Just because I love the movie so much!
It was a few days before the plan would be carried out. Everyone was busy in preperation.
"You got everything ready, mate?" Eames asked as he walked upt o Arthur in the warehouse.
"Jesus Eames," Arthur said as he jumped. "Don't sneak up on people like that," he snapped. Eames grinned.
"Twitchy today aren't we?"
"I'll just be glad when this is over," sighed Arthur as he stood up. Eames chuckled.
"Oh where's your sense of adventure?" He cracked a grin.
"I must have left it behind," said Arthur with an eyeroll. "Come on, help me get these packages in the van."
"What am I? Your slave?" Arthur shot him a withering look before Eames obeyed.
When they reached to the van, however, Arthur felt a muzzle of a gun press against his back. He looked next to him to find Eames with a gun to his back too.
"Remove your guns," a man behind them barked. Both Eames and Arthur obeyed. Eames eyed Arthur and he felt pity for the kid when he saw how terrified the young man seemed.
"He's useless," he said quickly ignoring the glare Arthur was surely giving him. "I'm much better bargaining chip than he would be,"
"You don't even know what I want you two for," the same man snarled. Eames shrugged.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure I'm better for it then this whelp."
The man laughed.
"I see what you're trying to do. Get in, both of you."
Eames and Arthur were shoved into the van with their hands being tied and hoods over their heads.
Eames cursed, wishing he tried harder to get Arthur out of this situation.
It seemed like hours later before they werre stopped. Eames felt himself being pushed and forced into a chair. Finally the hood went off and he searched frantically for Arthur.
"Where is he?" He snapped. The 4 men that had kidnapped them were standing in front of him with masks.
The one in the middle was clearly the leader and struck Eames across the face.
"I'mt he one doing the talking," he growled but pressed a walkie talkie and murmured something into it. Eames watched as Arthur was dragged into the room, his shirt had been torn off and whelts appeared across his chest.
"Goddamn it!" Eames snarled as he also saw blood dripping from Arthur's nose.
"Here," said the leader as he handed Eames a cell. "Call your friend Cobb...tell him I want to talk to him...and that it's very important." When Eames didn't move the man snapped his finger and a knife was pressed against Arhtur's throat. "Do it or your litle friend here dies."
Eames silently cursed as he picked up the phone wondering how the hell he would get him and Arthur out of this, alive.
