[ Brussels is a lovely city, especially during this time of year. Fall is just starting to edge in, leaving the air crisp, fresh, clean. Leaves are changing color, turning things into a spectrum of red, orange, and gold.
Their mark had been the head of the main branch of the local bank and the client was very interested in their potential black market dealings. It'd been tricky, as the branch head wasn't militarized, but was a paranoid person. Made sense, considering his influence and power in the banking industry. However, from the research that Arthur had pulled up, he certainly had some black market deals, all of which would reflect poorly on his business.
Still, they'd had a job to do. Shady records were one thing, but they needed hard proof as a team.
So, he'd reported into Eames, who'd dragged him into this venture to begin with. Eames pulled in Dany, who seemed to be partnered up with him more often than not, and a chemist named Yuta. Together they'd constructed a two level dream, Dany played extractor, Eames and Arthur put together made a passable architect. He'd dreamed the second level, the back alley of a Brussels street. Eames had been in charge of the first, an elegant bank lobby complete with vault.
Aside from a few hiccups, they'd pulled it off, despite the stress. Dany was good, really good, and Arthur couldn't help but see why Eames had been tugging her all over the world lately. After the Fischer job, it was nice to be with extractors who didn't have subconsciouses in the form of dead wives and best friends who murdered you brutally.
When the job wrapped up, they all fled in different directions, as per protocol. Arthur took a train out of Brussels into Frankfurt, a bus to Berlin, and then flew from there to Madrid. Maybe it was more steps than usual, but he liked Germany. The time before his flight out of Berlin had given him enough to look around and enjoy the city before he had to move.
But now he was here in Madrid, having met back up with Eames and Dany, who had been steadily trying to drink each other under the table. They were blowing off steam from the job, which had a short turn around and a demanding client. Earlier in the night, he'd drank one pint of beer and then a glass of bourbon. Since then, he'd been steady with water and cola. Someone had to make sure they all got back to their hotel suite safely. ]
Both of you are going to regret this come morning.
the inception au that everyone wanted // arthur/eames/daenerys
Their mark had been the head of the main branch of the local bank and the client was very interested in their potential black market dealings. It'd been tricky, as the branch head wasn't militarized, but was a paranoid person. Made sense, considering his influence and power in the banking industry. However, from the research that Arthur had pulled up, he certainly had some black market deals, all of which would reflect poorly on his business.
Still, they'd had a job to do. Shady records were one thing, but they needed hard proof as a team.
So, he'd reported into Eames, who'd dragged him into this venture to begin with. Eames pulled in Dany, who seemed to be partnered up with him more often than not, and a chemist named Yuta. Together they'd constructed a two level dream, Dany played extractor, Eames and Arthur put together made a passable architect. He'd dreamed the second level, the back alley of a Brussels street. Eames had been in charge of the first, an elegant bank lobby complete with vault.
Aside from a few hiccups, they'd pulled it off, despite the stress. Dany was good, really good, and Arthur couldn't help but see why Eames had been tugging her all over the world lately. After the Fischer job, it was nice to be with extractors who didn't have subconsciouses in the form of dead wives and best friends who murdered you brutally.
When the job wrapped up, they all fled in different directions, as per protocol. Arthur took a train out of Brussels into Frankfurt, a bus to Berlin, and then flew from there to Madrid. Maybe it was more steps than usual, but he liked Germany. The time before his flight out of Berlin had given him enough to look around and enjoy the city before he had to move.
But now he was here in Madrid, having met back up with Eames and Dany, who had been steadily trying to drink each other under the table. They were blowing off steam from the job, which had a short turn around and a demanding client. Earlier in the night, he'd drank one pint of beer and then a glass of bourbon. Since then, he'd been steady with water and cola. Someone had to make sure they all got back to their hotel suite safely. ]
Both of you are going to regret this come morning.