Eoin Colfer - Artemis Fowl 04 - The Opal Deception

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THE OPAL DECEPTION
Artemis Fowl Book 04
Eoin Colfer
After his last run-in with the fairies, Artemis Fowl had his mind wiped of his memories of the world
belowground. Any goodness he had grudgingly learned is now gone, and the young genius has reverted
to his criminal lifestyle.
Artemis is in Berlin preparing to steal a famously well-guarded painting from a German bank. Little does
he know that his every move is being watched by his cunning old rival, Opal Koboi the evil pixie has
spent the last year in a self-induced coma, plotting her revenge on all those who foiled her attempt to
destroy the LEP-RECON fairy police. And Artemis is at the top of her list. In a brilliant move, Opal
escapes by cloning herself- and masquerading as a human in order to carry out her schemes. Her first act
is to lure Captain Holly Short and Commander Root into a deadly trap. Her next step is to destroy
Artemis by turning his own genius against him.
Once again, it’s up to Artemis Fowl to stop the human and fairy worlds from colliding, only this time,
Artemis may have found an enemy who may have finally outsmarted him.
For Sarah - The pen is mightier than the word processor.
PROLOGUE
This article was posted on the fairy Internet, on the site www.horsesense.nom. It is believed that this site
is maintained by the centaur Foaly, technical consultant to the Lower Elements Police, although this has
never been proved. Almost every detail of the following account contradicts the official release from the
LEP Press Office.
We’ve all heard the official explanation for the tragic events surrounding the Zito Probe investigation. The
LEP’s statement contained little in the way of concrete detail, preferring to fudge the facts and question
the decisions of a certain female officer.
I know for an absolute fact that the officer in question, Captain Holly Short, behaved in an exemplary
manner, and if it had not been for her skill as a field operative, many more lives would have been lost.
Instead of scapegoating Captain Short, the Lower Elements Police should give her a medal.
Humans are at the center of this particular case.
Most humans aren’t smart enough to find the leg holes in their trousers, but there are certain Mud Men
clever enough to make me nervous. If they discover the existence of an underground fairy city, they will
certainly do their best to exploit the residents. Most men would be no match for superior fairy
technology, but there are some humans who are almost smart enough to pass as fairies. One human in
particular. I think we all know who I’m talking about.
In fairy history only one human has bested us. And it really sticks in my hoof that this particular human is
little more than a boy. Artemis Fowl, the Irish criminal mastermind.
Little Arty led the LEP in a merry dance across the continents, until finally, they used fairy technology to
wipe the knowledge of our existence from his mind.
But even as the gifted centaur Foaly pressed the mind-wipe button, he wondered if the Fairy People
were being fooled again. Had the Irish boy left something behind to make himself remember? Of course
he had, as we were all to find out later.
Artemis Fowl does play a significant role in the following events, but for once he was not trying to steal
from the People, as he had completely forgotten we existed. No, the mastermind behind this episode is
actually a fairy.
So, who is involved in this tragic tale of two worlds? Who are the main fairy players? Obviously, Foaly is
the real hero of the piece. Without his innovations, the LEP would soon be beating the Mud Men back
from our doors. He is the unsung hero who solves riddles of the ages, while the Reconnaissance and
Retrieval teams swan about aboveground taking all the glory.
Then there’s Captain Holly Short, the officer whose reputation is under fire. Holly is one of the LEP’S
best and brightest. A natural- born pilot with a gift for improvisation in the field.
She’s not the best at taking orders, a trait that has landed her in trouble on more than one occasion. Holly
was the fairy at the center of all the Artemis Fowl incidents. The pair had almost become friends, when
the Council ordered the LEP to mind-wipe Artemis, and just when he was becoming a nice Mud Boy,
too.
As we all know, Commander Julius Root had a role in the proceedings. The youngest-ever full
commander in the LEP.
An elf who had steered the People through many a crisis. Not the easiest fairy to get along with, but
sometimes the best leaders do not make the best friends.
I suppose Mulch Diggums deserves mention.
Until recently, Mulch was imprisoned, but he had once again managed to wriggle his way out. This
kleptomaniac, flatulent dwarf has played a reluctant part in many of the Fowl adventures, hut Holly was
glad to have his help on this mission. If not for Mulch and his bodily functions, things could have turned
out a lot worse than they did. And they turned out badly enough.
At the very center of this case lies Opal Koboi, the pixie who bankrolled the goblin gang’s attempted
takeover of Haven City.
