Eoin Colfer - Artemis Fowl. The Lost Colony
flicking the stiletto at Gaspard. The weapon's handle thunked against the doctor's forehead, and he fell away from Minerva like a discarded coat.
Minerva knelt, cradling her father's head.
'Papa? Wake up Papa.' For a moment she was a little girl, then her intellect kicked in. She checked her father's pulse and tapped the point of impact with her index and middle fingers.
'You are lucky, Mister Kong, not to be facing a murder charge.'
Kong shrugged. 'I've faced them before. It's amazing how easy it is to elude the authorities. It costs exactly ten thousand dollars. Three for the face job, two for new papers and five for a really good hacker to create a computer past for you.'
'Nevertheless, one more half-revolution of your blade and my father would be dead, and not merely unconscious.'
Kong pulled a second blade from his sleeve pocket. 'There's still time.
Now, tell me how we go about finding our little friend.'
Minerva stood facing Kong, her fists clenched defiantly.
'Listen to me, idiot. That demon is gone. I have no doubt that his benefactors plucked the silver bullet from his leg as soon as they had him in the car. He is back on his island. Forget about him.'
Kong frowned. 'It makes sense. That's what I would do. Well, OK then, when is the next materialization?'
Minerva should have been terrified. Her ability to do anything besides witter and sob should have deserted her. After all, her father was lying unconscious, and the man who had put him in that state was sitting on her patio table, brandishing a knife. But Minerva Paradizo was no ordinary twelve-year-old. She had always displayed remarkable composure in times of stress. So, even though she was scared, Minerva was more than capable of communicating her scorn to Billy Kong.
'Where have you been for the past thirty minutes?' she asked, then clicked her fingers. 'Of course — asleep. I believe you people call it neutralized. And by a tiny demoness too. Well let me fill you in on what's happened. Our entire operation has been neutralized. I have no research, no calculations and no subject. I am starting from scratch. In fact, I wish I was starting from scratch. Starting from scratch would be a dream come true. Last time I was handed the time-tunnel calculations; this time I have to work them out by myself. Now don't get me wrong, I could do it. I am a genius after all, but it will take at least seventeen months. At the very least. Comprenez-vous, Monsieur Kong?'
Billy Kong understood all right. He understood that this little pain in the rear was trying to blind him with science.
'Seventeen months, eh? How long if you had some incentive?'
'Incentive won't change the laws of science.'
Kong leaped down from the table, landing soundlessly on the balls of his feet. 'I thought that was your speciality — changing the laws of science. Wasn't this project all about proving how every other scientist in the world is a dummy, except you?'
'It's not that simple. .'
Kong began flipping his knife, catching it without so much as a glance at the blade. End over end it twirled, a silver fan in the air. Hypnotic.
'I'm making it simple. I think you can get me a demon, and I think you can do it in less than seventeen months. So, here's what I am going to do.' He leaned down and heaved Juan Soto's chair upright. The security chief slumped forward on to the table.
'I am going to hurt Mister Soto. Simple as that. There is nothing you can do to stop that happening. This is a demonstration of my earnestness. It connects you with the reality of your situation. And then you know I mean business. So, after that, you start talking. And if you don't start talking, then we move on to lucky contestant number two.'
Minerva had no doubt that contestant number two was her father.
'Please, Mister Kong, there is no need for any of this. I am telling you the truth.'
'Oh, it's please now, is it?' said Kong in mock surprise. 'And Mister Kong too. What happened to idiot and moron?'
'Don't kill him. He's a nice man. He has a family.'
Kong grabbed a bunch of Soto's hair, yanking his head back. The chief's Adam's apple stuck out like a plum.
'He's an incompetent,' snarled Kong. 'Look how easily your demon escaped. See how simple it was for me to take over.
'Let him live,' pleaded Minerva. 'My father has money.' Kong sighed.
'You're just not getting it, are you? For a smart girl you can be pretty stupid a lot of the time. I don't want money. I want a demon. Now stop talking and pay attention. There is no point in trying to negotiate.'
Minerva's heart sank as she realized just how far out of her depth she actually was. In less than an hour she had crossed over to a world of darkness and cruelty. And her own arrogance had led her to it.
'Please,' she said. She struggled to maintain her composure. 'Please.'
Kong adjusted his grip on the knife. 'Don't look away now, little girl. Watch and remember who's boss.'
Minerva could not avert her eyes. Her gaze was trapped by this terrible tableau. It was like a scene from a scary movie, complete with its own soundtrack.
