An: Hey guys I am rewizarding my story and for the first time in my writing life I have a beta! Thanks to AndyDunham, this story will hopefully be better than ever before. It will still carry the same name and still be an Arthur/OC story. Thanks guys for giving me another try.
"Cobb, you can't be serious" asked Arthur.
"I am, she's the best there is and we need the best. You of all people should
know that," Cobb answered.
"But she's crippled," he replied sounding exasperated.
"Yeah, and the cripple can hear you," I spat venomously. Truth be told, I
hadn't intended to sound quite so bitter.
Arthur froze for a second before apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be
offensive."
"It's fine, you're not the first person to have said it, so am I on the team
or not?" My voice sounded calm and professional, but in the back of my mind I
really hoped I was.
Dom and Arthur looked to each other, "Eames isn't going to like this. You know
how he is, he likes doing his job solo." Arthur consulted.
Cobb remained silent for several moments before giving his final decision,
"He'll have to deal"
Cobb looked back to me with weary eyes, "You're in."
"Thank you, so where can I set up?" I inquired.
"Set up?" He asked quizzically.
"Computer, notebooks, pencils, files, you know. All the things necessary to
make me an excellent Forger," I explained.
"Oh, right. We cleared some space for you right over here." Dom led me over to
a clear, worn desk in the middle of their warehouse. From the looks of it,
it'd definitely seen some better years, but it'd do for now.
"Thanks" I wheeled in closer to the scraped and beaten desk. Checking it's
various drawers to make sure nothing was left behind by its previous owner.
Ok, so let's sort out any confusion before we go on. My name is Kassandra
Swan. I have a PHD in psychology which gives me a good edge when it comes to
Forging. Having studied mannerisms, knowing people's reactions in different
situations and how to make them talk, skills that are necessary for such a
position. I have what doctor's call Lumbar paraplegia in other words I'm not
able to walk on my own legs.
I set up my desk to my liking in an orderly fashion. Afterwards I took a quick
look around to get a feel for my surroundings. Nearby was a desk with a mass
of vials, most half empty, covering the face of it. Except for the big, black
hole burnt into the middle. There was another full of what looked like blue
prints and measuring tape, next to it sat a desk that was completely empty and
the last desk had everything arranged perfectly. 'Showoff' I muttered. Feeling
content for the time being, I wheeled around deciding to started looking for
this Eames character Arthur spoke of. After I explored as much as I could, I
returned to back to my workspace when I heard a loud 'kaboom'.