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"Where's Nash?"

Reid turned to Cobb. "He's been moved into a jail further in the city."

"Good riddance," I muttered under my breath. No-one heard except Ariadne, who looked at me, amused at my remark.

"You'll be able to start your work here, under our supervision." Reid opened a door to reveal a small room, containing a few desks and one computer. It was hardly the Ritz, but it would have to do.

"Let me know if you need anything," he mumbled before leaving the room.

"Let's get to work."

"How many layers do you think we need?" Ariadne asked, scribbling notes down in her notepad. Cobb furrowed his brow, going over the thoughts in his head.

"Let's assume 2. A dream within a dream. We need to create something where the location to the terrorist will be obvious."

Eames looked up. "What, like a map or GPS?"

"I was thinking more like a diary or journal. We could uncover the motives behind this guy as well as the location."

I looked through my file of Nash, looking over the details of his court case. "Why don't we make the first level a police interview? That's clearly where he feels confident." I stood up, unwrapping the situation in my head. "Eames could forge a cop, and let Nash take him down. He would run, but it needs to be somewhere where we can sedate him."

"A train," Ariadne said, poking her pencil at her forehead. "We could sedate him there, and take him into the next level."

Cobb nodded. "Great. Reid says they found Nash robbing a small store in Knoxville. We could recreate that robbery, but this time, the cops wouldn't get to him. He would go lead us to the diary."

"We could create him a hotel or small apartment complex. Ariadne, you would need to make it dirty, a little cheap, something he would be used to," I smirked.

Ariadne nodded and started sketching out some rough ideas. Cobb looked at me.

"Arthur, we need you to find out all the research you could about the robbery in Knoxville. Some more on the previous bombings would be useful as well."

"On it."

"Eames, get to work on your Cop. We also need you to forge the man that Nash is robbing."

Eames nodded. "How are we in the way of projections and dream stability?"

Cobb went quiet. So did Ariadne. Cobb knew more than any of us that Nash would not have a normal mind.

He sighed. "I'm going to be honest with you, Nash will not have a stable mind. His projections will be aggressive, maybe even a little violent. He's been in stimulated dreams before, so we'll have to work especially hard on the detail. Overall, this won't be easy."

"Or safe." Cobb looked at me, uneasy. I continued. "Cobb, his subconscious for the Saito job were causing a riot. They came in and ripped him apart." Someone flinched out of the corner of my eye, I assumed it was Ariadne.

"Oh well, at least we'll have fun," Eames mumbled.

…..

"Goodnight," Eames mumbled before sulking off to his room. It was past midnight, and Cobb had decided to stay behind to talk to Reid. I offered to take everyone back to the hotel.

"Good work today," I said. Good work? Nice one Arthur, you're a real interesting guy.

"Thanks," Ariadne said, holding back a yawn. "Still worried?"

"More now than ever."

Ariadne nodded. There was nothing more to be said.

"Goodnight then. See you tomorrow," I unlocked the door to my room.

"Arthur?"

I turned my head, where she was standing awkwardly.

"Yes?"

"We will do this. You're a great Point Man, you should trust yourself."

Weakly, I smiled. It was easier said than done.