Minerva frowned. Real life did not have a soundtrack. There was music coming from somewhere.
The somewhere proved to be Kong's trouser pocket. His polyphonic phone was playing 'TheToreador Song' from Carmen. Kong pulled the phone from his pocket.
'Who is this?' he snapped.
'My name is not important,' said a youthful voice. 'The important thing is that I have something you want.'
'How did you get this number?'
'I have a friend,' replied the mystery caller. 'He knows all the numbers. Now, to business. I believe you're in the market for a demon?'
Minutes earlier Butler had pulled off the motorway at the airport exit, and crammed himself into the back seat beside Artemis and Holly. They had watched the drama unfold in the Chateau Paradizo on their tiny laptop.
Artemis gripped his knees tight. 'I can't allow this. I won't allow it.'
Holly placed a hand over his. 'We have no choice, Artemis. We're clear now. This is not our fight. I can't risk exposing Number One.'
Artemis's frown cut a furrow from his hairline to the bridge of his nose.
'I know. Of course. But, still, how can this not be my fight?' He glanced sharply at Butler. 'Will Kong kill that man?'
'Without a doubt,' replied the bodyguard. 'In his mind, it's already done.'
Artemis rubbed his eyes, suddenly fatigued. 'I am responsible, indirectly. I can't have a man's death on my conscience. Holly, you do what you have to do, but I need to save those people.'
'Conscience,' said No.1. 'What a lovely word. The sh in the middle.'
It was plain that the imp was not actually listening to the conversation, just picking up on certain words. The incongruity of this simple statement made Artemis look across. His eyes rested for a moment on No.1 's chest markings. And suddenly he knew where he had seen them before. A plan hit him like a bolt of lightning.
'Holly, do you trust me?'
Holly groaned. 'Artemis, don't ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming.'
'Do you trust me?'
'Yes,' Holly sighed. 'I do. More than anyone.'
'Well then, trust me to get us all out of this. I will explain later.'
Holly was torn. This decision could affect the rest of her life, and the imp's too. And the effect could be to shorten them dramatically.
'OK, Artemis. But I'll be watching.'
Artemis spoke into his ring-phone. 'Foaly, can you put me through to Mister Kong's mobile phone.'
'Not a problem,' replied the centaur from Section 8 HQ. 'But it's going to be the last thing I do for you. Sool has tracked my line out. In thirty seconds I'm going to be shut down, and you'll be on your own.'
'I understand. Put me through.'
Butler gripped Artemis's shoulder. 'If you call him, then he has the upper hand. Kong will want to choose where to meet.'
'I know where we should meet. I just have to convince Mister Kong that the rendezvous point is his idea.' Artemis closed his fist, covering the phone. 'Quiet. It's ringing.'
'Who is this?' snapped Kong.
'My name is not important,' said Artemis. 'The important thing is that I have something you want.'
'How did you get this number?'
'I have a friend,' replied the mystery caller. 'He knows all the numbers.
Now, to business. I believe you're in the market for a demon?'
'So, you must be the great Artemis Fowl: Minerva's idol. I am so sick of you smart kids. Why can't you just boost cars or steal stuff like normal kids.'
'We do steal stuff. Just bigger stuff. Now, are you interested in my demon or not?'
'I could be,' said Kong. 'What do you have in mind?'
'A straight trade. I pick a public place, and we swap. My demon for your girl.'
'You're not picking anything, kid. I pick the rendezvous point. You called me, remember? What do you want with this girl anyway?'
'Her life,' said Artemis simply. 'I do not like murder, or murderers. You and your crew walk out of there with one hostage, and we do a swap.
It's a simple transaction. Don't tell me you've never released a hostage before.'
'I'm an old hand, kid. I've been picking up ransoms for years.'
'Good. I'm glad we can do business. Now why don't you name your preferred location. I'll be wearing a burgundy tie. Pay attention to that.
There are a hundred and one ways this could go wrong. If it does, the police could tie one of us up for a long time.'
In the getaway car, Holly frowned quizzically at Artemis. It wasn't like him to chatter. He calmed her with a look and a wave of his hand.
'OK,' said Kong. 'I just thought of somewhere. You know Taipei 101?'
'In Taiwan?' said Artemis. 'One of the world's tallest buildings? You are not serious. That's on the far side of the world.'
'I am deadly serious. Taipei is my second home. I know it well. You will have a tough enough time getting there by the deadline, so there will be no tricks. We will exchange on the observation deck at twelve noon, two days from now. If you don't show, then the girl takes the express elevator down. If you see what I mean.'
