Post-Movie. Cobb, Arthur, Eames, Yusuf and Saito are all kidnapped by Fischer, who is intent on a violent revenge. Ariadne is the only one who can save them by...stripping? A/A, rated T for violence and sexuality
Disclaimer: I don't own Inception but I wish I could own JGL, mmmm!
Prologue:
Saito had been at a party. (He had only gone out for a minute to catch a fresh breath of air—his tux had become too constricting, he made a mental note to call his tailor in the morning)
Cobb had been sitting on a park bench. (A rare, quiet moment to himself, the kids with their grandparents baking Christmas cookies. He was thinking of Mal's eyes)
Arthur had been researching their next mark. (Page after page of pictures and words flashed on his computer screen. He was restless, spacing, wondering what to get Ariadne for Christmas. He barely noticed the sound of the cocked gun against his head)
Eames had been researching his next mark. (She was lovely, a redhead, and completely wrapped around his pinkie finger, taken in by his effortless charm and accented tongue. When he saw the great brute of a man come barreling toward him, at first he thought it was her husband)
Yusuf had been researching the limit of his blood alcohol level (He hadn't gotten very far. When those two large sausage fingers tapped him on the shoulder, he protested, thinking it was the bouncer cutting him off. I just got here, he complained, before the burlap sack was shoved over his head.
Five men, in different places, taken to the same place. Handled by the same men, bound in the same way. None of them knew the others were there, only felt the rough rope around their hands as they strained for their totem, not sure if this was reality or a dream. Feeling the slick needle slide into their arm, the familiar heaviness of unconsciousness. Blinded in the dream by the bag around their neck, silenced by a dirty piece of duct tape, feet and hands bound by rope to a chair. Each man struggled against his chains, thinking of the other men, hoping they hadn't been taken as well.
And then, light, too bright at first. Cobb was the first to see the others and swore to himself. Eames rolled his eyes and Arthur looked around furiously. Saito was deathly calm and Yusuf was by far, the most upset. All five men stared at each other, lined up in a row, trying to move, to speak, thinking of escape plans in their heads, wondering who had brought them here. The room was empty and white, a large ballroom or maybe a reception hall. Clearly they were dreaming so the threat of death or physical harm was empty, but still, why? What were they doing there?
After a few seconds of muffled struggle, their captor stepped out into the light.
"Gentlemen," Fischer said. "You have been brought here to make amends."
