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Hacking into Fowl Manor	By : ShadowFirebird Category: A through F > Artemis Fowl Views: 11289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Artemis Fowl book series, nor any of the characters from it. They are the property of Eoin Colfer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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He was too warm, too comfortable to want to willingly respond to his alarm going off on his bedside table. A pale arm snaked out from under the covers and hit the snooze button before slipping back inside. A tuft of black hair was all that could be seen poking out from under the comforter. The door opened and Butler entered the room, scanning the room his face registered mild shock. Artemis was still asleep. Or trying to be. Odd. Always prompt, it wasn’t like him to sleep in pas 7:30. The alarm went off again, this time he simply ignored it, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Rolling his eyes, he should have known it would happen eventually, heaven knew Juliet was hard to get out of bed; he walked over and gently shook the 18-year-old.
“Artemis, you should be up.” The bodyguard admonished.
“Butler, I wish to sleep.” Came the half-muffled reply, groggy and irritated.
“It’s 10:30” he stated.
“What?!”
Artemis bolted upright, and sprang from the bed, and ran into his bathroom. He emerged a short time later, tucking in his shirt and tying shoes at the same time. Seconds later almost everything was in order and finished. Except, that is, for his hair. His hair was trapped in a state of Bed-head, spiking in erratic, gravity-defying arrays.
Butler withheld a chuckle, “Artemis, did you look in the mirror while you were in there?” he said, managing a straight face.
“Not really, why?” Artemis nonchalantly replied.
“You might want to.”
Rolling his eyes, looking every one of eighteen years for a moment, he returned to his bathroom to check his reflection in the mirror. Butler allowed himself a fond smile at his charge’s startled expletive. Reemerging, hair firmly slicked back, Artemis appeared to be considerably more alert than when Butler had entered the room. His charge had grown. Standing straight at 5’10” (though secretly hoping to be 6’) Artemis had the long, gangly look of an adolescent not quite grown into his body just yet.
“It’s unlike you to sleep in this late. Are you feeling well?” He inquired.
“I will assure you, Butler, I am quite well. You needn’t worry.” Artemis assured, walking past his bodyguard into the hall. “I simply stayed awake longer than initially intended.”
Butler made a mental note not to fall asleep before Artemis ever again. Trouble followed him like a shadow. Or perhaps Artemis is the one doing the following, he thought blandly as he followed Artemis towards his study. Artemis was currently upgrading his computers’ security systems in order to better hide his less than legal activities from his family. His mother especially had taken an interest in her little Arty’s doings, saying he should spend more time with his younger twin brothers, than at the computer or traveling somewhere. He sighed. Perhaps… a little time could maybe… His computer beeped at him, alerting him to its completed download and effectively pulling his thoughts away from his family. He glanced briefly at the computer devoted to Fowl Manor’s security cameras, all the rooms, save for the one he was in, were empty. The rest had gone to vacation somewhere, and he had opted to stay. Just as well, he had work to do.
“Testing, testing, one, two, three… Nira, ya there?” Kami whispered into her headset. If you could call it whispering, the headset was her own design, consisting of a flat transmitter underneath a precisely matched flesh colored adhesive worn on the throat, and a receiver disguised as an ear bud radio. Designed to be able to transmit the lightest whisper and transmit it to be heard as normal speech. This was the field test.
“Loud and clear. Are you in?” Nira asked.
She was perched in a blind spot, oddly enough in a tree. Already on the grounds, she needed the go-ahead to progress farther. To be caught at this stage of the game would be simply embarrassing.
“Video loops in place. I can see you, but as far as the daring duo are concerned, you’re invisible.” Kami’s voice was low, this was a job. Leave your joking at the door. Kami was positioned right outside the Manor walls, wired in and surrounded by three laptops, complete with custom headset and visor.
“Daring Duo? What are they? Batman and Robin?” Nira quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh, shut it. You’re free to go in. Be careful, I’ll warn you if either Artemis or Butler are headed toward you too early. Is the gas bomb in place?”
