The Eternity Code

The Eternity Code by Eoin Colfer

 

 

 

 

To the Power family

 

In-laws and Outlaws

 

 

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

 

Excerpt from Artemis Fowl’s 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 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 is recovering 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 I, 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 don’t think the fairy folk would like it much either. So I shall not tell them.

 

 

 

 

 

PART 1

 

ATTACK

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

 

 

THE CUBE

 

 

Knightsbridge, London

 

 

Artemis Fowl was almost content. His father would be discharged from Helsinki’s University Hospital any day now. He himself was looking forward to a delicious lunch at En Fin, a London seafood restaurant, and his business contact was due to arrive at 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 world’s deadliest men by dropping one’s guard.

 

The giant Eurasian man flitted between tables in the Knightsbridge bistro, hiding 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. It’s a perfectly legal business meeting in broad daylight, for heaven’s 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, when one of Artemis’s schemes had pitted him against a fairy SWAT team more than a year before. 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 menu’s entrée 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 might be 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 who attracted assassins’ bullets—a successful IT billionaire with a shady past and alleged Mob connections. Rumor had it that his company, Fission Chips, had made it to the top on the back of stolen research. Of course, nothing was ever proven. Not that Chicago’s district attorney hadn’t tried. Several times.

 

A waitress wandered over, smiling a dazzling smile.

 

“Hello there, young man. Would you like to see the hildren’s menu?”

 

A vein pulsed in Artemis’s temple.

 

“No, mademoiselle, I would not like to see the children’s menu. I have no doubt that the children’s menu itself tastes better than the meals on it. I would like to order à la carte. Or don’t you serve fish to minors?”

 

The waitress’s smile shrunk by a couple of molars. Artemis’s 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 julienned 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. She’d seen a vampire movie once. The undead creature had 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 he’d caused.

 

“You’re going to be a big hit at the school dances,” Butler commented.

 

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