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Chapter 2

Dom pulled up to the front of the bar with a violent stop. He rolled down the passenger's window, a look of barely contained frustration on his face.

"Get her in the back." He barked at Arthur, even though the man was already in the process of doing just that. Arthur merely sighed, used to Dom's extreme mood swings.

Eames had already claimed shotgun while Arthur had been carefully placing Ariadne in the backseat, so the point man quickly climbed in on the other side. He had barely got his other foot inside the car before Dom took of, swinging the door shut with it's own momentum.

Eames couldn't help but ask. "Christ, Cobb, what's going on?"

Dom's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he drove twice the speed limit. Ariadne even managed to sit herself up, making an attempt to focus on Arthur. She was just as confused as Eames. Cobb kept his voice controlled, "Yusef lost track of Wiedoff."

"Oh, hell." Ariadne mumbled then gave a large yawn.

Arthur leaned forward. "Is there any sign he knows we're onto him?"

"Yusef didn't say. We're meeting him back at the hotel. I'm not taking any chances."

Eames turned to look at Arthur and Ariadne. When he spun back around, he was grinning. "We still have to work on building up Ari's tolerance."

Ariadne had passed out, her head resting on Arthur's arm. Arthur replied, "I'm just glad she hasn't thrown up yet. You guys were taking shots like they were the last liquid on earth."

Eames shrugged in the front seat, "It's St. Patty's. What do you expect?"

It was Dom's turn to reply as he swung a hard right. The hotel was just in view. "Perhaps some discretion?"

"Oh come off it! It's not like any of us expected this to happen. Besides, the bird should be allowed to have some fun."

"We're not here for fun, Eames" Dom growled as he pulled sharply into the parking lot.

"But we're going to go bloody insane if we don't have some soon. Ari's too young not to be allowed to have a good time."

Dom didn't even bother to respond. They all got out, Arthur carefully slipping out from under Ari. Once out of the car, he gently picked her up and followed them into the lobby. Nobody gave a second glance. It was St. Patty's in Ireland.

Yusef was pacing the room as they walked in. Dom immediately exploded. "What the fucking hell happened?"

Eames immediately shut the door after making sure they weren't being followed. Arthur went to one of the two beds, placing Ari tenderly on one of the pillows and covering her with the comforter.

"I told you before! Crowd came and blocked my way! He was gone by the time I made it through!"

Eames sat down in a chair and clasped his hands. "And there were no signs of him recognizing you?"

Yusef didn't answer immediately. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. Dom's fist slammed on the table, making everyone except Ariadne jump. "Did he fucking see you?"

Yusef paused for a second. "He may have."

Dom through his hands in the air and got up to pace the room. Eames blew out a heavy breath and leaned back. Arthur remained sitting on the bed, deep in thought. It was a few minutes before Dom responded.

"We're going to lay low for a bit. Stay close to the hotel; don't go more that two buildings away. Arthur, tomorrow you and I are going to quick check to see if he's at home. If he's not, we know he's taken off and we'll have to work quickly to find him. The rest of you, however, will stay here."

The other three did not question him. Dom sighed and pulled up a chair to sit in. Ariadne rolled over in her dreamless sleep, and Arthur caught sight of metallic green around her neck. Carefully, he pulled off the Mardi Gras style necklace.

He frowned when he heard Eames chuckle, "Happy St. Patrick's Day, darlin'."

Ariadne woke the next day with a killer hangover. The blinds had, thankfully, been shut, but the room was empty. She hadn't woken alone in while. One of the boys had always been there with an early morning quip.

She glanced around the hotel suite they had been supplied with. It was like any standard hotel room, except the double doors facing directly opposite of her had two more beds behind them. One of the doors was cracked open, giving her a view of one of the beds. It looked untouched.

Slowly she rolled off the bed, and peered inside. The other bed's sheets were rumpled and she breathed a sigh of relief knowing that someone had been here. She peeked in the bathroom as well, but saw no one.

Ariadne padded back into the main bedroom, and headed towards the windows. She pulled back the shade, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. They were on the 2nd floor, and Ari searched the tables of the coffee shop next to their hotel for some familiar faces. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding when she spotted Arthur and Cobb. Paperwork was spread out on the table in front of them. She saw Eames sitting a little ways away keeping a close eye on their surroundings.

Suddenly, Ari felt hairs on the back of her neck. She couldn't explain why she suddenly felt unsafe. Her eyes flicked back to her coworkers, looking for anything out of place. Her eyes slid over to the building opposite their hotel, raking over every window when she spotted it: A man with binoculars, nearly eye level with her. She couldn't see his face, but the binoculars were trained on the coffee shop.

Suddenly, they moved, and were facing here. She saw the man raise a hand, looking like he was almost giving her a wave. Then he was gone, and the blinds were drawn.

It took Ari less than ten seconds to whip out her phone and call the number she's known by heart.