“Check. Positioned in Artemis’s study. I positioned it there when I sneaked in the cable.” Nira affirmed, moving slyly across the grounds, keeping to bushes and shadows. The video loops would do her no good if looked out the window and saw her.
“Good.”
Artemis was intently watching the stats on the screen as each component of his new security system was upgraded and installed. The smallest error could crash the system. Butler was reclining back in his chair, supposedly reading a novel while keeping a close eye on his principal.
“Artemis!” The voice of Angeline Fowl called up the stairs. “Could you come here? You forgot to say goodbye to your mother. Arty?”
Artemis managed to tear his eyes away from his computer screen to glance at his security monitor and sure enough, Mrs. Fowl was standing in the kitchen, fidgeting slightly. He sighed. This was important, but… he placed his head in his hands and allowed his eyes to closed for a moment, crinkling the premature crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. He’d go say goodbye. He had forgotten.
“One moment, mother.” He called back.
“Butler,” His bodyguard gave him a look that clearly said ‘you should have done this earlier’ Artemis rolled his eyes, “watch this for me.” He said gesturing to his computer screen. “I’ll be back shortly.” That said, he walked from the room.
“Alright. Nira?” Kami’s voice was low and serious.
“What?”
“Artemis has left the study and is heading toward you at 2.5 miles an hour and will reach his destination in approximately three minutes. Everything prepared?” Kami automatically rattled off her observations without thought or hesitation.
“I will never know how you do that. Yeah, I’m all set.”
The Nira on Kami’s monitor shook her head at her partner, “And yet you act like a moron.” “I confuse people, comes with the Job Description.” Her voice was light with humor. All trace of that humor, however, disappeared as she returned to business,
“Target has entered the hall, estimated arrival time, 30 seconds. Proceeding with precautionary safety measures.” Her fingers were a blur about her keyboards.
“Speak English, please.” Said Nira’s voice in her ear, obviously annoyed by her of plain speech.
Kami rolled her eyes and glared at her screen, “I’m gonna knock out the big, tall, scary bodyguard man.” She deadpanned. “You should be hidden. You have 10 seconds.”
“Hiding.”
Artemis’ steps echoed through the hall as he walked toward the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen door, he sighed, placed his hand on the handle and entered to find… Nobody. Odd. He was sure he had seen his mother on the screen, and it had been her voice he had heard. Someone else was here, he was sure. Slowly he walked forward, watching everywhere at once, or trying to. Still, he missed the water on the floor, and slipped, crashed hard to the floor. Pain lanced through his thigh, he must have hit the counter when he fell. He stood up, careful not to slip again. Once upright, he brushed himself off, and straightened his coat. He turned, and promptly jumped. A woman was in his kitchen, but she wasn’t his mother. Young, dark hair and eyes, sitting on the counter, leering at him.
“Hello, Artemis. What a pleasure to finally meet you face to face.” She smiled happily at him.
“Who are you?” Artemis snapped.
He suddenly felt very exposed. Butler wasn’t here to protect him, though he would be soon. The security monitors would reveal the situation. The woman smirked, and slid off the counter, lithe as a cat. A red flag leapt up in the back of his head as she began to walk toward him. Her movements were balanced and graceful, confident. Dangerous.
“My name is Nira Kuragari.”
“I will request that you leave. My bodyguard could kill you in 200 different ways with only his bare hands. If you comply, maybe he won’t have a reason to do you harm.”
He voiced his threat lowly, regaining his composure. His stomach tightened as Nira’s smile grew wider. She was either a masochist or knew something he didn’t.
“Butler’s not coming, is he?” A slight quaver in his voice giving away his rising panic.
“No, he isn’t. For one thing my associate has insured that, as far as your security system is concerned, we are invisible. But, just to be sure, we made Butler take a short nap. By the time he awakes, you won’t be here.”
Her smile became predatory. Artemis was about to retort, but felt oddly dizzy. His eyes blurring in and out of focus. What the…? Something clicked in his foggy mind as his knees began to buckle. The pain in his leg… His hand fumbled to his thigh, sure enough, something was there… a hypodermic needle… a seda… sedative.
