It was finished. The plane skidded across the runway, delivering every person onboard to Los Angeles Airport.
Cobbs one last job was over. Arthur watched as he left the airport with Miles, wearing the look of a man who has just won his life back. And he couldn't have been happier for his former partner. Keeping in ordinance with the no-contact rule after the mission, Arthur did not approach any of his colleagues. But still, he found them. Eames stood in one corner leaning against a luggage rack. Yusef scooping his duffle bag off the carousel and making his way to the door. And Ariadne…he needed to find her. A hand in his pocket clutched a folded piece of paper. He meant it for her.
He moves to slip the note in her hand. Wields his way through the throngs of people milling around the luggage carousel. He sees her in her white jacket standing about ten feet away from him. Placed unhelpfully between a large man babbling on a cell phone and a woman with two children swinging from her arms. He see's her blue bag turn the corner around the carousel and in a moment it will reach her. She will yank it up and make her way toward the door. As soon as she is on the move, he will make his.
He swears he only looked away for a moment. A siren had gone off at a security check point somewhere on the other side of the building. It has been a habit of his to tense up at any sound of sirens and take inventory of his surroundings, should he need an escape route. But that siren had nothing to do with him. He needn't have concerned himself with it. And it cost him his one chance. A second after realizing where and what the siren had been, he snapped his focus back to monitoring Ariadne, only to see the man on his phone and the woman swinging children were standing side by side. No architect in between. He'd lost her.
He frantically searched the area, scanning every corner from his rooted position by the window. He turned around and saw through the window a small young woman in a white jacket climbing into a taxi which pulled away from the curb the instant she shut the door. And like that – she was gone. The folded piece of paper crumpled in his clenched fist.
I know it was kind of short. I am working on the rest but have hit a road block. Please, if you are interested, please use the comments to help me brainstorm, or send me a message. I have some written but I like advice. (But any kind of comments are always welcome ) Also – would you prefer to see shorter chapters or longer chapters