DISCLAIMER: Christopher Nolan owns Inception.
People at the FBI were surprisingly ignorant of the fact that there were 4 criminals in their building. They just went about as if we were invisible. All part of the deal I suppose.
Agent Reid greeted us as soon as we were there.
"Cobb, glad you're here," he smiled.
"You didn't think we'd run, did you?" Cobb smirked.
Reid chuckled. "I guess I did." He looked behind Cobb to us. "Eames, Arthur. Nice to see you again," he gave a small nod. His eyes wondered past me. "I'm guessing that you're Ariadne? I'm Agent Morgan Reid, thanks for coming down."
"No problem," Ariadne chirped behind me.
"Please, follow me. I want you to meet the BAU."
We followed him down the office. Everything was surprisingly disorganised. There were papers everywhere, AC blowing full pelt and agents running around everywhere. My desk back at home was more put together than this. When I brought myself back to reality, I saw 3 agents, all crowded around a desk, studying pictures of the bomb sites.
"This is our BAU. Agents Marling, Dexter and Cole."
The men didn't offer handshakes or any physical greeting. Just simple nods. I think I preferred it that way.
"Tell us what you know," Cobb said, looking at the pictures on the table.
Agent Cole, or Dexter, I didn't really care, stepped forward. "Before you go into the interview, you should know. We've been on this guy for a week. Hasn't said a word. Just kept insisting he sees you specifically."
"What did you get from his behaviour?" I asked.
"He's a nervous thing. Unconfident, feels like a failure. Willing to please, but doesn't try his hardest."
"You got all that from his behaviour?" Eames asked, raising his eyebrows.
One of the agents smiled. "That's our job."
Reid nodded. "Ok let's go, the more time we waste means more lives lost. Marling, you're with us."
He led us down a small hallway, and I was feeling more and more like I was in a bad cob movie.
"Who's hosting the interview?" he asked. Cobb motioned to me with his head. I swear to God, Reid laughed quietly to himself.
"Fine. Here, Arthur," he said, handing me a small device. An earpiece. I placed it behind my ear and adjusted the volume.
"We'll be in touch the whole time. We'll be looking through the mirror, so we'll see everything he does." He opened a door to a small room, full of paper and a computer or two. He motioned to the door next to it. "Keep calm, and try to let him know that you're in charge. Good luck, we're counting on you." He shut the door, leaving us one step away from the accomplice of a terrorist.
"Ariadne, you can wait here if you want," Cobb said, looking behind him. Ariadne shook her head.
"You can't get rid of me at the best part," she smirked. Cobb nodded at me, and I cleared my throat.
"Let's get this over with."
He pushed open the door revealing a small room. One table and two chairs. I stepped in but froze when I saw the man's face. I instantly felt my blood boil at the sight of him.
Nash. I thought he had been killed by Cobal. He either made a lucky escape or bargained for his life. Again. I should have probably felt betral from him when he tried to sell us out to Saito, but you can't feel betral from someone you don't like.
"Nash?" Cobb asked, sounded a little stunned.
Nash twitched nervously, but smiled. In that kind of creepy way.
"Cobb, surprised to see me alive? You should be, after you let them send me off to Cobal for 6 weeks of non-stop torture." His confidence was new. He has probably spent a lot of time to think about what he was going to say to us practicing his assertiveness.
Cobb shook his head. "Nash, you sold us out. Somehow I didn't feel the need to defend you after that." He looked at me and motioned for me to step forward.
Nash looked at me. "Arthur, still a pain in the ass?"
I felt my muscles seize up. I knew I had to stay professional. I sat down and pulled out a file in front of me.
"Oh, so I see you're questioning me. Has Cobb let you off the leash?"
I momentarily paused, wondering whether or not to break his jaw, just to shut him up.
"So Nash, tell me. The guy you're working for, how much does he pay you for this little game?"
"More than you ever did," he muttered.
I felt myself getting increasingly angry. How could this guy have the ability to carry out something like this?
"How did you even have the mental capacity to plant several bombings?"
He smiled again. "I just have more imagination than you." He looked behind me where the others were standing. I kept my eye on him the whole time, watching his annoying presence.
"Hi. You must be their new Architect. Just wait, one day they'll send you off to your death as well."
"Don't look at her," I snapped. "You're talking to me. Tell me Nash, why did you do it? Why did you kill hundreds of people? I knew you were a piece of shit the first time I saw you, but this is an unthinkable low."
"Arthur-" Cobb started.
"Who hired you? Huh? Who are you working for?"
I would have liked to think I was getting to him, but his expression never changed. He still looked overly confident. Too comfortable.
"All that. Is that all you want to know? Didn't you think it was odd, that the bombings just happened to be in your places of residence?" he chuckled.
Looking back, he was right. It should have been more obvious. Cobb and I lived in Los Angeles, Ariadne in Paris, and Eames in England. The bombings were secured to those specific areas.
"You did this for revenge," Cobb stated. "You knew that if you rolled with this guy then maybe you could get a change to get us back."
"But it didn't work, did it?" I picked up. "You thought that you could kill us and anyone we had worked with. You got it wrong, like all the other stuff you do. You killed hundreds of other people, leaving us untouched. After that your boss probably turned you in, threw you out on the streets, set up a bank robbery, anything that would catch the attention of the police. You accepted it because you know you can't do anything right."
Nash flinched at the statement, and I smirked at him, satisfied.
"Did I hit a nerve? Do us all a favour and cut the bullshit. Tell us where the guy is and all this can stop. No more people have to die."
He sat there for a moment, staring at the table. I glanced quickly at Cobb who nodded without looking in my direction. I looked back at Nash. He flicked his head up and kept his face straight.
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Nash. I'm not kidding around. Tell us where this guy is, he's a murderer."
He stared right at me. "I told you, I'm not saying anything."
The room was silent for a moment.
"Arthur, can you come to the back for a moment?" The earpiece buzzed in my ear. I stared at Nash before getting up, pushing the chair back a little too harshly.
I motioned for Cobb and the others to follow me into the next room. Reid was standing there with another agent, staring through the translucent mirror.
"This isn't going well," he said, rubbing his temple.
"I can get the information. Just give me a few more minutes with him."
"So what? So you can get mad and lose your temper? No. Cobb can try it."
I blinked at him. Was this guy serious? I was so close.
"No, seriously, I can do it. Give me another chance to-"
"Look Arthur, I don't know what kind of bad relationship you have with this guy, but right now we're on an interview. Cobb, you try," he snapped.
Cobb nodded and returned to the interview room. I stared at Reid, my fist curling. My patience with this guy was decreasing rapidly.