DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.
Nash was standing with Ariadne, a gun to her head.
Cobb raised his gun quickly. "Let her go."
"No. You've already shown your distaste for one Architect, what's one more?"
Eames moved further into the room. "We're not kidding around. You're making this hard enough as it is."
"Then get the hell out of my head," he snarled.
"Then tell us what we need to know," I demanded, clicking the safety back on my gun.
"I said before, I'm not telling you anything."
Cobb shook his head, frustrated. "Nash, look, just tell us where this guy is, and everything will be a lot easier for you."
Nash furrowed his brow. "Look, I'm am not saying anything."
I raised my eyebrow. "What are you hiding?"
He looked at me for a second. His hand quickly moved and he pulled back the trigger. Ariadne's scream pierced the room.
Pain is in the mind.
I flinched as the gunshot subsided. Ariadne was doubled over, gasping for air.
"Now you're listening to me!" he yelled. "You tell the FBI that I had nothing to do with those bombings, and I'll leave you alone."
"And if we don't?"
"Then I'll send her to limbo."
"You just don't stop, do you?" I growled.
"I don't plan to," he smirked. "So, do we have a deal?"
"You are so twisted," I snapped. "Why did you do this? Kill thousands of innocent people, and now, you're holding a young woman hostage?"
Eames looked at me. "Arthur, don't provoke him."
"No, I'm serious. Why are you so hostile, Nash? What's in it for you?"
He stared at me. "You really hate me, don't you?"
"More than I can stand. You're a vile human being."
Ariadne gave me a panicked glance. "…Arthur…."
I continued, regardless of the others. "I try not to believe in evil, Nash, but you're making it very hard."
Eames looked at me again. "Arthur. Stop."
A slam on the door made me jump. The slam turned into a loud pounding, with additional yells.
"The projections," Cobb muttered.