Opal had been facing a lifetime behind laser bars.
That is, if she ever recovered from the coma that had claimed the pixie when Holly Short foiled her plan.
For almost a year, Opal Koboi had languished in the padded- cell wing of the J. Argon Clinic, showing
no response to the medical warlocks who tried to revive her. In all that time, she spoke not a single
word, ate not a mouthful of food, and exhibited no response to stimuli. At first the authorities were
suspicious. It is an act! they declared. Koboi is faking catatonia to avoid prosecution. But as the months
rolled by, even the most skeptical were convinced. No one could pretend to be in a coma for almost a
year. Surely not. A fairy would have to be totally obsessed…
Chapter 1: TOTALLY OBSESSED.
The J. Argon Clinic, Haven City , The Lower Elements; Three Months Earlier.
The J. Argon Clinic was not a state hospital. Nobody stayed there for free. Argon and his staff of
psychologists only treated fairies who could afford it. Of all the clinic’s wealthy patients, Opal Koboi was
unique. She had set up an emergency fund for herself more than a year before she was committed, just in
case she ever went insane and needed to pay for treatment. It was a smart move. If Opal hadn’t set up
the fund, her family would undoubtedly have moved her to a cheaper facility. Not that the facility itself
made much difference to Koboi, who had spent the past year drooling and having her reflexes tested. Dr.
Argon doubted if Opal would have noticed a bull troll beating its chest before her.
The fund was not the only reason why Opal was unique. Koboi was the Argon Clinic’s celebrity patient.
Following the attempt by the B’wa Kell goblin triad to seize power, Opal Koboi’s name had become the
most infamous four syllables under the world. After all, the pixie billionairess had formed an alliance with
disgruntled LEP officer Briar Cudgeon, and funded the triad’s war on Haven. Koboi had betrayed her
own kind, and now her own mind was betraying her.
For the first six months of Koboi’s incarceration, the clinic had been besieged by media filming the pixie’s
every twitch. The LEP guarded her cell door in shifts, and every staff member in the facility was treated
to background checks and stern glares.
Nobody was exempt. Even Dr. Argon himself was subjected to random DNA swabs to ensure that he
was who he said he was. The LEP wasn’t taking any chances with Koboi. If she escaped from Argon’s
Clinic, not only would they be the laughingstock of the fairy world, but a highly dangerous criminal would
be unleashed on Haven City.
But as time went by, fewer camera crews turned up at the gates each morning. After all, how many hours
of drooling can an audience be expected to sit through? Gradually, the LEP crews were downsized from
a dozen to six and finally to a single officer per shift. Where could Opal Koboi go? the authorities
reasoned. There were a dozen cameras focused on her, twenty-four hours a day.
There was a subcutaneous seeker-sleeper under the skin of her upper arm, and she was DNA swabbed
four times daily. And even if someone did get Opal out, what could they do with her? The pixie couldn’t
even stand without help, and the sensors said her brain waves were little more than flat lines.
That said, Dr. Argon was very proud of his prize patient, and mentioned her name often at dinner parties.
Since Opal Koboi had been admitted to the clinic, it had become almost fashionable to have a relative in
therapy. Almost every family on the rich list had a crazy uncle in the attic. Now that crazy uncle could
receive the best of care in the lap of luxury.
If only every fairy in the facility was as docile as Opal Koboi. All she needed was a few intravenous
tubes and a monitor, which had been more than paid for by her first six months’ medical fees. Dr. Argon
fervently hoped that little Opal never woke up. Because once she did, the LEP would haul her off to
court. And when she had been convicted of treason her assets would be frozen, including the clinic’s
fund. No, the longer Opal’s nap lasted, the better for everyone, especially her. Because of their thin
skulls and large brain volume, pixies were susceptible to various maladies, such as catatonia, amnesia,
and narcolepsy. So it was quite possible that her coma would last for several years. And even if Opal did
wake up, it was quite possible that her memory would stay locked up in some drawer in her huge pixie
brain.
Dr. J. Argon did his rounds every night. He didn’t perform much hands-on therapy anymore, but he felt
that it was good for the staff to feel his presence.
If the other doctors knew that Jerbal Argon kept his finger on the pulse, then they were more likely to
keep their own fingers on that pulse, too.
Argon always saved Opal for last. It calmed him somehow to see the small pixie asleep in her harness.
