmarked; in the low light it seemed as though they were walking across a field of snow.

 

Artemis paused. The sight had awoken a vague memory.

 

Snow, he said uncertainly. I remember something

 

Holly caught his shoulder, dragging him forward. Yes, Artemis. The Arctic, remember? Later, well discuss it at great length, when there are no trolls trying to eat us.

 

Artemis snapped back to the present. Very well. Good tactics.

 

The temple roof sloped upwards at a forty-degree angle towards the crystal orb that was the fake sun. The pair crawled as quickly as Artemiss exhausted limbs would allow. A ragged trail of blood marked their path across the white plaster. The scaffold shook and banged against the roof as the trolls climbed ever closer.

 

Holly straddled the roofs apex, reaching up to the crystal sun. The surface was smooth beneath her fingers.

 

DArvit! she swore. I cant find the power port. There should be an external socket.

 

Artemis crawled round to the other side. He was not particularly afraid of heights, but even so he tried not to look down. One did not have to suffer from vertigo to be worried by a fifteen-metre drop and a pack of ravenous trolls. He stretched upwards, probing the globe with the fingers of one hand. His index finger found a small indent.

 

Ive got something, he announced.

 

Holly scooted round to his side, examining the hole.

 

Good, she said. An external power port. Power cells have uniform connection points, so the cuffs cells should clip right on.

 

She fumbled the cuffs from her pocket, popping the cell covers. The cells themselves were about the size of credit cards, and glowed bright blue along their length.

 

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