Erm…. Hi?

(Cowers in terror as several upset readers give death glare) I know, I know I haven't updated in what, 5, 6 months? I'm a seriously terrible updater, but I've been amazingly stressed- guild, school musical, arts festival, finals- I have been in MAJOR bitch mode- as my close friends can attest to (I know you are laughing to yourself as you read this. You know who you are).

BUT.

It's summer vacation now! So I will actually be able to write and update. Well….after my trip. Which I'm leaving for this week. And not coming back for almost three weeks. Heehe. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and I might put pics of ocs on my profile. By the way, I am very heavy on ocs. And to those who read the earlier version of chapter 3, I changed Michael Weathers name- almost exactly the same as Michael Weatherly, who is who I see as the character. So his name is now Leon Weathers.

Things get a little (well, maybe a lot) intense towards the end of this. If you are uncomfortable with the TALK of adult themes, then do not continue! I promise that I do not describe it in detail.

DISCLAIMER! - inception does not belong to me. There's this one dude- maybe you've heard of him? - named Christopher Nolan. And he. Is. A. GENIUS! And he happens to own inception. And I don't. Which is unfortunate to say the least.

Ariadne blinked as her eyes got used to the abundant bright lights of the warehouse. She could hear struggling on either side of her, and turned to see what was happening. She realized she was stuck in the middle when she saw Arthur and Eames to her left, and Yusuf and William on her right. Yusuf was making several weak attempts to throw his captor off who…Ariadne blinked again, this time in surprise.

A beautiful, dark haired woman was holding him, a fair-sized man, like it was no trouble at all. As she looked around, she realized that all of the intruders were women, clad in black leather outfits. William was growling at the ghostly pale, doll-like blond woman who had her knee digging into his back and her arms holding him in a full Nelson. A short, fiery-looking Latina had a surprised Arthur locked in an iron grip. Eames, (who she noticed looked more annoyed than surprised), was being held in a headlock by an absolutely ethereal lady- she looked tall, and was pale, with long black hair and deep blue eyes.

Ariadne twisted around to see who was keeping her arms behind her back, and was met by the face of another blond woman, except that this one had dark eyes and a bold, square jaw. The woman who was holding her seemed a little startled when Ariadne had wriggled around, but quickly shoved the architect's face back to the ground. However, her hesitation had provided Ariadne with the opportunity to see the final intruder; a somewhat tall, dark –haired, dark-eyed, tattooed woman with a face devoid of emotion. Ariadne was more scared of the blank face than if the woman had an expression of fury. It meant she was either an emotionless, miserable human being or…she was a robot*.

How did all of this happen? One second, they were heatedly discussing the job, and the next they were all pinned to the ground by a group of young women. Ariadne wasn't trying to be sexist; she is a female too. But it seems so unlikely that six women were able to overpower a highly-skilled group of extractors, at least not without planning. One of the women seemed to know Eames, from what she had said earlier. Who were they? How do these strangers know who they are?

Ariadne glanced at her colleagues to see if they were panicked. They had all stopped struggling, but all of them (except Eames) seemed wary and confused. Even Arthur, who always knew everything there is to know, seemed bewildered. What is going on?

The lone standing woman studied them all with an air of disinterest, then produced a thick coiled rope from behind her back, and bent over Eames. He opened his mouth to protest, but she silently pulled out a Glock hidden at her waist and pointed it at Ariadne. Ariadne's breath hitched, her eyes flitting between her British friend and the cold woman threatening her. Why did she point the gun at me? She thought." Why not Arthur, or Yusuf, or William, or bloody Eames himself?" Not that she wanted any of them to die. She just wondered why the woman had chosen to point the gun at her.

Eames made a slow, careful sign of surrender, and the woman began tying him up. The beauty that had been holding him let go so he would be easier to tie up, and then stood. Ariadne was right; she was tall, towering over everyone else. The giantess retreated, and leaned against Arthur's desk, with an expression similar to the tattooed woman. The latter finished tying up Eames, then moved on to Arthur, and Ariadne, and silently tied up William and Yusuf up as well. No one tried to resist her, wary of her gun. As soon as she finished tying up Yusuf, she stepped back, so she was in line with the other women, who were now standing in a horizontal line in front of their captives. They had been tied with their hands behind their backs, kneeling with their ankles tied too, in an extremely uncomfortable position.

No one spoke; each side was just observing the enemy. Finally, with a nod from the tattooed woman, (Ariadne assumed she was the leader), the Latina barked, "Unexpected, huh? Didn't think we could get to you? Well you wouldn't; you don't even know who we are. Except he-" she pointed a calloused finger at Eames "should know who she is." She finished, with a head jerk to the tattooed woman.

