In the small, hot apartment, the trio stand out awkwardly.
Juliet doesn't pick up on this, or atleast choses not to. She is very much her own person.
The apartment appears to be old, but it might just look like that because it's not what you'd call neat, and none of the furniture matches.
The couch is small, red with blue stripes. Across from it are two wooden chairs around an old scratched table. There's a tiny dining table, piled high with sparring equipment. The kitchen is small and outdated, all in soft shades of white and chrome. The only attractive thing about the abode are the big, sunny windows that are half covered by heavy red blinds, letting in rays of afternoon city sunlight. Mexico City is surrounded by mountains, which unfortunately traps the air pollution in the city.
Arthur, Eames, and November took uncomfortable seats until Juliet emerged from her tiny kitchen with a glass of water. She wiped the tiniest bit of perspiration and waited expectantly. Her blonde hair is bouncy and has streaks of brown in it, her eyes a vivid green. She wears work out shorts and a sports bra and is well muscled and confident. This is not a women to tangle with.
"We have a proposition for you." Arthur said.
"I know. I got your phone message." She narrowed her eyes. "I assume you have some idea who my brother is, and what he can do, so if this is not what it seems, I suggest you get the hell out of my house if you value your skin."
"I can assure you that we will be completely honest with you." Arthur reassured. "You have some sort of training in extraction, yes?"
Juliet nodded. "It was a part of the Blue Diamond training. I'm not a master, but I know the fundamentals well enough."
"That's all we need." Arthur smiled, but just barely. "Do you know what deflection is?"
"The tweaking of an idea that has been planted in someone's self conscious." She shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't know much about it."
"We can tell you all of that stuff. But what we're really concerned with in this job is whether or not you can hold your own in a fight and protect others. Judging by your profession, I think you can."
"That is something I most definitely can do." She said, smiling confidently. "If protection is all you need, than I'll do it. What kind of pay are we looking at?"
"A shit load."
"And hours?"
"2 weeks. Most of it will be planning, the actual job will be less than a day."
"Ok, then." She grinned. Arthur guessed that Juliet Butler was not as cold as she appeared to be, friendlier than she'd let on to total strangers.
Arthur introduced each of them and their professions. She shook each of her hands, and gave Eames a flirty smile, as he stared at her like she was God's gift to men.
Two hours later they were on a flight to Paris.
Author's Note: Ok, reasonably short chapter but more soon to come. Once again, Juliet Butler and the Blue Diamond stuff are not mine, but Eoin Colfer's (Artemis Fowl). And of course I don't own Inception.