“Very good, Artemis.” Her voice was muffled and sounded far away. “You found it. I was surprised it took you so long.”
It was becoming harder to keep his balance; he had to grip the counter to remain upright in his fight to remain conscious. She laughed the sound ricocheting off the tiled walls.
“Good night, Artemis.” She said in mock gentleness, and laughed again. It was the last sound he heard as the floor rushed up at him and it all faded into black. It was cold. It was enough to make him stir. The cold air brushed at his face, sending a shiver down his spine. His shoulders ached. He shifted to get comfortable, and felt cold metal around his wrist. Chains clinked as he moved. He tried to piece together why there would be chains around his wrists. Why was he so groggy? So tired. Okay, try to think back. What happened before you fell asleep? Artemis ran the events of the previous day through his mind. He’d woken up late, and then had gone to upgrade his computers’ security systems. Then what? His memory was oddly fuzzy. His mother had called him. Hadn’t she left by then? Wait, he’d forgotten to say goodbye. Hence way she called him. To say goodbye. She was in the kitchen. He had hurried there, impatient to return to his work. He would have said goodbye and returned. His mind slowly began to clear. No one was in the kitchen, however, that was odd. Why wouldn’t there be anyone present? But there was… The girl. As though that one memory unlocked the others, the remaining events—the hypodermic needle filled with sedative, the exposure of their plot to kidnap him—wait, kidnap?! Artemis’ eyes flew open. With a mild shock he realized he was standing upright. Well, almost. His weight was being primarily supported by his wrists, which were shackled to the wall. He stood, putting his weight properly on his feet, relieving his shoulders of their burden. If anything, at least he was now aware of why his shoulders were sore. The ache in his shoulders worsened, stiffness being added to their list of ailments. He scanned the room, taking in possible escape routes. The ceiling was high, at least 20 feet, he supposed. The air vents were barely six inches below the ceiling, no chance there. The room was bare of all furnishings save a single folding chair placed roughly six feet from him. Of all the oddities of his prison, the oddest was the lack of a door. Artemis searched carefully and could not locate a door. This opened up yet another query in his mind. How in the world had he gotten in here? “Awake are you?” A higher feminine voice startled him from his thoughts. The voice came through an intercom system set into the wall. The voice was cheerful and definitely more awake than he felt at that moment. He didn’t respond. The voice wasn’t familiar at all. Whoever this was, she wasn’t the person from his kitchen.
“Hello? Is this thing on? Yep. It’s on. Good morning! Well, technically it’s evening, but you just woke up. How are you feeling?” The voice asked conversationally. It clicked.
“You’re the associate!” He blurted
. “Hm? Associate? Oh. Right, Nira called me that. Yes, that would be me. I’m Kamiya Kuragari, hacking expert extraordinaire. You can call me Kami.” She giggled. “You can thank me for the ineffectiveness of your security system. Your computer network,” Her voice took on a critiquing edge, “isn’t as secure as you think it is, by the way. Fun though.”
“You hacked into my—.”
“Yep.” Came the reply. The way she said it, she made it sound easy. “Stole your files too. Well, not stole. Copied. Hence the connections to acquire the fiber optic cable necessary for the breaking into of your sophisticated security. You should have seen that centaur’s face when I hacked his system.” Another giggle, “Priceless.”
Centaur? She couldn’t mean…
“What do you want with me? Why kidnap me?”
Anger and humiliation flooded his system. They had taken him from his home, hijacked his systems, shackled him to a wall and he was not being shown the respect due a person, much less Artemis Fowl II!
“That’s two very different questions.”
The sound changed about halfway through her sentence, due to the fact that her voice was coming form the ceiling, not the wall, and the sound was projected from a human throat rather than a speaker. He looked up toward Kami’s voice and found that this bizarre room actually did have a door. On the ceiling.
“Maybe I can help answer at least one of them.”
She pushed a rope ladder over the edge; the ladder rolled out long enough to brush the floor, and began to climb down. She was slow and careful, as if aware she would fall. And, sure enough, roughly three feet from the floor, she lost her balance, and her grip. And she fell the rest of the way to the floor with a thud.
