AN: okay! This chapter is done, but I don't know how I'm going to continue this, because right now I think I'm having a slight writer's block. I'm at least going to write one more chapter and if I suddenly get a spark of brilliance, I might write even more chapters. Though I might go deeper a little bit, but I don't know. *sigh* this is a lot of work for a teen! R&R please!
"Yusuf, you've got to drive faster! Catch up with them!" Arthur yelled as he stuck his pistol out the van's window and fired off a few random shots in the general direction of the Chrome Corps van. Arthur was dressed for a fight, an extra gun and several cases of ammunition filled his brown leather jacket and his jeans. There was even ammunition in his brown hiking boots.
Miles clicked some more ammunition into his own gun, and then breathlessly said, "Arthur, you've got to be careful! We don't even know what condition they're in! For God sake, Arthur, figure out a plan and follow it! Let Yusuf deal with the driving, and we'll deal with the guns. Get yourself together!"
"Arthur! What should I do?" Yusuf asked shakily, panic filling his voice. The gray van was jerking violently, occasionally swerving when he drove around the few cars that were still on the almost abandoned streets of Paris.
"Just…wait a sec! I'm trying to figure this out!" Arthur said, frustration rising in his voice.
There was a dimly lit, cobblestone bridge up ahead. The Chrome Corps van was almost near the start of the bridge. Maybe if we run them off the bridge, we can retrieve Eames and Ariadne. But that would be too dangerous. If they are hurt, then driving them into a cold river wasn't the best idea. They might die. But this may be our only chance to get them back, the Chrome Corps van was losing us, quickly gaining distance.
Come on Arthur! Make a decision! You're running out of time! Make your decision! Make it NOW!
God, so little time! No time at all to look at details. The tracking device's batteries were dead. If we run them off the bridge, there is a chance we might save them. But there is also a chance that they might die. On the other hand if we let them get away, which might buy us some time, and it may give Ariadne and Eames more time to live or escape somehow.
The choice has to be made…
We were running. Running away. The second I stormed out of the stairwell, they saw me. Eames jogged briskly out once he heard me gasp in terror. He grabbed my wrist and we quickly darted down the black and white hallway. The pounding pair of footsteps behind us made an annoying clacking sound as they tried to catch us. I thought I saw a glimpse of a handgun as I quickly looked over my shoulder, though Eames just dragged me forward. Our breaths came in gasps and wheezes, and all we could smell was the awful stench of bleach. My chest hurt from the labored breathing, but I pushed on.
Just as the men came right up on our heels and I could feel someone's fingertips glance across my shoulder, trying to grab hold of me, we were suddenly thrown into zero gravity. Being throw into zero gravity definitely caught me off guard and unawares. Eames and I hit the ceiling together. My breath got knocked out of me when my head hit the florescent light, cracking the glass into an intricate spider web design.
But Eames was off and…floating. He grabbed at the off-white ceiling tiles, pulling us along, and trying to gain an advantage against the confused Sullivan and Detric. They quickly recovered from their daze and started to desperately snatch at the ceiling and tile walls, trying to follow us. I soon realized that we couldn't give ourselves the kick; there was no gravity, no pull, no force and most definitely no way out of this dream without a gun.
As we free-floated down the hall, we reached upon one of the red emergency back doors. As Eames fumbled with the door, I looked around for an object that could be used as a weapon. All I could find were some free-floating syringes, which we couldn't use unless we wanted to needle ourselves out of this dream, which I didn't like the idea of since we still could feel pain in dreams.
"Okay Ari, once I open this door, I need you to hang on to me and stay close. I don't know whose dream this is, and I don't know what type of subconscious defense there is. So we have got to be careful. I took one of the guy's guns when we were thrown into zero g's, so we should be alright for now," Eames explained with a seriousness that I couldn't believe came from him.
"Wait…how come I never get a gun? During the Inception job, I never even held a gun throughout the whole job! Do you not trust me with a gun? Do you think I'm really that bad of a shot?" I asked annoyed.
Eames chuckled heartily, then turned his dark eyes toward me and lightly said, "First of all, love, we only have one gun. Secondly, we needed to protect you and we didn't want to test your shooting skills so close to a job that important. So calm down darling, it's nothing personal," he gave another hearty laugh and said, "Oh, and by the way love, you look great in zero gs," he winked at me playfully.
I tried slapping him again, but I was unsuccessful since he floated out of my range, so I let out a frustrated grunt and let my face heat up with embarrassment.
"Eames, just wait until we get out of here, you are so going to pay!" I said with determination, frustration, and revenge in my voice, all wrapped up together like a package.
"Sure you will, darling," Eames said mockingly.
Eames opened the bright red doors and we floated gracefully outside. What we saw terrified us, it was unbelievable. I had never seen anything like it, not even in the Inception job. This scared me to my core, leaving me shaking, and leaving Eames in complete shock, for once having nothing to say.
AN: again! I actually have the last two chapters planned out! (maybe not the last chapters) But you never know! :D