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Artemis
Fowl Holly unhooked a set of wings from
their bracket. They were double ovals, with a clunky motor. She
moaned. Dragonflies. She hated that model. Petrol engine, if you
don't mind. And heavier than a pig dipped in mud. Now the
Hummingbird Z7, that was transport. Whisper silent, with a
satellite-bounced solar battery that would fly you twice around the
world. But there were budget cuts again. On her wrist, the locator
began to bleep. She was in range. Holly stepped out of the pod and
on to the landing bay. She was inside a camouflaged mound of earth,
commonly known as a fairy fort. Indeed, the People used to live in
these until they were driven deeper underground. There wasn't much
technology. Just a few external monitors, and a self-destruct
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