A/N (11.20.13): I literally read my original author note, face palmed, and deleted it. I was such an immature brat when I wrote this story (like 2 years ago). Anyways….revised!
2.1.14: Edited. Again. Cause even last year I was a moron.
"What do you mean, we're not going to be extracting? Isn't that what you hired us for?" Dom asked, glaring at Smith. The rest of the team immediately tensed up, worried. Smith simply smirked, arms crossed, and explained.
"Yeah, sure. But we wanna be sure we're getting the best we can, so first you have to play a little game. A competition of sorts. You're familiar with Mr. Johnson's team, I presume?" Smith asked smugly, smirking at the now fuming extractor.
"We're competing with Johnson's team of pathetic rejects?" Eames asked, rolling his eyes. "They can't possibly be better than us."
"They are the other best team. Now you're all coming with me to Cobal's base...or do I have to force you?" and, before anyone could react, Smith had pulled out a gun and, grabbing her hair and pointing his gun at Ariadne. "You don't want to be responsible for the death of this pretty little lady, do you? 'Cause my orders were bring in Cobb and Arthur in. Your team was optional. We can always find you new ones, after all." Smith smirked. "Your pick."
Arthur, Cobb, Eames stared at the man in horror, Eames swearing a few choice words. Smith's smile only grew bigger.
"I'm waiting."
Cobb, Arthur, and Eames all shared all look, then nodded, resigned.
"Good. I'll need your weapons."
"Get out and put your hands up." Smith said as the driver pulled to a stop. Looking around, Arthur could see that they were at the edge of a city, inside the ear empty parking garage of a large building.
As soon as they got out of the car, the whole team was handcuffed and dragged through the building to the elevator. When they finally got to the top floor, they were pulled through what looked to be an office building, down a hallway with glass walls on either side. At the end of the hallway was a large wooden door, which one of the men knocked on.
"Come in." The voice came from inside the room, and was masculine and deep.
Upon entering, the room, the team discovered four chairs, behind which a large desk sat in front of a window, which covered the whole far wall. Adjacent to the chairs at the desk was another larger, leather chair, and in the chair was a gray haired middle-aged man. "Hello there. Boys, I thought I said handcuffs weren't necessary. After all, we do have the hostages." He smirked.
As soon as the handcuffs were removed, each team member was force into one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"What hostages?" Cobb asked darkly.
"Why, one for each of you. Mr. Cobb, we have James and Phillipa- very sweet kids." The man slid a photo to Dom, who took one look at it and clenched his fists, glowering darkly. "We aren't barbarians, so we haven't hurt them- yet. And if you cooperate, we won't have to hurt them. For you, Mr. Eames, we nabbed your girlfriend, Jules." Another picture was slid across, and if looks could kill, the man across from them would be dead. "That crazy girl actually bit one of my subordinates." Eames smirked. That sounded like his girl. "For the dear Ariadne we have a dear friend, Grace Winters." Another picture. Ariadne glared. "She was rather easy to get. And for Arthur…"
"You can't have anyone for me. All the people you would use are in this room." Arthur smirked knowingly. His smirk disappeared at the man's next words.
"Except, dear Arthur, you and I both know that that's a lie. So, after a great deal of tracking, we found him." Arthur was growing increasingly agitated. No way had they found him. "It took a lot of effort. The man changes his name a lot. Uses fake ideas, fake credit cards. Creates a new life for himself every time. Eventually, though, he grew sloppy. So we caught him. A Mr. Remy Law. Your step brother. The only family member you kept in contact with after you joined the army. He was hard to catch. Killed several of my subordinates before we managed to nab him." Another picture was slid across.
"Fuck you." Came out of Arthur's mouth before he could stop himself- before he could compose himself. Then again, even if he'd been able to, he wasn't sure he would.
"Ahhh, so you do care about him. Good. So you'll all cooperate?" The man leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile crossing his face.
Dull nods from the team. They all looked defeated- Arthur especially.
"Good. Then you each all speak to the hostages." The photos were grabbed, and the team was pulled up and led down the hall to a locked door, which lead to a staircase going down.
At the bottom were several doors. They were taken to the last one. It was opened, to reveal four more doors. Each one had a tag on it with names. The last door had not only the first lock, but several heavy-duty bolts.
The guard stopped at the first door.
A/N (11.20.13): ….Remy's FC is Jude Law.
