Arthur must go into the new Architect's dreams to see if she can be trusted on the Fischer inception.
Extracting the Architect
~ "She'll be back. I've never seen anyone pick it up that quickly before and when she comes back... when she comes back, your gonna have her building mazes." Cobb said. That same old confidence returning to the Extractor.
The Point Man was happy to see something like the friend he remembered returning. He didn't doubt that the new recruit would come back to them. The dream sharing experience was difficult to forget and, once exposed to it, was hard to let go of.
Cobb told Arthur about his plans to travel to Mombasa to visit Eames. The Extractor wanting to use a forger for the Fischer inception. The Point Man tried to warn Cobb about Cobol being entrenched there. That there were other thieves and forgers. More versatile dreamers then Eames.
"He's the best at what he does." Cobb said checking his pockets for his ID and travel papers. His face distracted from his recent bout with Mal. "He's worked in this kind of thing before."
"I still don't think Eames is the way to go." Arthur offered.
He had worked with the Forger many times before. Cobb was right, Eames was very good at what he did, but the Forger seemed to delight in aggravating the Point Man. He knew just how to push his buttons.
"While I'm gone, I want you to look into her." Cobb said. "When she comes back, I want you to go into her dreams and find out all you can about her."
"Recon? On Ariadne? What do you need to know?" Arthur asked.
"Anything that might hint at her turning us in for some kind of reward." Cobb said smoothing back his hair. "We have to know if we can trust her. I want to know who she hangs out with, and how she spends her days." The Extractor looked up at the Point Man.
"Right." Arthur said nodding his head.
~ He had very little to go on for their potential Architect. She was a student at the college. Miles was one of her teachers and she lived in the city. Yet, it was enough. The Point Man was excellent at research and it was shocking what someone could find out over the internet about a person.
~ "There you are." Arthur said locating her social network profile. He smiled at the profile picture. Just a casual photo of her smiling. Nothing overtly glamorous or cleaver. She apparently wasn't into the craze of sharing online. She had only a smattering of friends on the network. Most of them from school or back in the states. A simple hack into her account told him her IP address and her interests. She wasn't very active on the net with the exception of school research and the occasional email from a school mate or old friend.
She bought most of her clothes online and all from the same store. Nothing with any kind of alarming price tag. She had the expected iTunes account and all her music was very general and popular. He was surprised to see the occasional cropping of classical music mixed with the Rolling Stones.
He delved into her bank accounts from there. He was surprised to find that she had so little money. Her tuition, room and board were all paid for on scholarship. She had a student job at the library that barely covered her other expenses. But she was never over drawn, had no outrageous bills for anything. She had only a single credit card that was paid on time and had a low balance. She didn't even have one of those tacky in-store credit cards.
In short, Ariadne was a normal girl who paid her bills on time, and lived within her means. She didn't owe money to any loan shark or had a shopping addiction.
That answered some things. But was not enough to secure his trust. What they were about to attempt was highly illegal and dangerous. He had to know for sure she could be trusted. He would have to go into her dreams.
The Point Man scowled over his computer as he looked for holes in her life. She had spent the past four years in Paris. She had no support checks coming in from any family. That was odd. She was a nice looking American girl. Surely, someone cared about her. Enough to send her a birthday check or... something. She had not family at all on the social network. No siblings, parents or even cousins. That was odd. Everyone had some family member on the network. Even if they were a distant cousin.
His instincts roused, Arthur looked deeper. He soon came across old newspaper articles and death certificates.