After Fischer and the complete joyride that was the inception job, Arthur decided a break from dreamshare would probably be the best idea. The team split ways; Ariadne to Paris, Cobb to his kids, Saito in Japan, Eames... well, he was somewhere. Maybe in Vegas, spending his money gambling. Arthur tries to keep tabs on him, but he's being magnanimous and giving Eames a head start.
So he's in Mombasa. Normally he wouldn't go to the same place as another person on the team, since that's asking for trouble, but he'd done a lot of legwork to make sure he couldn't be traced here direct. Several looped flights, switched passports, and reservations at different hotels should be enough to keep anyone off of him that may be looking.
It's working thus far and no one has stumbled into his web of alerts, so he's going to kick back and enjoy. He'd contacted Yusuf with a burner phone ahead of time, asking to see his set up again– there was something wonderful about the dream den, as much as it gave him the absolute chills.
Which is what brings him here, to Yusuf's doorstep, waiting for the chemist to answer. The sun is hot out today, beating down on the front stoop– Arthur's glad he wore exclusively linen, despite the wrinkling. Though if Yusuf doesn't answer soon he's going to open the iced tea in his bag and not share. ]
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After Fischer and the complete joyride that was the inception job, Arthur decided a break from dreamshare would probably be the best idea. The team split ways; Ariadne to Paris, Cobb to his kids, Saito in Japan, Eames... well, he was somewhere. Maybe in Vegas, spending his money gambling. Arthur tries to keep tabs on him, but he's being magnanimous and giving Eames a head start.
So he's in Mombasa. Normally he wouldn't go to the same place as another person on the team, since that's asking for trouble, but he'd done a lot of legwork to make sure he couldn't be traced here direct. Several looped flights, switched passports, and reservations at different hotels should be enough to keep anyone off of him that may be looking.
It's working thus far and no one has stumbled into his web of alerts, so he's going to kick back and enjoy. He'd contacted Yusuf with a burner phone ahead of time, asking to see his set up again– there was something wonderful about the dream den, as much as it gave him the absolute chills.
Which is what brings him here, to Yusuf's doorstep, waiting for the chemist to answer. The sun is hot out today, beating down on the front stoop– Arthur's glad he wore exclusively linen, despite the wrinkling. Though if Yusuf doesn't answer soon he's going to open the iced tea in his bag and not share. ]