“I’ll have a cup of earl grey please.” He did not know if he’d like earl grey, but knew Artemis Fowl enjoyed it so he thought he’d try it. The woman behind the counter stared at him for several uncomfortable moments and then looked at the television screen as subtly as she could manage, which was blatantly obvious.
“Yes, I look like him. I’ve been told,” he said with a smile and an airy sigh. She didn’t quite buy it, judging his age and appearance.
“What school do you go to son?” she asked trying to be casual. The tension in her voice was almost tangible.
“St Brigids,” he replied, saying the first school that came to mind.
“But St Brigids is a girl’s school,” she replied, suddenly anxious. With another lofty sigh, he looked away for a moment before drawing a pistol (he didn’t know what kind) and aiming it at her.
“All right, you got me. Don’t even think about it,” he said, aiming the gun at the phone she just reached for. “In fact,” he said and drew a police baton from his Trinity College sock. With a whip-like crack, the baton struck down on the plastic phone three times, smashing and cracking it into six broken pieces.
“Now,” he said in his naturally calm, polite voice, “My tea, please.” Her hands shook as she hurried to make it for him, and he set the baton down and took it from her when she gave it to him. Taking a sip (he had no free hands to put sugar in it) he put it down with disappointment as it scalded his throat.
“Thank you,” he said, aiming the gun at her.
The bullet pierced her skull before the scream could fully escape her lips. He leapt over the counter and cracked the baton across the waitress who was screaming as she tried the back door. Turning around, he fired at the patrons running madly for their lives, the few of them who had come to the gates of hell this day. Only one of them, one little girl got away. He had a chance to shoot her, still it was not too late, but he decided maybe he’d let her escape.
“Fine! Run then!” he called after her, tears rolling down her cheeks, her blonde pigtails swinging madly. “You’ll have nightmares! Just remember I could have saved you from them!”
To be continued…