tal screen flickered into life in the corner of Holly’s visor. Foaly was broadcasting a visual from Police Plaza. Technically, not something he should be doing for an unofficial operation. The centaur was curious.‘I know what you’re doing by the way,’ said Foaly, wagging a finger.‘I have no idea what you mean,’ said Holly innocently.‘You probably couldn’t help anyway. Spiro’s security is pretty advanced,’ mimicked the centaur. ‘You’re trying to light a fire under my ego. I’m not stupid, Holly.’‘OK. Maybe I am. Do you want the straight truth?’‘Oh, you’re going to tell me the truth now? Interesting tactic for the LEP.’‘The Spiro Needle is a fortress. There’s no way in without you, even Artemis admits it. We’re not looking for equipment, or extra fairy-power. Just advice over the airwaves, maybe a bit of camera work. Keep the lines open, that’s all I’m asking.’Foaly scratched his chin. ‘No way in, eh? Even Artemis admits it.’‘ “We can’t do it without Foaly.” His exact words.’The centaur struggled to keep the smugness from his features.‘Have you got any video?’Holly took a hand-held computer from her belt.‘Artemis shot some film inside the Needle. I’m mailing it to you now.’‘I need a blueprint of the building.’Holly panned her visor left and right, so Foaly could see where she was.‘That’s why I’m up here. To do an X-ray scan. It’ll be in your mainframe in ten minutes.Holly heard a bell chime in her speakers,yellow toms. It was a computer alert. Her mail had arrived in Police Plaza. Foaly opened the file.‘Key codes,toms outlet woman size 10. OK. Cameras. No problem. Wait until I show you what I’ve developed for CCTV cameras. I’m fast-forwarding through the corridors. Dum de dum de dum. Ah, the vault. On the eighty-fifth. Pressure pads, antibiotic mats. Motion sensors. Temperature sensitive lasers. Thermal cameras. Voice-recognition, retina and gel-thumbprint scanners.’ He paused. ‘Impressive, for a Mud Man.’‘You’re telling me,’ agreed Holly. ‘A bit more than two tin cans and a dog.’‘Fowl is right. Without me you’re sunk.’‘So, will you help?’Foaly had to milk the moment. ‘I’m not promising anything, mind . . .’‘Yes,dark gray toms?’‘I’ll keep a screen open for you. But if something comes up . . .’‘I understand.’‘No guarantees.’‘No guarantees. I owe you a carton of carrots.’‘Two cartons. And a case of beetle juice.’‘Done.’The centaur’s face was flushed with the promise of a challenge.‘Will you miss him, Holly?’ he asked suddenly.Holly was caught off-guard by the question.‘Miss who?’ she said, though she already knew.‘The Fowl boy, of course. If everything goes according to plan, we’ll be wiped from his memory. No more wild plots or seat-of-the-pants adventures. It will be a quiet life.’Holly made to avoid Foaly’s gaze, although the helmet cam was point-of-view and the centaur could not see her.‘No,’ she said. ‘I will not miss him.’But her eyes told the real story.Holly circled the Needle several timeRelated articles:

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