Often at the end of a stressful day, he even envied Opal her untroubled existence. When it had all
become too much for the pixie, her brain had simply shut down, all except for the most vital functions.
She still breathed, and occasionally the monitors registered a dream spike in her brain waves. But other
than that, for all intents and purposes, Opal Koboi was no more.
On one fateful night, Jerbal Argon was feeling more stressed than usual. His wife was suing for divorce
on the grounds that he hadn’t said more than six consecutive words to her in over two years. The Council
was threatening to pull his government grant because of all the money he was making from his new
celebrity clients, and he had a pain in his hip that no amount of magic could seem to cure. The warlocks
said it was probably all in his head. They seemed to think that was funny.
Argon limped down the clinic’s eastern wing, checking the plasma chart of each patient as he passed
their room. He winced each time his left foot touched the floor.
The two janitor pixies, Mervall and Descant Brill were outside Opal’s room, picking up dust with static
brushes. Pixies made wonderful employees. They were methodical, patient, and determined. When a
pixie was instructed to do something, you could rest assured that that thing would be done. Plus, they
were cute, with their baby faces and disproportionately large heads. Just looking at a pixie cheered most
people up. They were walking therapy.
‘Evening, boys,“ said Argon. ”How’s our favorite patient?“
Merv, the elder twin, glanced up from his brush.
‘Same old, same old, Jerry,“ he said. ”I thought she moved a toe earlier, but it was just a trick of the
light.“
Argon laughed, but it was forced. He did not like to be called Jerry. It was his clinic after all; he deserved
some respect. But good janitors were like gold dust, and the Brill brothers had been keeping the building
spotless and shipshape for nearly two years now. The Brills were almost celebrities themselves. Twins
were very rare among the People. Mervall and Descant were the only pixie pair currently residing in
Haven. They had been featured on several TV programs, including Canto, PPTV’S highest- rated chat
show.
LEP’S Corporal Grub Kelp was on sentry duty. When Argon reached Opal’s room, the corporal was
engrossed in a movie on his video goggles. Argon didn’t blame him.
Guarding Opal Koboi was about as exciting as watching toenails grow.
‘Good film?“ inquired the doctor pleasantly.
Grub raised the lenses. “Not bad. It’s a human Western. Plenty of shooting and squinting.”
‘Maybe I’ll borrow it when you’re finished?“
‘No problem, doctor. But handle it carefully.
Human disks are very expensive. I’ll give you a special cloth.“
Argon nodded. He remembered Grub Kelp now. The LEP officer was very particular about his
possessions. He had already written two letters of complaint to the clinic board about a protruding floor
rivet that had scratched his boots.
Argon consulted Koboi’s chart. The plasma screen on the wall displayed a constantly updated feed from
the sensors attached to her temples. There was no change, nor did he expect there to be. Her vitals were
all normal, and her brain activity was minimal. She’d had a dream earlier in the evening but now her mind
had settled. And finally, as if he needed telling, the seeker-sleeper implanted in her arm informed him that
Opal Koboi was indeed where she was supposed to be. Generally, the seeker-sleepers were implanted
in the head, but pixie skulls were too fragile for any local surgery.
Jerbal punched in his personal code on the reinforced door’s keypad. The heavy door slid back to reveal
a spacious room with gently pulsing floor mood lights. The walls were soft plastic, and gentle sounds of
nature spilled from recessed speakers. At the moment a brook was splashing over flat rocks.
In the middle of the room, Opal Koboi hung suspended in a full body harness. The straps were gel
padded and they adjusted automatically to any body movement. If Opal did happen to wake, the harness
could be remotely triggered to seal like a net, preventing her from harming herself or escaping.
Argon checked the monitor pads, making sure they had good contact on Koboi’s forehead. He lifted one
of the pixie’s eyelids, shining a pencil light at the pupil. It contracted slightly, but Opal did not avert her
eyes.
‘Well, anything to tell me today, Opal?“ asked the doctor softly. ”An opening chapter for my book?“
Argon liked to talk to Koboi, just in case she could hear. When she woke up, he reasoned, he would
have already established rapport.
‘Nothing? Not a single insight?“
Opal did not react. As she hadn’t for almost a year.
‘Ah well,“ said Argon, swabbing the inside of Koboi’s mouth with the last cotton ball in his pocket.
”Maybe tomorrow, eh?“
He rolled the cotton ball across a sponge pad on his clipboard. Seconds later, Opal’s name flashed up
on a tiny screen.
