Artemis pressed the intercom button before he remembered no one was there to answer it. Gritting his teeth, he jumped up and rushed to the door. On the very day that Butler had his day off. Why did the manservant have to have a day off, anyway? It wasn't like he had any hobbies, apart from keeping him safe.
Artemis hurried down the staircase, deciding to scrap any holidays for Butler forever. It just asked for disaster, to let Butler do… whatever he did. He could spend his free time training. Meanwhile, he, Artemis Fowl II, genius criminal mastermind, was in serious trouble.
He came to an abrupt stop in the kitchen door, his eyes darting from one side to the other. This was unknown territory for him. Should he wait for Butler to return? His vision became blurry. No, this was a matter of life and death. There was no time to be lost!
Clenching his trembling fingers to a fist, Artemis focused on stumbling to the first cupboard, opening it wide. He rummaged through the contents and almost let out a sob. It wasn't there. His heartbeat was slowing down, and he knew he was running out of time. With a frustrated growl, he shoved bowls and plates aside. It had to be there.
The boy ripped open another cupboard, wild eyes jumping over the contents. Then he saw it. A weak but triumphant grin spread across his face. He pulled the object into the kitchen light, Handel's Hallelujah Chorus from The Triumph of Time and Truth oratorio suddenly playing somewhere. With his last remaining strength, he dragged himself to the counter and pulled one tiny silver spoon from the drawer.
It took him a second to tear open the can of caviar – his fingers were shaking so badly – but once he had succeeded, he took a big spoonful of the shiny, glistening, exquisitely salty delicacy.
Artemis Fowl II let out a satisfied sigh. He had successfully averted the crisis.