CHAPTER 2: Someone Knows
Silence. Cobb froze. The caller now had his full attention.
"What did you say?" he hissed.
"I believe you heard me very clearly, Mr. Cobb. I said Saito. Of Proclus Global, the rival of Cobal Engineering? Let's just say… Saito told me all about the little endeavor you took for him a while back into Robert Fischer's mind. He told me all about your act of… inception."
A chill ran down Cobb's spine. Could it be such a coincidence that he had just been thinking about Saito earlier in the car? There was no point in denying anything the caller had said.
"Listen, sir," Cobb said firmly, "I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you want, but I haven't spoken to Saito in years."
This much was true. The same went for the rest of the team—Arthur, Yusuf, Eames, Ariadne—after completing Saito's job, they had all disbanded and lost contact. Cobb could only guess what they were up to nowadays.
"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Cobb. A proposition of a very specific nature. I think you know what I'm referring to."
Cobb did miss visiting the dream world. The pure creation of being an architect, of constructing whole cities, designing elaborate mazes, and building paradoxical structures that were impossible in reality; those were the things he used to live for. And what about getting the team back together? Cobb occasionally thought of holding a reunion, but what would they all say to each other? The five of them weren't ones to just sit around and talk. They were best together in action, in the field, with a mission to accomplish.
No. Cobb had a stable life now, with his children and his job. Besides, he was out of practice. And no way was he risking entering limbo for the third time.
"Whatever it is you want, I'm not someone who can help you."
"Oh, but I believe you are, Mr. Cobb. I believe you are."