Sacramento California

Stark Industries Building 4B Historical Documentation:

Footsteps echoed in the long hallway as three figures walked in silence along the dimly lit hall. The first figure, who seemed to be leading the other two, wore a cheap black suit and walked quickly as if he were actually scared of the people behind him. That comparison might actually not be far off from the truth. For the man actually found the two behind him frightening.

The one taking up the rear was huge, over seven feet tall. He looked like he could crush a rock just by squeezing it. He was defiantly not the type of person you want to mess with. The second person, who was walking in the middle of the two men, was completely different. He was young, only around fifteen years old. He wore a black collared shirt and dress pants and shoes that looked like they would cost around two hundred dollars. His dark hair fell over his eyes, which were something entirely different all in itself. One was blue and the other was hazel. The kid didn't look scary, but to the man in the front, he felt just as dangerous as the giant, if not more.

Finally the man in the front reached a door on the side of the hall. After a few seconds of fumbling with a set of keys on a ring he unlocked and the room. Sighing and running a hand through his hair he entered the room. The other two followed.

"Well, here it is," The man said, "This is where we store all the historical documents of the thirteenth century we've managed to recover. You wanted to see a Morcasin tablet right? Uh…Mister Fowl?" He was talking not to the giant but to the fifteen year old, who nodded.

"Yes, Thank you Mister Jefferson, I trust you can get it for us?" Jefferson's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, yes! Of course," He once again took out his many keys. The room they were all in was relatively small, but there was a table in the middle of it and lockers covered the walls from ceiling to floor. Jefferson went over to one of the lockers and inserted a key. The lock unlatched. Jefferson grabbed the handle and pulled the locker out. There was a small metal case inside it. Jefferson removed the case from locker and set it down on the table, Where Artemis Fowl and Butler took a seat. Jefferson inserted his key into the case's lock and unlocked it. The case's lid sprang open. Inside was a small tablet with ancient writing on it. It looked to be made out of some sort of thin bone. Jefferson set it down on a cloth and stood up.

"There you go; I'm told you're allowed one hour to examine it. But that's all, and you can't take any pictures of it."

"Mister Jefferson if you recall we didn't have any cameras and you confiscated our cell phones when we arrived," Artemis said, almost in a bored tone. Jefferson bit his lip.

"Yeah…right…uh…well, if that's all…" he trailed off. Artemis nodded.

"You may go, and thank you for the assistance," Jefferson looked relived and headed for the door.

"Uh sure, no problem," Jefferson said. A second latter he left the room. Artemis and Butler stayed silent as they listened to Jefferson's fading footsteps. After they had gone Butler spoke up.

"We're not here for that tablet, are we?" The big man said. Artemis shook his head.

"No, we're not," The Irish boy answered.

"Normally I wouldn't ask questions, but this time I'm curious, I thought you gave up your criminal activities. At least big stuff like this seems to be," Artemis's eyelids lowered.

"I didn't come here to steal anything," Then he smirked, "But that doesn't mean I can't look," Butler rose and eyebrow.

"Look?"

"There's something else in this room," Artemis said, "Something even I was denied access to," Butler nodded.

"Ok now I get it. I take it you don't want to be seen looking at whatever it is you're after," Butler said, eyeing the security camera. Artemis nodded.

"I'm sure you know all about this buildings security system," Artemis guessed. Butler nodded. He always made it a point to know everything there is to know about where they were going.

"Well?" Artemis guessed, "I take it since we're talking freely there's no audio surveillance?" Butler shook his head.

"No, but this building has an advanced video system. Almost as good as Fowl Manors. The video is all high resolution so nothings missed. Also, the system resets itself every three minutes."

"Rather paranoid these Americans. So we can't loop a feed?" Artemis asked. If the system reset itself then looping the feed wouldn't work. After the system was reset the loop would be lost. In theory anyway.

"Actually we can," Butler answered, "But whatever we're going to do, we have to do it fast, because after the system resets the loops gone the video would be live again. Artemis thought.

Three minutes huh?

He smiled.

"I think I can manage," Butler nodded.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Just keep track of time," Artemis told him. Butler nodded once again.

"Tell me when to start," Artemis said. He bent over the table and pretended to examine the bone tablet. He was actually pushing buttons on his watch, which was stuffed with fairy technology. The thing was more advanced than the twenty years from now version of the Mac.

Butler eyed the clock on the wall.

"Get ready," he said as he watched the second hand move. Artemis's finger hovered over a button on his watch.

"Now!" Butter said. Artemis smashed the button on his watch.

In the security room the monitors faded for a second, then whizzed back to life. An angry security guard smacked the monitor on the side.

"Stupid piece of junk," he mumbled.

Back in the room Artemis wasted no time. As soon as his finger hit the button he was out of his chair and soon enough standing before a particular locker on the wall. It was the largest one in the room and was in the center of the wall. His eyes glazed over the label on it.

N.A. West Coast –Discovered 1986

This one!

Artemis lifted his right foot. He opened a secret compartment in the bottom of his shoes sole. He pulled out two lock picking tools. Without hesitation he jammed them into the lockers lock. Seconds passed as the teenager worked the lock. He remembered how he, under a different alias of course, was denied access to this. He was told no one was allowed to see it. But Artemis needed to see it. He had his reasons.

"Artemis, Two minutes," Butler said. Artemis gritted his teeth slightly. Finally the lock opened. Artemis placed the tools in his teeth and opened the locker. There was a case inside just like with the Morcasin tablet. Artemis took the tools out of his mouth and went to work on the case's lock. This one was easier. It only took about fifteen seconds. With a click the lock unhinged and the lid sprang open. Artemis stared at the contents of the case. Inside was a book, a journal in fact. The cover was old and worn and the binding was beaten. It was truly a sight for anyone who appreciated such things.

"One minute thirty seconds," Butler's voice shook Artemis from his trance. He raised his hand and hit a button on his watch. There was a camera built into it. Quickly Artemis started taking pictures. Every page, not missing anything.

"Thirty seconds," Artemis felt a bead of sweat roll down his face. He was almost done.

"Ten seconds Artemis!"

Finished!

Artemis closed the book and slammed the case and locker shut. He bolted to his seat. With two seconds left he resumed the position he had been in when the loop had started.

Back in the security room the monitor flickered but other than that, nothing was wrong.

Artemis sighed.

"That was cutting it a little close Artemis," Butler commented. Artemis sighed again.

"If I had a bar of gold for every time I thought that,"

Five Hours later

On a plane flying to Ireland.

Artemis sat in a cozy chair in his privet jet. They had just left California. Artemis had pretended to study the tablet for another fifteen minutes after he had taken pictures of the book. After that he left. Simply walked out of the building, briefly thanking the manager for being allowed in. He had gotten some strange looks, but that was it.

Artemis booted up his laptop. He spent the next minute sending the pictures of the book to the device. Narrowing his eyes he brought up the pictures. It was written in a foreign language. But luckily it was one that Artemis knew. He spent the next fifteen minutes browsing the contents of the book. But he couldn't find what he was looking for. Then…

His eyes widened.

There!

He read it one more time.

And it rose out of the waters. The angry ocean swirling around it.

Artemis smiled his vampire smile.

"Mu…"

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Authors Note- Well there it is, the first chapter. How do you like it? I owe the inspiration of this story to Gmontag's story Artemis Fowl: the book of ages. Probably the best AF fan fiction I've ever read. But this story won't be similar to his/hers (Sorry don't know). I only used the concept of using Mu. This is kinda going to be like Artemis fowl and Co. go on and Indiana Jones adventure. I don't know…I like it…