Artemis- Orion Takes Control After Artemis is Runed

Artemis suddenly drew a lungful of air, as though he had just
breached the ocean’s surface.
“Ah, my genius surfaces. Stand up, Artemis. I command you.”
Artemis lurched to his feet, his head and clothes matted with white
powder.
“Choke that centaur for me, would you?”
There followed an uncomfortable minute while Artemis tried to find
some purchase on Foaly’s broad neck, then squeezed with all the
power in his fingers, which was not very much. Foaly was more
embarrassed than hurt.
Turnball wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, this is too much. But I
indulge myself—Leonor is waiting. Come here, Artemis, and you too,
Captain Short. Bring the demon. We must be gone from here before
the ambulance generator blows.”
Artemis and Holly did as they were told with the emotion of
automatons. Holly yanked poor, gasping No1 along by the collar of his
tunic, and Artemis stepped past Foaly without a glance. Outside the
conduit, the fish and squid paid close attention to this fascinating
diversion from the dreariness of everyday subaquatic life.
Suddenly, Turnball was impatient to be off.
“Come now, my thralls. Where is the speed you are famous for?”
Artemis did speed up, showing a nimbleness that anyone who knew
the boy would not associate with him.
“That’s more like it,” said Turnball. “I may keep you, Artemis.”
“That’s nice,” said the human boy. “I’ll tell him when I see him.”
“Ehm,” said Turnball, puzzled; then the boy who looked like
Artemis Fowl jabbed Turnball in the gut with stiffened fingers.
“Butler showed Artemis that one a thousand times,” said the boy.
“He didn’t listen, but I did.”
Turnball wanted to say something, but he was winded, and even if
he hadn’t been, he had no idea what he would have said.
“For I am not Artemis Fowl, villainous elf,” said Orion, twisting the
gun from Turnball’s fingers. “I am the young romantic who always
knew his day would come, so I listened to Butler and I am ready.”
Turnball got enough breath back for one word. “How?”
“Artemis knew he had to escape the power of the rune, which
controlled his mind but not mine, so he goaded your cretinous minion
into shocking him, which released me.”
Turnball clasped his stomach. Of course. Atlantis stage two.

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 9