Eoin Colfer - Artemis Fowl, Book 03 The Eternity Code

Artemis Fowl

* Pub. Date: August 2009

* Publisher: Disney Book Group

* Age Range: 9 to 12

* Series: Artemis Fowl Series , #3

* ISBN-13: 9781423132219

* ISBN: 1423132211

Ever the resourceful young criminal mastermind, Artemis has found away to construct a supercomputer from stolen fairy technology.

Called the "C Cube," it will render all existing human technologyobsolete. Artemis then arranges a meeting with a Chicagobusinessman, Jon Spiro, to offer to suppress the Cube for one year inreturn for gold, his favorite substance. But the meeting is a trap, andSpiro steals the Cube and mortally injures Butler. Artemis knows hisonly hope to save Butler lies in fairy magic, so once again he is forcedto contact his old rival, Captain Holly Short of the LEPrepcon fairypolice. Miraculously, Butler is healed, but there is a catch: he has agedfifteen years. Thus, Butler's infamously ditzy sister, Juliet, is called inas Artemis's bodyguard. Together, they travel to Chicago to steal backthe Cube and ensure that Jon Spiro is put out of business-permanently.

Publishers Weekly

In the second and third books in the series about the 13-year-oldcriminal mastermind, he proves he has a heart after all (in theformer), and, in the latter, craves one more adventure before he turnsto the straight and narrow. "Rapid-fire dialogue and wise-acre humorensure that readers will burn the midnight oil," said PW in a starredreview of Eternity Code. Ages 10-up. (May) Copyright 2004 ReedBusiness Information.

Biography

In the summer of 2001, Eoin Colfer was a teacher in Ireland who hadjust finished up a book called Artemis Fowl -- about a boy in search offairy gold. Colfer struck gold himself when his high-tech fairy talestarring the intrepid 12-year old "criminal mastermind" became ablockbuster bestseller that many considered to be the heir apparentto Harry Potter.

EXCERPT FROM ARTEMIS FOWLS DIARY. DISK 2.

ENCRYPTED.

FOR the past two years my business enterprises have thrived without parental interference. In this time, I have sold the Pyramids to a Western businessman, forged and auctioned off the lost diaries of Leonardo da Vinci and separated the fairy People from a large portion of their precious gold. But my freedom to plot is almost at an end. As I write, my father lies in a hospital bed in Helsinki, where he recovers after a two-year imprisonment by the Russian Mafiya. He is still unconscious following his ordeal, but he will awaken soon and retake control of the Fowl finances.

With two parents resident in Fowl Manor, it will be impossible for me to conduct my various illegal ventures undetected. Previously this would not have been a problem as my father was a bigger crook than me, but Mother is determined that the Fowls are going straight.

However, there is time for one last job. Something that my mother would not approve of. I dont think the fairy folk would like it much either. So I shall not tell them.

PART I: ATTACK

EN FIN, KNIGHTSBRIDGE, LONDON

ARTEMIS Fowl was almost content. His father would be discharged from Helsinkis University Hospital any day now. He himself was looking forward to a delicious late lunch at En Fin, a London seafood restaurant, and his business contact should arrive any moment. All according to plan.

His bodyguard, Butler, was not quite so relaxed. But then again he was never truly at ease one did not become one of the worlds deadliest men by dropping ones guard. The giant Eurasian flitted between tables in the Knightsbridge bistro, positioning the usual security items and clearing exit routes.

Are you wearing the earplugs? he asked his employer.

Artemis sighed deeply. Yes, Butler. Though I hardly think we are in danger here. Its a perfectly legal business meeting in broad daylight, for heavens sake.

The earplugs were actually sonic filter sponges, cannibalized from fairy Lower Elements Police helmets. Butler had obtained the helmets, along with a treasure trove of fairy technology, over a year previously when one of Artemiss schemes pitted him against a fairy SWAT team. The sponges were grown in LEP labs, and had tiny porous membranes that sealed automatically when decibel levels surpassed safety standards.

Maybe so, Artemis, but the thing about assassins is that they like to catch you unawares.

Perhaps, replied Artemis, perusing the menus entree section. But who could possibly have a motive to kill us?

Butler shot one of the half-dozen diners a fierce glare, just in case she was planning something. The woman must have been at least eighty.

They might not be after us. Remember, Jon Spiro is a powerful man. He put a lot of companies out of business. We could be caught in a crossfire.

Artemis nodded. As usual, Butler was right, which explained why they were both still alive. Jon Spiro, the American he was meeting, was just the kind of man to attract assassins bullets. A successful IT billionaire, with a shady past and alleged mob connections. Rumour had it that his company, Fission Chips, had made it to the top on the back of stolen research. Of course, nothing was ever proved not that Chicagos district attorney hadnt tried. Several times.

A waitress wandered over, giving them a dazzling smile.

Hello there, young man. Would you like to see the childrens menu?

A vein pulsed in Artemiss temple.

No, mademoiselle, I would not like to see the childrens menu. I have no doubt the childrens menu itself tastes better than the meals on it. I would like to order a la carte. Or dont you serve fish to minors?

The waitresss smile shrank by a couple of molars. Artemiss vocabulary had that effect on most people.

Butler rolled his eyes. And Artemis wondered who would want to kill him.

Most of the waiters and tailors in Europe, for a start.

Yes, sir, stammered the unfortunate waitress. Whatever you like.

What I would like is a medley of shark and swordfish, pan-seared, on a bed of vegetables and new potatoes.

And to drink?

Spring water. Irish, if you have it. And no ice, please, as your ice is no doubt made from tap water, which rather defeats the purpose of spring water.

The waitress scurried to the kitchen, relieved to escape from the pale youth at table six. Shed seen a vampire movie once. The undead creature had the very same hypnotic stare. Maybe the kid spoke like a grown-up because he was actually five hundred years old.

Artemis smiled in anticipation of his meal, unaware of the consternation hed caused.

Youre going to be a big hit at the school dances, Butler commented.

Pardon?

That poor girl was almost in tears. It wouldnt hurt you to be nice occasionally.

Artemis was surprised. Butler rarely offered opinions on personal matters.

I dont see myself at school dances, Butler.

Dancing isnt the point. Its all about communication.

Communication? scoffed young Master Fowl. I doubt there is a teenager alive with a vocabulary equal to mine.

Butler was about to point out the difference between talking and communicating when the restaurant door opened. A small tanned man entered, flanked by a veritable giant. Jon Spiro and his security.

Butler bent low to whisper in his charges ear. Be careful, Artemis. I know the big one by reputation.