‘DNA never lies,“ muttered Argon, tossing the ball into a recycling bin.
With one last look at his patient, Jerbal Argon turned toward the door.
‘Sleep well, Opal,“ he said almost fondly.
He felt calm again, the pain in his hip almost forgotten. Koboi was as far under as she had ever been.
She wasn’t going to wake up any time soon. The Koboi fund was safe.
It’s amazing just how wrong one gnome can be.
Opal Koboi was not catatonic, but neither was she awake. She was somewhere in between, floating in a
liquid world of meditation, where every memory was a bubble of multicolored light popping gently in her
consciousness.
Since her early teens Opal had been a disciple of Gola Schweem, the cleansing coma guru. Schweem’s
theory was that there was a deeper level of sleep than experienced by most fairies.
The cleansing coma state could usually only be reached after decades of discipline and practice. Opal
had reached her first cleansing coma at the age of fourteen.
The benefits of the cleansing coma were that a fairy could spend the sleep time thinking, or in this case,
plotting, and also awake feeling completely refreshed. Opal’s coma was so complete that her mind was
almost entirely separated from her body. She could fool the sensors, and felt no embarrassment at the
indignities of intravenous feeding and assisted bathings. The longest recorded consciously self-induced
coma was forty-seven days. Opal had been under for eleven months and counting, though she wasn’t
planning to be counting much longer.
When Opal Koboi had joined forces with Briar Cudgeon and his goblins, she had realized that she would
need a backup plan. Their scheme to overthrow the LEP had been ingenious, but there had always been
a chance that something could go wrong. In the event that it did, Opal had had no intention of spending
the rest of her life in prison. The only way she could make a clean getaway was if everybody thought she
was still locked up. So Opal had begun to make preparations.
The first had been to set up the emergency fund for the Argon Clinic. This would ensure that she would
be sent to the right place if she had to induce a cleansing coma. The second step had been to get two of
her most trusted personnel installed in the clinic, to help with her eventual escape. Then she began
siphoning huge amounts of gold from her businesses. Opal did not wish to become an impoverished exile.
The final step had been to donate some of her own DNA, and green-light the creation of a clone that
would take her place in the padded cell. Cloning was completely illegal, and had been banned by fairy
law for more than five hundred years, since the first experiments in Atlantis. Cloning was by no means a
perfect science. Doctors had never been able to create an exact fairy clone. The clones looked fine, but
they were basically shells with only enough brain power to run the body’s basic functions. They were
missing the spark of true life. A fully grown clone resembled nothing more than the original person in a
coma. Perfect.
Opal had had a greenhouse lab constructed far from Koboi Industries, and had diverted enough funds to
keep the project active for two years: the exact time it would take to grow a clone of herself to
adulthood. Then, when she wanted to escape from the Argon Clinic, a perfect replica of herself would be
left in her place. The LEP would never know she was gone.
As things had turned out, she had been right to plan ahead. Briar had proved treacherous, and a small
group of fairies and humans had ensured that his betrayal would lead to her own downfall. Now Opal
had a goal to bolster her willpower. She would maintain this coma for as long as it took, because there
was a score to be settled. Foaly, Root, Holly Short, and the human Artemis Fowl. They were the ones
responsible for her defeat. Soon she would be free of this clinic, and then she would visit those who had
caused her such despair and give them a little despair of their own. Once her enemies were defeated she
could proceed with the second phase of her plan: introducing the Mud Men to the People in a way that
could not be covered up by a few mind wipes. The secret life of fairies was almost at an end.
Opal Koboi’s brain released a few happy endorphins. The thought of revenge always gave her a warm
fuzzy feeling.
The Brill brothers watched Dr.
Argon limp up the corridor.
‘ Moron ,“ muttered Merv, using his telescopic vacuum pole to chase some dust out of a corner.
‘You said it,“ agreed Scant. ”Old Jerry couldn’t analyze a bowl of vole curry. No wonder his wife is
leaving him. If he was any good as a shrink, he would’ve seen that coming.“
Merv collapsed the vacuum. “How are we doing?”
Scant checked his moonometer. “Ten past eight.”
‘Good. How’s Corporal Kelp?“
‘Still watching the movie. This guy is perfect.
We have to go tonight. The LEP could send someone smart for the next shift. And if we wait any longer
the clone will grow another inch.“
‘You’re right. Check the spy cameras.“
Scant lifted the lid on what appeared to be a janitor’s trolley, festooned as it was with mops, rags, and
sprays. Hidden beneath a tray of vacuum nozzles, was a color monitor split into several screens.