“Ow.” She said casually, as though this were an everyday occurrence.
“I really have to work on that.” She glared comically at the ladder from her position on the floor.
“You’re useless.” Nira’s head and shoulders protruded through the ceiling door.
With surprising ease, she flipped out the door and slid down the ladder with the grace of an acrobat. Short of more casual clothes, she looked exactly as she had when she’d accosted him in his kitchen. She moved with a sinuous grace he could compare to that of a wild cat. She did all this while clutching a paperback book in her left hand.
“Yeah, well, go die.” Came Kami’s careless reply, a mischievous smile on her face. “I haven’t been able to do it before, why should I be able to do it now?”
She had situated herself quite comfortably on the floor, as though she expected to stay there awhile. Her messy red hair flopping over one eye as she shoved her glasses up her nose. The two seemed near opposites. One dressed in a tank top and baggy jeans, the other dressed in clothes that were intended to look classy and professional while the wearer was very mobile. Kami’s hair was aesthetically messy, falling where it would and Nira’s was in a severe ponytail, as if daring a single hair to fall out of place.
“You might be able to do it if you placed a little effort in improving your balance.”
Without waiting for a reply, Nira turned sharply on her heel, glided over the chair, sat down and crossed her legs. With a brief glance at Artemis she turned her attention solely to her book. The cover read “Icha Icha Violence.” Kami smiled openly and shook her head at her partner. She turned toward Artemis, shifting her cross-legged position until she faced him, though she remained on the floor.
“Now, I believe you asked two questions. Question one:,” Her voice changed a little in pitch and tone, becoming more serious, “What do we want with you. Question two: Why kidnap you. “Two seemingly synonymous questions which are, in fact, very different.”
The open smile was replaced by a far more devious one, “I will first answer your secondary question: Why did we kidnap you? Simple, the challenge. Someone with you high caliber of intelligence can surely understand the boredom of activities that require a mere average intelligence, ne?”
Artemis merely nodded, deciding to keep his mouth shut. Interrupting now would only impede the likelihood of getting the answers to his questions. Which she was, oddly, doing. He had to admit, this was somewhat beyond his initial expectations.
“Neither of us have had a decent challenge in too many years.”
Nira glanced up form her book for a brief moment. Kami stood up and brushed herself off, arranging her hair and clothes into some proper order. She began to cross the room, coming closer to him, as she walked, she spoke.
“As for your initial question…”
Her smile became almost malicious. His heart pounded hard in his chest, hard enough to be painful. Something seemed almost written in her eyes, her intentions plainly displayed, he knew, but he hadn’t encountered this previously and wasn’t sure he wanted to know. The panic coursing through him reminded him of his primary encounter with Nira, but the smile on Kami’s face spoke of something worse than what he had been expecting from Nira. Artemis briefly turned his attention to Nira; she seemed to be absorbed in her book, except her eyes. Her eyes were intently focused on the scene before her. He was jerked back to his current situation by the fact that Kami was close. Very close. Close enough he could feel her body heat. To see the gold flecks in dangerously sharp green eyes. Panic increased. He wanted to run. Far away.
“I believe you inquired as to what we want from you. This should explain it fluently.” Her smile widened as her hands delicately undid the top two buttons of his shirt.
It occurred to him that his suit jacket had been removed at some point. His mind snapped back to her hands, which were untucking his shirt from his pants. His brain wasn’t functioning properly, what was happening? He knew this was going somewhere, but his animal instincts were overriding his brain, impeding his logic. Her hands slipped under his shirt and up his chest, feeling every dip and plane. An involuntary gasp elicited from his throat—Cold!—Kami took the opportunity to claim his mouth. Artemis stiffened, her tongue eagerly explored his warm mouth. Her hands left electricity spiderwebbing across his skin. One hand stopped to toy with a nipple, gently rolling it between her fingers. The action made him short of breath. The fingers pinched, hard. The pain struck him, making his logic engage well enough to assess the situation. This awareness did nothing to help remain calm. She was going to… Oh, god. Oh, god. No. Please, oh god, Stop! Please, No!
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