Qwan was on his way into a trance. 'No science. Just magic. Feel your way home, Artemis Fowl.'
Mulch rubbed his hairy palms together. 'I am going to enjoy this.'
Holly reached down and grasped No.l's wrist, pulling him over the sill. She was dismayed to see that her own arms were not as invisible as she would have hoped. Her magic was wearing thin. Shielding was a real power siphon. She would flicker into visibility soon whether they were safely away or not.
Holly did her best, widening the spread as much as possi-ble, setting the trigger on automatic. If she'd had her full combat pack, then there wouldn't have been a problem. A few flash grenades at the right moment would have stunned the entire wave of demons, and a pulse assault rifle could have held them back for a few hundred years if necessary. As it was, she had one handgun, no back-up and a time surge gobbling half her rays. It seemed an impossible task to slow down Abbot and his goons long enough for Artemis to reach the bomb. And even if she did manage it, what then?
When she drew level, Butler placed a guiding and protective hand on her back.
Minerva didn't rush. She picked her way around tourists and tables as she walked steadily towards them.
No.l stared at his throbbing hand. Power still shimmered around his fingertips, a tiny heat haze.