"Uh- oh," Foaly said.

"Uh-oh what?" James snapped, channeling his inner Beetroot.

"I've got a blip on the radar."

"Any chance of it being an equipment malfunction?" he asked.

"Oh come on. The Council has poured millions of dollars into this equipment. Not to mention the fact that I'm a genius. There's no way it's 'just a malfunction'."

"What do you think it is?"

"It's too big to be your average fish, so it's either a Mud Person submarine or a stranded whale."

"For goodness sake, Foaly, stop blabbering and tell me what to do already!"

"... James. Get away. Right now. I know that ship."

"What's the issue?" he asked, oblivious.

"I believe that's my cue," a voice said from behind him. Wait. They were underwater. Meaning this person had hijacked his helmet..."

He spun around, and Foaly echoed his thoughts. "Artemis Fowl."