Disclaimer: I don't own Inception, it's entirely owned by the magnificent Chritopher Nolan. I only own my storyline and my characters.
Summary: Cobb wanted his last job as an extractor to be something extraordinary, something people would remember him for. Question was though, just how far was he willing to go to prove he was still the best?
A/N:This is my first Inception fanfic. It's been ages since I wrote a proper fic so I'm a little bit rusty. Please keep in mind that English isn't my first language so there may well be some grammar mistakes in this. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames however will be eaten by the plot bunnies. Another thing I want to point out is that I've seen Inception twice and I'm still not exactly sure about how all the details work so if you think I've gotten something wrong please tell me so I can correct it, but I'm gonna try to make it as movie-accurate as possible. Anyway, enough rambling from me, enjoy the first chapter!
One
An offer
"Dominic Cobb?"
"He's busy."
A newspaper slammed on the bar stand in front of Dominc Cobb, whose totem fell over. Cobb's gaze fell on the black Marc Jacobs shoes and then on the Armani suit and trousers that followed. It was probably someone looking to hire him, as a lot of people had tried to do in the past few weeks but he had turned them down. He had what he wanted now, his freedom and the most important thing of all, his children.
"Look, I'm sure you've come a long way to find me, but I'm not in the business anymore. You'll have to find someone else." By now Cobb was face to face with the man, whom was afro-american with a sort of Will Smith looking hairstyle and by the looks of him Cobb guessed he was in early or mid thirties. A simple hand gesture later and the bartender placed a glass of whiskey in front of the businessman.
"Let's start over. My name is James Banks, I own Banks Industries Incorporated." Mr. Banks said as he held out his hands.
"Yeah I know who you are Mr. Banks." Cobb shook his hand and returned to his drink, which was a White Russian and a pretty damn good one at that. He had heard and read about Banks Industries a lot recently, they were a company which specialised in the manufacturing of high-tech military weaponry. They had been making quite an amount of money recently and had therefore become a rivaling target for many other companies.
"Then you also know why I'm here." Said Mr. Banks as he drank some of his whiskey. While he did this Cobb noticed how Mr. Banks was tapping his fingers against the glass, as if he was somehow either impatient or nervous. It wasn't surprising though, the posistion he was in had be very stressful and time consuming.
"You're here to offer me a job. Something to do with extraction, some piece of information you want from an enemy. I already told you that I've quit. I'm doing it anymore." Cobb told him, he fiddled with the totem which was now inside his pocket. Weeks after they had been done with the Fischer job, Cobb still had to pull out his totem every now and then just to be sure that it was real, that they had actually succeeded. He couldn't bare the thought of still being stuck in the dream world, with the thought that they then had failed. Every single time his totem fell over he was just as relieved.
"Don't you even want to hear what the job is?" asked Mr. Banks as he emptied his drink and pulled it in front of him.
"No thanks. I'm sure I'll manage. Now do you mind, I'd like to finish my drink alone." Cobb replied.
Mr. Banks put a ten dollar bill on the bar stand and stood up. He straightened his tie and started heading out of the bar when he turned back around.
"You know people say you're the best there is." He told Cobb whom wasn't paying much attention. "Although I now I'm thinking the rumours are true. See word on the street has it that Dominic Cobb has lost his mojo. That he can't do it no more. I understand if you want to live your life, I just think it would be a shame to pull out knowing what people are saying about you."
Cobb finished his White Russian, paid for it and turned to face Mr. Banks.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked
To be continued…
It's a bit of a short first chapter, but I wanted to start it off simple. I hope you enjoyed it, please review