Root’s rosy complexion was exaggerated by poor reception.
“I couldn’t care less about your touchy-feely moment, I’m here to make sure this wipe goes smoothly. If I know our friend, Fowl, he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve.”
“Really, Commander,” said Artemis. “Such suspicion is wounding.”
But the Irish teenager couldn’t suppress a grin. Everybody knew that he would have hidden items to spark residual memories; it was up to the LEP to find them. Their final contest.
Artemis stood and approached Mulch Diggums.
“Mulch. Of all the fairy people, I will miss your services the most. We could have had such a future together.”
Mulch looked a touch teary. “True. With your brains and my special talents.”
“Not to mention your mutual lack of morals,” interjected Holly.
“No bank on the planet would have been safe,” said the dwarf. “A missed opportunity.”
Artemis tried his best to look sincere. It was vital for the next step in the plan.
“Mulch, I know you risked your life betraying the Antonelli family, so I’d like to give you something.”
Mulch’s imagination churned with visions of trust funds and offshore accounts.
“There’s no need. Really. Although it was incredibly brave, and I was in mortal danger.”
“Exactly,” said Artemis, untying the gold medallion from around his neck. “I know this isn’t much, but it means a lot to me. I was going to keep it, but I realized that in a few minutes it will mean absolutely nothing. I would like you to have it. I think Holly would, too. A little memento of our adventures.”
“Gee,” said Mulch, hefting the medallion. “Half an ounce of gold. Great. You really broke the bank there, Artemis.”
Artemis gripped the dwarf’s hand. “It’s not always about money, Mulch.”
Root was craning his neck, trying to see more. “What’s that? What has he given to the convict?”
Holly snatched the medallion, holding it up for the camera.
“Just a gold coin, Commander. I gave it to Artemis myself.”
Foaly glanced at the small medal. “Actually, this kills two stink worms with one skewer. The medallion could have triggered some residual memories. Highly unlikely, but possible.”
“And the other stink worm?”
“Mulch gets something to look at in prison.”
Root mulled it over for several moments.
“Okay. He can keep it. Now get that convict into the shuttle, and let’s get on with this. I’ve got a Council meeting in ten minutes.”
Holly led Mulch out, and Artemis realized that he really was sorry to see the dwarf go. But more than that, he was sorry that the memory of their friendship could soon be gone forever.
The technicians descended like flies on a carcass. In seconds every human in the room had electrodes attached to temples and wrists. Each set of electrodes ran through a neural transformer and onto a plasma screen. Memories flickered on the screens.
Foaly studied the images. “Way too early,” he announced. “Calibrate them to sixteen months ago. Actually, make that about three years. I don’t want Artemis planning his initial kidnap all over again.”
“Bravo, Foaly,” said Artemis bitterly. “I was hoping you might miss that.”
The centaur winked. “That’s not all I didn’t miss.”
On the pull-down screen, Root’s pixelated mouth stretched into a smile. “Tell him, Foaly. I can’t wait to see the human’s face.”
Foaly consulted a file on his hand held computer.
“We checked your e-mail, and guess what?”
“Do tell.”
“We found a fairy file, just waiting to be delivered. We also ran a search on the Internet in general. And lo and behold, someone with your e-mail address had rented some storage megabytes. More fairy files.”
Artemis was unrepentant. “I had to try. I’m sure you understand.”
“Nothing else you want to tell us about?”
Artemis opened his eyes wide, the epitome of innocence. “Nothing. You’re too clever for me.”
Foaly took a small laser disk from a toolbox, sliding it into the drive of a networked computer on the table. “Well, just in case, I’m going to detonate a data charge in your computer system. The virus will leave your files unharmed, unless they pertain to the People. Not only that, but the virus will monitor your system for a further six months, just in case you have outwitted us somehow.”
“And you’re telling me all this because I won’t remember it anyway.”
Foaly did a little four-step, clapping his hands together. “Exactly.”
Holly pushed through the door, dragging a metallic capsule behind her.
“Look what they found buried in the grounds.” She flipped the lid, pouring the capsule’s contents on the Tunisian carpet. Several computer disks and hard copies of Artemis’s diary fanned across the carpet.
Foaly examined a disk. “Something else you forgot to mention.”
Artemis was not quite so cocky now. His lifelines to the past were being cut one by one.
“It slipped my mind.”