Arthur waited at the gate in Los Angeles, eyes peeled for Darlene Simcoe. The others were just as vigilant, looking up every few seconds from their average activities to check for her. They had recent pictures of her, and knew she wouldn't have any kind of bodyguards. She'd just look like any other business women on a trip to do what her profession demanded.

She arrived half an hour before the flight was due to board. She was probably 45, reasonably in shape wearing a skirt, blazer, and white button-up shirt with high heels. Her light brown hair was pulled up in a carefully styled bun, and her face was adorned with plenty of make-up.

Arthur met the eyes of each of the team members discreetly, making sure they were all aware that it was crunch time. The eagle had landed.

Simcoe took a seat and pulled out an iPhone, crossing her legs. Very business like. She didn't look up from the phone till they called for first class to board.

The plane was a Boeing 747. Just like in the Fischer Job, they's bought out the first class cabin and flight attendant using the ridiculous amount of money November had saved up from her hacking. Since it had worked so well in inception, Arthur knew it was probably the best option for deflection.

They took their seats, and Arthur, sitting just behind Darlene, saw her order a Chardonnay almost immediately. The flight attendant immediately went to get it after the massive plane took off. As she came back in, just on cue, she paused by Arthur for the half a second it took for him to slip a sedative into the beverage. Darlene, looking out the window as LA got smaller beneath them, was oblivious.

A week before the flight, Arthur had contacted Yusuf, who had sent them the amount of sedative needed for the job. Because they were friends, Yusuf had given it to him for free. He also mentioned that it was a reward for "finally getting some action". Arthur still having no idea that Eames had sent the text, had no idea what he was referring to.

10 minutes later Darlene was out cold. The flight attendant returned with a PASIV, Arthur's, which was least glitchy. She closed the curtains that hung from the entrances to the first class cabin as the team rose from their seats, pulling out the PASIV's cords.

Arthur carefully slipped the needle in the main artery of Darlene's wrist. In his peripheral he sees November settling into her seat, clutching her totem- an old gold compass that she wears around her neck. She says she's modified it so that only she knows it secrets, though she didn't make it.

Once Darlene's all hooked up, Arthur settles back into his chair, sliding the needle in with practiced ease. Looking up, he sees the others are ready, the flight attendant poised over the PASIV, finger over the button. He nods at her, and then they are dreaming.