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Arthur swallowed, and looked at the approaching crowd. "They're getting closer."
"Well, what do you suggest?" Dom looked at Ariadne. "Do we stay and fight them, or-"
"There's another way," she interrupted. "This is designed as a labyrinth. All we need to do is run through the back alley behind us, and then move through into the nearby-"
She was interrupted by a stone, that flew through the air and struck the wall she was standing next to. She looked at the two boys, her expression urgent.
"Come on!"
Robert crouched down, praying that the other two would not find him. He blinked, looking down the street. It was unfamiliar, and the people in it...he shivered.
He took another look, then began to stand up. Pulling his head down, and trying not to draw attention to himself, he started to walk down the street.
Ariadne hurried, hoping the two boys were close behind. The alley way was dark, and vision was limited. Then, much to her relief, a building began to rise up before them. A large, squat looking garage, with a sliding corrugated iron door.
Dom gently pushed past her, and began to pull the door back. As it opened, they heard shouts. "The crowd," Arthur muttered. Assisting Dom, the door slid back, and the three huddled inside.
Dom put his finger to his lips, and looked at the other two. Arthur nodded; Ariadne was silent. They heard the shouts recede, and fade.
"We can't just hide here!" Arthur burst out. "We're not going to be pulled out of this!"
Dom shook his head. "I know. We have to find Robert, and do what we're here for. Inception." He turned to the younger boy. "I think those guns over there might help us."
Arthur blinked, and walked over to the long metal table positioned in the garage. The hand guns were lying there, gleaming. He picked one up, and turned to Ariadne. "You designed this..." he said, thoughtfully. He smiled at her. "All possibilities covered, huh?"
She nodded. "Yes." She watched as they tucked their guns into their waistbands. "I can tell you where Robert will be going."
Dom looked at her. "Where?"
"Home." She nodded. "This is designed as a city. He'll be trying to find the outer suburbs, find his house. Thats what he's looking for."
"Then we need to get going." Dom began to walk to the door, and started to tug it.
"Hang on." Arthur spoke guardedly. "He's on foot, we're on foot - won't it be easier to find a car and drive?"
Cobb nodded, smiling. "Exactly. We take a cab."
Eames strolled down the sidewalk, Nash by his side. The smaller boy kept looking round, nervously.
"Look, just stop that, allright?" Eames snapped. Nash's behaviour, he thought irritably, was starting to make him nervous. Nash winced. "I'm sorry, but-" he looked at Eames. "Never been in anything like this before. Ever. Its so-" he pulled his arms to his torso and hugged himself. "Its so weird."
Eames shrugged. "Nothing you can't get used to." He spotted a lone figure walking up the street. "Oh look. Company."
Arthur and Dom stood poised at the curb. "A cab should be along soon," the blonde muttered. Ariadne, who was walking further ahead, turned and looked back.
Several cars drove by, but finally, the welcoming sight of a yellow taxi roared into view. Dom leaned forward, and flagged it. The driver, an irritable looking man in his late forties, shook his head.
"Save it, kid, you-" his expression changed as the revolver was suddenly shoved into his face.
"Just walk," Dom said, curtly, aware of Arthur mimcking his movement. Nodding, the projection opened the door, and got out, letting the two boys scramble in.
"Arthur, you-" Dom broke off, noticing how competently the younger man was handling the car. He pulled away from the curb almost soundlessly.
"Let me concentrate," Arthur muttered. He pushed his foot down on the acceleration, allowing the powerful engine to purr into life. "We find him, then we take him where he wants to go, and then-"
"We plant the idea that he's his father's loyal son," Cobb interjected. "We have to stop Saito, and Browning. They extract the idea that he's his father's son, then get him to extract-"
"And turn us all over to the cops, claiming that its an extortion racket dreamed up - no pun intended - by a group of intellectually incompetent teenagers." Arthur's words were bitter. "And Robert hates us all, so he'll be able to testify, no questions asked." He nodded. "Ariadne."
Cobb turned his head. "Pull over."
Ariadne noticed them, and opened the back seat door. She slipped into the seat. Cobb looked at Arthur. "OK, everyone is present, so-"
Suddenly, their heads snapped forward with a shocking jerk. Another car had rammed straight into them.
Ariadne gasped. "You ok?" Arthur said quickly, turning to face her.
"I think so-"
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted. Dom turned. "Get down!" he shouted at her. She did, her face paling. "What, what is it?"
"Robert's had his mind militarised," Dom said, anger edging his voice. "Saito's one step ahead of us."
Arthur shook his head. "No, he isn't." Putting his foot on the pedal, he sent the car spinning backwards, crashing into the one that had previously charged them. It skidded back across the road. Arthur craned his head. "Got a gun in the back?"
Ariadne opened her eyes. A handgun was lying on the seat. "Yes!"
"Pick it up," Arthur ordered. He turned and looked at her, directly. "You're going to tell me how I can drive us out of here."
She nodded. "OK." She tried to keep her voice steady. "See that road up there? To the left?"
Arthur nodded. "Yes."
"Drive down it."
He pushed his foot down on the accelerator, and spun the wheel. As the car lurched forward, they saw something else.
"Its Robert," Dom said, "with Eames, and Nash. Let me out."
"What?" Arthur turned to him. "Have you seen whats behind us?"
"Let me out," Dom said, stubbornly. "Please Arthur. Trust me."
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