'I see. I'll be there.'
'Good. Don't come alone. Bring the ugly guy with you, or the female. I don't care, I only need one.'
'We have already released the female.'
'OK. The guy then. You see how easy it is to deal with me. I'm a reasonable man, unless I'm crossed. So don't cross me.
'Don't worry,' said Artemis. 'I won't.' And he said it with such conviction that, if you didn't know him, you would absolutely believe it.
Chapter 11: A LONG WAY DOWN
taipei, taiwan
Taipei 101 is among the tallest buildings in the world. Some say it is the tallest, if the sixty-metre spire can be counted, but others argue that a spire is not a building, and so Taipei 101 can technically only be called the tallest structure in the world. In any event, there were four buildings in construction — two in Asia, one in Africa and the fourth in Saudi Arabia — with their sights set on the world's tallest building crown.
So Taipei's claim to fame could be a fleeting one.
Artemis and company landed in Chiang Kai-Shek International Airport barely three hours before the deadline in a rented Lear jet. And though Butler was a registered pilot, qualified for day and night flying in various aircraft, it was Artemis who flew most of the way.
Flying helped him think, he claimed. Also, no one would interrupt while he put the finishing touches to his audacious plan. Artemis was fully aware of the risks involved with this particular scheme. The pivotal element was purely theoretical and the rest was highly unlikely.
He briefed the others on the details in the back of a rented Lexus on the forty-minute drive from the airport to downtown Taipei. The entire group looked drained, even though they had eaten and rested on the plane. Only No.1 was in high spirits. Everywhere he looked there were new wonders to be gaped at, and he could not imagine that anyone would be able to injure him while he was under Butler's protection.
'The bad news is that we are running close to the deadline," said Artemis. 'So there will be no time to set a trap.'
'And the good news, Artemis?' said Holly grumpily. She was grumpy for a few reasons. She was dressed as a human girl, because Artemis had asked her to save her magic for when it would be needed. She had managed to boost her magical energy by burying a sealed acorn she kept round her neck, but there had been no full moon, so her power reserves were limited. Also she was completely shut off from the People, and to top it all she had no doubt that Ark Sool would have her up on charges if any of them did manage to survive the trade-off. After all, she had brought No.1 halfway across the world instead of escorting him safely to Haven City.
'The good news is that Kong can't be too far ahead of us, so it is unlikely he had time to set up any traps either.'
The Lexus entered the Xinyi district, and Taipei 101 rose from the cityscape like a giant bamboo shoot. The buildings around it seemed to shrink back in awe.
Butler craned his head back to see the top of the five-hundred-plus-metre building. 'We never do anything small, do we?
Why can't we for once have a meeting in a Starbucks?'
'I didn't pick this building,' said Artemis. 'It picked us. Fate has brought us here.'
He tapped Butler on the shoulder and the bodyguard pulled over into the first space he could find. It took forever. Taipei morning traffic was thick and slow-moving and spewed smoke like an irritated dragon.
Many of the thousands of pedestrians and cyclists had smog masks strapped across their faces.
When the vehicle had stopped, Artemis continued his briefing.
'Taipei 101 is a miracle of modern engineering. The architects took their inspiration from the humble bamboo. But this shape alone would not keep the skyscraper steady in the event of an earthquake or high winds, so the designers built it on a frame of concrete-filled steel-boxed super columns, and installed a seven-hundred tonne steel ball as a mass damper pendulum to absorb the force of the wind. Ingenious. The pendulum swings instead of the building.
It's become quite the tourist attraction. You can even watch it from the observation deck. The owners have covered the damper with fifteen centimetres of solid silver, which has been etched by the famous Taiwanese artist Alexander Chou.'
'Thanks for the fine-art lesson,' interrupted Holly. 'Now how about you let us in on your plan. I want to get this over with and take off this ridiculous tracksuit. It's so shiny, I feel sure I can be picked up on satellite.'
'I don't much like this outfit either,' complained No.1, who was dressed in a bonnet and an orange floral muumuu. Orange, he had decided, was definitely not for him.
'Your outfit is the least of your worries,' noted Holly. 'I'm guessing that we're about to hand you over to a bloodthirsty hit man, eh, Artemis?'
'That we are,' confirmed Artemis. 'But only for a few seconds. There will be little or no danger to you. And if my suspicions are correct, it is just possible that we may save Hybras.'