‘Well?“ hissed Merv.
Scant did not answer immediately, taking time to check all the screens. The video feed was from various
microcameras that Opal had installed around the clinic before her incarceration. The spy cameras were
actually genetically engineered organic material.
So the pictures they sent were literally a live feed. The world’s first living machines. Totally undetectable
by bug sweepers.
‘Night crew only,“ he said at last.
‘Nobody in this sector except Corporal Idiot over there.“
‘What about the parking lot?“
‘Clear.“
Merv held out his hand. “Okay, brother. This is it. No turning back. Are we in? Do we want Opal Koboi
back?”
Scant blew a lock of black hair from one round pixie eye.
‘Yes, because if she comes back on her own, Opal will find a way to make us suffer,“ he said, shaking
his brother’s hand. ”So yes, we’re in.“
Merv took a remote control from his pocket.
The device was tuned to a sonix receiver planted in the clinic’s gable wall. This in turn was connected to
a balloon of acid that lay gently on the clinic’s main power cube in the parking lot junction box. A second
balloon sat atop the backup cube in the maintenance basement. As the clinic’s janitors, it had been a
simple matter for Merv and Scant to plant the acid balloons the previous evening. Of course, the Argon
Clinic was also connected to the main grid, but if the cubes did go down, there would be a two-minute
interval before the main power kicked in.
There was no need for more elaborate arrangements; after all, this was a medical facility, not a prison.
Merv took a deep breath, flicked the safety cover, and pressed the red button. The remote control
emitted an infrared command activating two sonix charges. The charges sent out sound waves that burst
the balloons, and the balloons dumped their acidic contents on the clinic’s power cubes.
Twenty seconds later the cubes were completely eaten away and the whole building was plunged into
darkness. Merv and Scant quickly put on night-vision goggles.
As soon as the power failed, green strip lights began pulsing gently on the floor, guiding the way to the
exits. Merv and Scant moved quickly and purposefully. Scant steered the trolley, and Merv made straight
for Corporal Kelp.
Grub was pulling the video glasses from over his eyes.
‘Hey,“ he said, disoriented by the sudden darkness.
‘What’s going on here?“
‘Power failure,“ said Merv, bumping into him with calculated clumsiness. ”Those lines are a nightmare.
I’ve been telling Dr. Argon, but nobody wants to spend money on maintenance when there are fancy
company cars to be bought.“
Merv was not chatting for the fun of it; he was waiting for the soluble sedative pad he had pressed onto
Grub’s wrist to take effect.
‘Tell me about it,“ said Grub, suddenly blinking a lot more than he generally did. ”I’ve been lobbying for
new lockers at Police Plaza. I’m really thirsty. Is anyone else thirsty?“ Grub stiffened, frozen by the serum
that was spreading through his system. The LEP officer would snap out of it in under two minutes and be
instantly alert. He would have no memory of his unconsciousness, and with luck, he would not notice the
time lapse.
‘Go,“ said Scant tersely.
Merv was already gone. With ease, he punched Dr. Argon’s code into Opal’s door.
He completed this action faster than Argon ever could, due to hours spent practicing on a stolen pad in
his apartment. Argon’s code changed every week, but the Brill brothers made certain that they were
cleaning outside the room when Argon was on his rounds. The pixies generally had the complete code by
midweek.
The battery-powered pad light winked green, and the door slid back. Opal Koboi swung gently before
him, suspended in her harness like a bug in an exotic cocoon.
Merv winched her down onto the trolley. Moving briskly, and with practiced precision, he rolled up
Opal’s sleeve and located the scar in her upper arm where the seeker-sleeper had been inserted. He
gripped the hard lump between his thumb and forefinger.
‘Scalpel,“ he said, holding out his free hand.
Scant passed him the instrument. Merv took a breath, held it, and made a one-inch incision in Opal’s
flesh. He wiggled his index finger into the hole and rolled out the electronic capsule. It was encased in
silicone and roughly the size of a painkiller.
‘Seal it up,“ he ordered.
Scant bent close to the wound and placed a thumb at each end.
‘Heal,“ he whispered, and blue sparks of fairy magic ran rings around his fingers, sinking into the wound.
In seconds the folds of skin had zipped themselves together, with only a pale pink scar to show that a cut
had been made-a scar almost identical to the one that already existed. Opal’s own magic had dried up
months ago, as she was in no position to complete a power-restoring ritual.
