Chapter 11 - Totem
Gianna continued to ponder on what Eames had said while she was in the shower, after they had returned from their run.
He said if things work out between us, he'd come back after the one month period that we have to lay low. But he also said that he doesn't stay in one place long, which is bad for me, because I like long term relationships. What's a girl to do?
"Okay, I'm going to the range to work on my shot, and my totem. Eames is going with. And you guys are?" Gianna asked picking her keys off the table.
"Going over to the warehouse early to work on my layout. And he's going to keep me company." Ariadne stated, slipping on her shoes.
"Cool, we'll be over to the warehouse around two."
While they were at the range, Gianna was working on her totem. She had decided to make a bullet that was top heavy, so that in reality it would topple easily as soon as she set it down, and in a dream it would stand up. But she'd have to test it when they got back to the warehouse. She went into the room where they make the bullets and melted down the lead. She melted more metals down into the molten lead, and took the molten metals into her ladle and poured it out into her mold, she poured the melted metal into the top before putting a barrier in the middle so that the bottom of the bullet remained hollow, creating the top heavy affect. She finished up making the bullet, making sure to mark it specially so she knew it was her totem, pocketed it, and went back into target practice.
"Have you ever tried throwing a knife?" Eames asked after shooting his last round.
"I've tried a few times, but with no luck, really."
"Well, there may be a point in the dream when your gun becomes useless, and you can't exactly will bullets to show up in your pocket, so it's always good to have options. You could, of course, just will a flood to come through or something of the sort, but you'd have the projections tearing at you in no time. You need something common, and easy to carry around. Like a knife." He told her, flicking out a small army knife and throwing it towards the wall. It hit a paper target with a satisfying 'thud' and stayed there.
"Impressive. I'll go pick up a few knives from the front and practice."
She returned with four knives of various sizes. One that could easily be kept in a pocket, one that could be kept in a boot or tapes to a leg, one that would probably not be able to be hidden. And one that could probably be hidden in a shirt sleeve or in her bust.
"You bought all of these, love?"
"Well, yeah. I'd need practice, and I'd need to know what to prepare for in the dream. I didn't want to dream up a machete by mistake. But, that could be very useful..."
"We'll think about that later. Now, what you need to do is face your target and hold your knife by the blade." He said, spinning her around to an unused target. "Okay now, aim," He held her wrist and drew it back preparing her to release it. "Now, flick your wrist and release the knife." He released her wrist and she let it go. The knife hit the target, but it hit a little lower than Eames' shot. "Well, you can work on aim and speed later. We have about fifteen minutes to get to the warehouse."
"Kay. Let's go then."
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"Did you work on your totem?" Eames asked in the car.
"Yes."
"Can I see it?"
"Hell no."
"Very good. Now, keep it with you wherever you go. Don't let anyone touch it. Check it after you wake from a dream, but don't become too obsessive about it."
"Yes sir, Mr Eames, sir!" She said in a mock salute. "So, how are you going to feel if you have nothing to forge?"
"It's not so unusual, but I'll hope I have something to forge, just so you can prove your worth."
"Don't tease me! Just remember who won our little shooting competition."
"And just remember that you're afraid of anything medically related so you might tense up and cause the whole dream to collapse." She looked ahead seriously at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than before.
"Will that really happen?"
"It could. We just have to train you out of your fears. There are obviously things we can do to eradicate you of your fear considering nothing traumatizing has happened to you personally."
"I hope so." She said, pulling into the warehouse.
"We've got a problem." Cobb said, rushing over to Gianna's car. "Gregory, our mark, had an appointment planned fro surgery where he'd have to go under in which we could incept him after they were finished, but he canceled the surgery because he'll be out of state."
"Can't we just pull and 'Operation Incept Fischer' and put him under in the plane?" Eames asked
"Well, there's always the problem that he doesn't like flying, so he'll be traveling in a car."
"Well, things keep getting easier and easier for us don't they." Eames commented sarcastically.
A/N: Here's my chapter!
Now, instead of making a lame excuse as to why I haven't updated until today, I'll let you move on and do whatever you were doing before I deicded to upload the chapter so late.
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