Right now I am reading Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer the first book in the series. Here is the page I am now at the moment.
'There's only one way to find out, Root. Are you willing to bet Captain Short's life on your hunch?'
Root's hesitation was highlighted by the hiss of interference. His reply, when it came, was tinged with just the right note of defeat.
'No,' he sighed, 'I'm not. You'll have your gold Fowl. A tonne. Twenty-four carat.'
Artemis smirked. Quite the actor, our Commander Root.
'Thirty minutes, Commader. Count the seconds if your clock's stopped. I'm waiting. But not for long.'
Artemis terminated the contact, settling back in the swivel chair. It would seem as though the bait had been taken. No doubt the LEP analysts had discovered the 'accidental' invitation. The fairies would pay up because they believed gold would be theirs again as soon as he was dead. Vaporized by the bio-bomb. Which, of course, he wouldn't be. In theory.
Butler put three rounds into the door frame. The door itself was steel and would have sent the Devastator slugs ricocheting straight back at him. But the frame was the original porous stone used to build the manor. It crumbled like chalk. A very basic security flaw, and one that would have to be remedied once this business was over.
Master Artemis was waiting calmly in his chair by the monitor bank.
- Debolina Raja Gupta