Moron, said Opal casually. Our trail is on every television screen above ground, and doubtless below it. Even if Artemis Fowl were not a genius, he would guess that I am behind the Zito probe. We need to plant the final charge now. How deep is the probe?
Scant consulted a computer readout. Eighty-eight point two miles. We have another ninety minutes to go to the optimum blast point.
Opal paced the deck for a few moments. We have not picked up any communication with Police Plaza, so if they are alive, they are alone. Best not to risk it. We will plant the charge now and guard it. Descant, check the casings again. Mervall, run a systems check on the shuttle I dont want a single ion escaping through the hull.
The pixie twins stepped backwards, bowing as they went. They would do as they were told, but surely the boss was being a bit paranoid.
I heard that thought, screeched Opal. I am not paranoid!
Merv stepped behind a steel partition to shield his brainwaves. Had Miss Koboi really intercepted the thought? Or was it just the paranoia again? After all, paranoid people usually believe that everyone thinks they are paranoid. Merv poked his head out from behind the partition and beamed a thought at Opal, just to be sure.
Holly Short is prettier than you, he thought, as loudly as he could. A treasonous thought to be sure, one Opal could hardly fail to pick up on if she could indeed read minds.
Opal stared at him. Mervall?
Yes, Miss Koboi?
Youre looking directly at me. Thats very bad for my skin.
Sorry, Miss Koboi, said Merv, averting his eyes, which happened to glance through the cockpit windscreen, towards the mouth of the chute. He was just in time to see an LEP shuttle rise through the holographic rock outcrop that covered the shuttle-bay door. Erm, Miss Koboi, we have a problem. He pointed out through the windscreen.
The shuttle had risen to ten metres and was hovering above the Italian landscape, obviously searching for something.
Theyve found us, said Opal in a horrified whisper. Then she quelled her panic and quickly analysed the situation. That is a transport shuttle, not a pursuit vehicle, she noted, walking quickly into the cockpit, closely followed by the twins. We must assume that Artemis Fowl and Captain Short are aboard. They have no weapons and basic scanners. In this poor light, we are virtually invisible to the naked eye. They are blind.
Should we blast them from the skies? asked the younger Brill brother eagerly. At last, some of the aggression he had been promised.
No, replied Opal. A plasma burst would give away our position to human and fairy police satellites. We go silent. Turn off everything. Even life support. I dont know how they got this close, but the only way theyre going to discover our exact location is to run into us. And if that happens, their sad little shuttle will crumple like cardboard.
The Brills obeyed promptly, switching off all the shuttles systems.
Good, whispered Opal, placing a slim finger over her lips. They watched the shuttle for several minutes, until Opal decided to break the silence.
Whoever is passing wind, please stop it, or I will devise a fitting punishment.
It wasnt me, mouthed the Brill brothers simultaneously. Neither was anxious to find out what the fitting punishment for passing wind was.
E7, TEN MINUTES EARLIER
Holly eased the LEP shuttle through a particularly tricky secondary shaft and into E7. Almost immediately, two red lights began pulsing on the console.
The clock is ticking, she announced. We just triggered two of Foalys sensors. Theyre going to put the shuttle together with the probe and come running.
How long? asked Artemis.
Holly calculated in her head. If they come supersonic in the attack shuttle, less than half an hour.
Perfect, said Artemis, pleased.
Im glad you think so, moaned Mulch. Supersonic LEP officers are never a welcome sight among burglars. As a general rule, we prefer our police officers subsonic.
Holly clamped the shuttle to a rocky outcrop on the chute wall. Are you backing out, Mulch? Or is this just the usual moaning?
The dwarf rotated his jaws, warming them up for the work ahead. I think Im entitled to a little moan. Why do these plans always involve me putting myself in harms way while you three get to wait it out in the shuttle?
Artemis handed him a cooler sack from the galley. Because you are the only one who can do this, Mulch. You alone can foil Kobois plan.
Mulch was not impressed. Im not impressed, he said.
I better get a medal for this. Real gold too. No more gold-plated computer disks.
Holly hustled him to the starboard hatch. Mulch, if they dont lock me in prison for the rest of my life, I will start the campaign to give you the biggest medal in the LEP cabinet.
And amnesty for any past and future crimes?
Holly opened the hatch. Past, maybe. Future, not a chance. But no guarantees. Im not exactly flavour of the month at Police Plaza.