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{ No Way Back : Log 02 } - for artfulforger

Nov 28, 2011 01:54

Right after this.

It wasn't very much longer until they were entering the hotel room that Arthur had reserved - one bed - and he dropped his bag down onto a chair. He ran a hand over his face. "No more people randomly popping in and out, right? No shifting hallways or hammers. If I see another hammer, it'll be too soon ( Read more... )

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artfulforger November 28 2011, 08:08:26 UTC

Settling into the other chair in the corner, Eames leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Trying to clear his mind, work it all out.

"I..." He sighed, lifting his head and looking at Arthur. "I don't have a bloody clue and no idea what to think. It was real, wasn't it?"

bamf_pointman November 28 2011, 08:17:15 UTC

"Sadly - that's what everything is pointing to," Arthur said with some reluctance. Neither of them were very close to figuring this thing out on their own so that left only one choice. Research. It was what he did best and what Arthur turned to when he had no answers. Arthur walked over and took out his laptop from it's carrying case then set himself up on the bed. "I'll see if there's anything about...such experiences online."

artfulforger November 29 2011, 06:09:05 UTC

Eames nodded, glad to have the pointman to do the research. He'd always been one amazing at the nuances of a person, but outright research was another story.

"Arthur, there can't be..." He shook his head. What other option was there really? "Okay. Did you catch the address before we hurried off?"

bamf_pointman November 29 2011, 16:09:00 UTC

"There is no other explaination. I hardly think we're the first. Even for our lives..." Arthur shook his head. There had to be other reportings.

Eames and he were internationally wanted criminals at the worst of times, at the best of times they were just dream criminals - doing what they did best. Never before had they run into this of all things.

He nodded. "I remember it. The invitation is in my bag," he pointed toward the messenger bag sitting in the chair next to Eames.

"One of the womens names was Sukeena, wasn't it?" Just saying her name caused Arthur to purse his lips and look up as though he expected her to appear at any minute. "You don't think --" Arthur shook his head. "They couldn't follow us, could they?" All were questions he would research the answers to until he had something firm to grab hold of.

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