A/N I might not going to update for a week because I have several…events that I must attend.
Eames burst into the office, startling Yusuf and causing Arthur to drop his gun that went off with a bang. Arthur glared at Eames, then bent and picked up the smoking revolver. Eames ignored the glare that could, quite possibly, kill him and started talking.
"Is it true Mal got out?" Eames blurted out.
"Yes Eames, Mal got out." Arthur wearily stated.
"And she tried to kill Ariadne?"
"Mal is...possessive." Arthur replied.
"Besides, I don't think she ate her lunch, which would have kept her quiet." Yusuf broke in. Fischer suddenly came in.
"I need to talk to Cobb." Fischer seemed uncharacteristically sad. Arthur remembered when Fischer was his friend, back when the town was young and they hadn't split ways. Fischer was always laughing back then, his shining face seeming to give off light. Yusuf started fidgeting, and Eames leaned against the dirt-stained window.
Arthur suddenly realized why Fischer was here. "He's dead, isn't he?" Arthur asked.
Fischer nodded, tears glinting in his eyes. He and his father hadn't been...close, per say, but Fischer always wanted to feel a connection to his father. Catharsis, was what Cobb called it. An idea suddenly struck Arthur.
"Fischer, was your dad...did he say anything to you?" Arthur questioned. Eames caught on.
"Yes, darling. Did he say anything important?"
"Just...just disappointment." Fischer choked out.
Arthur nodded slowly. "I'm sorry to hear about your dad." He told Fischer truthfully.
"Yeah, but now I've got Browning."
Eames's head shot up. "Browning?"
"Yeah, Browning." Fischer replied glumly. Everyone knew who Browning was. The right-hand man of the old man. Too bad the old man didn't see Browning for who he truly was.
"Fischer, go get some rest. We'll figure out something." Arthur reassured him. Fischer nodded and left obediently.
Eames turned to Arthur. "Now what are we supposed to do?"