Uprising
Arthur pushed his way through the crowds of people, chasing down his mark. The streets of Italy were jam packed and not one person seemed happy to move. They all were gathered around for some wine festival. As Arthur jogged after the mark, vendors offered samples but he just waved them off.
He was finally at the end of the crowd when he reached for his gun. His hands searched frantically but it was gone.
His eyes darted to the docks where the mark was revving up a boat glancing back at him. The mark was masked, one of those creepy clown masks from a Halloween store in downtown Paris. Arthur sprinted to the dock just as the boat sputtered to life. Would he make it? He leaped onto the moving boat and smiled at his opponent.
"We meet again." Arthur jested.
The mark took out a knife and swiped the air, just inches from Arthur's stomach. He grabbed the mark's wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, causing her to yelp in pain. "Give?" He asked yanking off the mask.
Ariadne just smirked, beads of sweat running down her forehead. "Yeah give." She said hoarsely. He let go of the young architect and she gave him an all-knowing grin.
Arthur eyed her carefully. Something wasn't right. This was way too easy. His eyes flickered to the boat next to theirs then back at Ariadne.
Ariadne had morphed into Eames and was charging towards him. Arthur leaped off the boat and into the water.
He swam over and grabbed onto the loose ladder on the moving boat. A flaw in the Shade's perfect plan.
He pulled himself up onto the boat and stood up. Ariadne was on the other side of the boat, perched in a white leather seat. She had a gun raised at Arthur and was prepared to shoot at anytime.
"Disappointed, I must say." He said flatly.
"Come any closer and I'll shoot." She snapped. Mal drove the boat over a rough wake, causing the Arthur to stumble a little. "Well look at you," He smiled, collected himself to take a small step forward. "my own little shade. Just like Mal, now aren't we."
Mal scowled from the drivers seat but Ariadne smirked and licked her lips. "I try."
Arthur couldn't help but be memorized by her. She wore a short champagne colored Grecian styled dress. Her nude, studded heels glinted in the sun. Her hair was wavy and managed to stay gorgeous despite the raging winds.
"What are you staring at?" She yelled. Arthur shrugged and squeezed water out of his wet coat.
"What do you think?" He murmured. She stood up and moved closer to him, gun still in place. "I win." She hissed.
He smirked at the her. "Obviously, you haven't." She pressed the gun to his shoulder. "You left the ladder down. How do you think I got on the boat?" He whispered.
The petite architect slumped her shoulders and dropped her arm to her side. "Fuck." She mumbled. Arthur laughed and peeled his wet coat off. "Good effort. You make a good bad girl." He bumped her hip with his own lightly.
She blushed. "Thanks."
"I'm serious. You did exactly what an opponent would do. Never backing down." He gave her a pat on the shoulder.
The boat suddenly rocked and turned around. The kick was coming up. The point man took the architect by the hand as they watched the docks came into perspective.
"One question Arthur," Ariadne watched Arthur's face contort. "why is it that you only make moves on me in dreams?"
Arthur bit his bottom lip and turned red. "I-uh.." He trailed off. Ariadne shrugged her shoulders.
"I was just wondering. I don't mind asking you out myself I just thought eventually you would considering all the confidence you have."
Arthur contemplated for a moment before saying: "I'm confident, yes, but not around you."
Before Ariadne could reply the boat crashed, providing the kick to wake them from the practice dream.