Silence. The dark haired woman who had held Yusuf cleared her throat and said 'You know, now would be a good time to say something." Ariadne's eyes widened in surprise- she was French, and youngish, and dark-haired and beautiful, and had piercing gray-blue eyes. At first, she thought her nightmares were coming true, and Mal was back to hurt her. But Ariadne looked again, and she saw that the woman didn't actually really look like Mal, and while she wasn't smiling, she didn't have an aura of hostility like Mal did.

Eames snorted. "Oh, now I'm allowed to speak, am I?" The tattooed woman glared at him. "Yeah, I know her. I don't know why she and her team of crazy bitches are here to kill us, though."

The other five women stiffened at his words, but the tattooed woman hissed at him. "First of all, Eames, they are not my team of crazy bitches; they have names-"

"Oh, funnily enough, so does my team!" Eames said sarcastically. "Imagine that… why don't we get all cozy and introduce ourselves? Hello everyone, my name is Eames, and my friends are Arthur, Ariadne, William, and Yusuf. "

"I don't give a sh-"

"Now, now, dear, remember your manners. C'mon, I'm sure these ladies are dying to introduce themselves."

"Melania, Selena, Patia, Alisa, and Calista." The woman gestured impatiently to the giantess, the Latina, the normal blonde, the ghostly blonde, and the French girl, respectively. "That's beside the point. We're here because-"

"You know, I think you are only here because you want to punish me for leaving you." Eames said pleasantly. Crazy ex-girlfriend, then Ariadne thought to herself.

The woman lost her emotionless mask, and her expression became one of pure fury. "You make it sound like you were ALLOWED to leave!" she shrieked.

"It was my life, and I'm sorry, but I didn't want to be tied down anymore. I'm allowed to make my own decisions! And I left you in capable hands-"Eames shouted angrily

"CAPABLE HANDS? You left me with a bunch of girls who were hardly older than I! You never contacted me after that, you left me alone with them and never bothered to see if I was even still alive!"

Ariadne stared at her in shock. Was she just insane, or misinformed? Ariadne wasn't an expert, but she didn't think you stayed close to an ex-boyfriend after your breakup.

"Yeah, well, they were your friends, and who else were you going to go to? God, I'm gonna kill them for letting you go psycho like this…"

The woman choked on a hysterical sob. "That job was completed already, Eames. Your friends saw to that."

Eames was as confused as his audience. "What do you mean?"

She looked up from her lowered lids, and Ariadne thought the hatred there would have made the hatred she had seen in Mal's eyes seem insignificant. The woman was boiling with rage. "What I mean, "she whispered in a low, dangerous voice, "is that Peter and George and Basil came around a week after you left to see 'how we were doing'. And those bastards, those people you called your friends just… they overpowered us. The only thing they came for was sex; they only wanted to hurt us. And Thalia and Olympe fought back…and the assholes didn't like that and they had a knife…and…god, Eames, I was only eleven years old!" she cried, the hysteria back.

Ariadne was more confused than before; she figured out that the girl wasn't an ex-girlfriend, and she felt sympathy for her, even though she wasn't sure of what was going on. She looked towards Eames, and saw that there was a look of complete horror on his face. "What….what did you do?"

She glared hard at him. "After they got their scared shitless asses out of there, I was alone with two bodies. What was I supposed to do? The police came, and I told them what happened, and as soon as I had the chance, I ran. They knew I didn't do it, but all they wanted me to do was go to an orphanage. There was no way in hell I was going back to one of those. So I ran, and I looked for a job. Course, no one's gonna give a job to a young kid, no matter how hungry they are." She laughed bitterly here, but it sounded more like crying. "It got so bad that I passed out in an alleyway. Best thing that happened to me in a while. These girls found me, and when I woke up, they offered me a well-paying job." She finished.

"What kind of a job?" Eames questioned cautiously.

Another bitter laugh. "People say prostitutes are the worst people in the world, but I disagree. They willingly took me in when no one else did. I was happy to work for them. Been there ever since." A short pause. "That's where I met these five. We've been a group for the past 10 years, since I was 14. And we learned things, together. I could do your forging job better than you could, if I wanted to."

The extractors all exchanged startled looks. The girl knew about their job? About them?

"But enough about me; how has your 13 years of 'not being tied down' been, Eames? How has freedom suited you?" She mocked. "Too difficult to check in on family? Or too difficult to remember you had family?" More confused looks from the extractors. "I would have thought that at least Arthur would know. He is the point man, isn't he? Doesn't he know the most intimate details of your life? Or did you bury me too deep for even him to find?"

She turned her attention from Arthur to the team, and gave them a feral grin. "I'm terribly sorry for being rude. My names Desdemona- I'm Eames' little sister."

Whoo, finally done with the chapter! It was a little more intense than I thought it would be, and I don't really like it. But it took me forever, so it's gonna stay like this.

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Instead of adding pics of Leon Weathers, William, Melania, Calista, Patia, Selena, Alisa, and Desdemona to my profile, I decided just to put up the name of the actor or actress, so if you are actually curious about what I see the characters as, then you can check that out.

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