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A/N: I DON'T OWN INCEPTION.

"Where are you going grandpa?"

The old man was carrying his jacket on his left hand, while a little girl grabbed his right hand.

"I'm going to see somebody, very important to you"

Her grandpa's smile was different. His eyes were shinning, and strangely he ordered them to fix their clothes and their room.

"Is daddy coming, grandpa?"

"Yes Phillipa. Your daddy is coming"

"What?"

He could see how her heart started to beat faster. But she kept that position, frowned with his mouth open. It wasn't good news for her, even him. That relaxing atmosphere from before was falling down.

"He called me yesterday. He told me to keep it, but I can't Phillipa. You have to know"

"Of course I have to know. Why on hell is he coming?"

Arthur sat on the bed, and rested his head on his hands. Certainly, he was nervous, hopeless, and without any energies to think about something to do.

"I don't know. He's coming with the family and-"

"We are not going to tell him"

Her voice was cold, unrecognizable to him.

"As you can see Mr. Smith, I can forge them perfectly"

Dominique returned to her real form, while Smith walked to the corridor. There was a few pictures on the walls. Cobb and his first wife, Cobb and his son, and finally, Cobb and his daughter.

"How you did it? A woman's talk in the doctor's waiting room, or maybe a foreing woman looking for some place in the neigborhood?"

The blonde haired woman smiled before answer the question.

"You quite know me, but no. It's easy to watch them when they are taking their own ways"

"What do you mean?"

She looked at her hands, watching how the red nail polish was shinning from her fingernails.

"She, the respetable Mrs Cobb spends too much time out of the house, and her husband is quite difficult to follow, specially when he's used to visit a particular bar in L.A. in wich, per say, I have the pleasure to met him"

"Did you-"

Now her hands were travelling through her hair.

"No, the lady isn't that type. She runs to the city, buy some cd's, read books, and buy that ridiculous indie clothes. Can you believe it? She's married, has children, but it seems hard to forget the teenage times. But him, he just looks for women whom really worth. He started to drink a few months ago. In a deep research, is for his daughter's departure. He always goes for blondes, I guess he's sick of brunettes"

"Are you telling me that he's-"

"Yes, he's an unfaithful husband. But let me tell you that he's not a crazy man. In all those months, he just saw two women, including me. Mrs Cobb doesn't know, or at least she doesn't suspect nothing"

"She'll realise it, sooner or later"

She sighed heavily, and sat on the bed beside him. Maybe he was right, but the problem was Dom's reaction.

"We dont' know how he's going to react -"

"Yes we know! He's going to kill you, Arthur. Please, think about us. We can't tell him, not now"

Perhaps, she was right. Imagining for a second Dom's angry face made Arthur froze. He knew perfectly his friend and colleague. Dom could been really pissed off, but not only for the fact that his daughter was with him, a man on his forties. He would have more reasons, such as the fact that he promised to take care of her, a thing he did, but not in that way, as an uncle.

"Let's say, we are not going to tell him. But if he realises, we have no way to scape"

Smith's mind was trying to process all the new information. It was something he didn't expect to happen. The Cobb family was showing a serie of dangerous signals. Dangerous for themselves, not for him.
It was something very useful for the procedure, and mostly important, for his own purpose. Breaking into an drinker's mind, was something easier than an extractor's.

"I'm glad you got all these valuable information. It only help us a lot"

The blonde haired woman made her own way to the garden, giving him her back.

"Did you contact Eames?"

"Yes, I did"

Dominique turned around to face her employer, suggesting him to continue with the rest of the story.

"I offered him his share, and told them about the job but-"

"Them?"

Smith smiled at her, and raised his eyebrows. She was missing something in the job.

"It supposed to be you as the extractor, Antoinette as the architect, Eames and me as the forgers and-"

"Arthur Woods as the Point Man. Oh, time for the kick -Smith looked at his watch and grabbed her arm- and remember darling, don't mess things with Eames again"

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