Outside, Artemis and Butler watched the chaos Foaly had created. Alarm klaxons ripped through the Alpine air and security men sprinted to ordained spots.
Butler lobbed a few smoke grenades into the grounds to add to the effect.
'A tank,' said Artemis wryly into his fairy phone. 'You sent them a tank?'
'You've hacked into the audio feed?' said Foaly sharply. 'Just what else can that phone of yours do?'
'It can play solitaire and minesweeper,' replied Artemis innocently.

The Lost Colony, Chapter 7