‘Miss Koboi,“ said Merv briskly. ”Time to get up. Wakeywakey.“
He unstrapped Opal completely from the harness.
The unconscious pixie collapsed onto the lid of the cleaning trolley. Merv slapped her across the cheek,
bringing a blush to her face. Opal’s breathing rate increased slightly, but her eyes remained closed.
‘Jolt her,“ said Scant.
Merv pulled an LEP‘-ISSUE buzz baton from inside his jacket. he powered it up and touched Opal on
the elbow. The Pixi’s body jerked spasmodically and Opal Coboy shot into consciousness: a sleeper,
waking from a nightmare.
Cudgean!“ she screamed. ”You betrayed me!“
Merv grabbed her shoulders. “Miss Coboy! it’s us! Mervall and Descant. It’s time.”
Opal glared at him, wild eyed.
‘Brill?“ she said after several deep breaths.
‘That’s right. Merv and Scant. We need to go.“
‘Go? What do you mean?“
‘Leave,“ said Merv urgently. ”We have about a minute.“
Opal shook her head, dislodging the after-trance daze. “Merv and Scant. We need to go.”
Merv helped her from the trolley’s lid. “That’s right. The clone is ready.”
Scant peeled back a sealed foil false bottom in the trolley. Inside lay a cloned replica of Opal Koboi
wearing an Argon Clinic coma suit. The clone was identical, down to the last follicle. Scant removed an
oxygen mask from the clone’s face, hauled it from its resting place, and began cinching her into the
harness.
‘Remarkable,“ said Opal, brushing the clone’s skin with her knuckle. ”Am I that beautiful?“
‘Oh yes,“ said Merv. ”That and more.“
Suddenly, Opal screeched. “Idiots. Its eyes are open. It can see me!
‘Don’t fret, Miss,“ said Scant, folding the trolley’s false bottom over his mistress.
‘Very soon now, that will be the least of Foaly’s worries.“
Opal strapped the oxygen mask across her face.
‘Later,“ she said, her voice muffled by the plastic. ”Talk, later.“
Koboi drifted into a natural sleep, exhausted by even this small exertion. It could be hours before the
pixie regained consciousness. After a coma of that length, there was even the risk that Opal would never
be quite as smart as she once was.
‘Time?“ said Merv.
Scant glanced at his moonometer. “Thirty seconds left.”
Merv finished cinching the straps exactly as they had been. Pausing only to dab sweat from his brow, he
made a second incision with his scalpel, this time in the clone’s arm, and inserted the seeker-sleeper.
While Scant sealed the cut with a blast of magical sparks, Merv rearranged the cleaning paraphernalia
over the trolley’s false section.
Scant bobbed impatiently. “Eight seconds, seven. By the gods, this is the last time I break the boss out of
a clinic and replace her with a clone.”
Corporal Grub slumped slightly, then jerked to attention.
‘Hey… what the? I’m really thirsty.
Is anyone else thirsty?“
Merv stuffed the night-vision goggles into the trolley, blinking a bead of sweat from his eyelid.
‘It’s the air in here. I get dehydrated all the time. Terrible headaches.“
Grub pinched the bridge of his nose. “Me too. I’m going to write a letter, as soon as the lights come
back.”
Just then the lights did come back, flickering on one after another down the length of the corridor.
‘There we go,“ grinned Scant. ”Panic over.
Maybe now they’ll buy us some new circuits, eh, brother?“
Dr. Argon came barrelling down the passageway, almost keeping pace with the flickering lights.
‘Your hip is better, then, Jerry?“ said Merv.
Argon ignored the pixies, his eyes wide, his breath ragged.
‘Corporal Kelp,“ he panted. ”Koboi, is she? Has she…“
Grub rolled his eyes.
‘Calm yourself, Doctor. Miss Coboy is still suspended where you left her. Take a look.“ Argon flattened
his palm against the wall, first checking the vitals.
‘Ok… No change, no change… A two minute laps but - that’s OK.“
‘I told you“, said Grub, ”and while you’re here I need to talk to you about these headaches I’ve been
having.“
Argon brushed him aside. “I need a cotton ball. Scant, do you have any?”
Scant slapped his pockets. “Sorry, Jerry. Not on me.”
‘Don’t call me Jerry!“ howled Jerbal Argon, ripping the lid from the cleaning trolley.
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