Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Many thanks to Moviemaniac12 for letting me co-write this fic.
"Arthur." Cobb's voice was low but firm. I ignored him and put my foot on the accelerator.
"Arthur," Cobb's voice was beginning to hold a warning note. "Slow down! We're in danger of colliding with something!"
I gritted my teeth. "You want to catch Nash, right?"
"Yes," Cobb admitted, "But-"
"But, nothing." I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I could still make him out – he was weaving along the pavement, and nearly collided with a woman coming out of Starbucks. I cursed.
"Will you calm down?" Cobb's voice was starting to grate. "I know you want to get this done, but if you kill us all-"
"Well, I'm not going to!" I snapped. I kept focused on the road, determined not to turn and look at him. If I did, I'd lose concentration.
Nash was still running. The train station was still half a kilometre away. "Eames!"
"Yes?"
"Its your dream – do you have any shortcuts?"
Eames paused. "Turn right at the traffic lights coming up. It'll shave five minutes off."
I slowed on the gas as the lights started to turn from amber to green, then accelerated again. I made a sharp turn at the road suggested. I exhaled.
Cobb was silent. So were Eames and Ariadne. I swerved sharply into the parking lot, and switched off the engine. Pulling the keys out, I opened my door and made to leave, only to find myself suddenly slammed back into the door by Eames.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Eames demanded, his fingers curled around my jacket collar. I shifted.
"I'm trying to get Nash," I said, my words coming out harshly. "Just let me get on with it!"
"We're ALL trying to get Nash!" Eames snapped. "You're turning this into a personal crusade, and putting yourself and others at risk in the process!"
"This is always a risk – you know it!"
Eames relinquished his grip on my coat, and took a step backwards. I glared at him.
"Arthur-" Cobb approached me. "Please, just calm down, ok? I know you want to get Nash, but at the moment, this isn't helping."
I looked at the floor. My blood was pumping and I could hear a dim roar in my ears. I looked up at Eames. "Sorry," I mumbled.
His eyes were hard. "Accepted." He swallowed. "OK, where do we go now?"
"We go into the station," Cobb said, more calmly, "and we wait."
"No time." Ariadne said, suddenly.
"What?" Cobb turned round. She was pointing at a figure running up to the main entrance. Nash.
"OK!" Cobb said, authoratively. "Tail him!"