{VOICEMAIL; Please Leave A Message}

[forgerydarling]

This is the Dog & Bone of one Mr. Eames.

I'm quite clearly unavailable at the present time, for reasons either fair or foul, but most likely a bit of both.
Please do leave your name slash pseudonym and your message after the beep, and i'll endeavour to get back to you at the earliest convenient opportunity.

Cheers.

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[fischer_king]

"Hello, there. I, uh... I nicked your number. I don't know if you'd remember me, my name is Robert Fischer. We met a few months ago, in rather dramatic circumstances. I'm in Japan today, but, I'd love to meet up with you when I get back into America. If you'll be in America, at all."

He cleared his throat; this felt very awkward to him and he didn't know what to expect in return.

"You can leave me a voicemail or text me, I guess. Since you've got my number now too."

[forgerydarling]

Bloody hell. Fischer.

Well that was practically the last person Eames ever expected to hear on his phone when he checked his voicemail. It wasn't every day a former Mark gave you a ring-a-ling a few months later.
So it hadn't worked... he knew somehow. And he was in Japan. Coincidence? Saito.

Eames didn't return the call, feeling a bit discombobulated by the incredible newness of the situation.

So he texted.

"Hello. Who'd you nick my number from if you don't mind me asking? Sure you got the right bloke? Not sure you do. Please confirm."

[fischer_king]

Fischer rolled his eyes when he saw the text, sighing. He had expected as much, but he'd still hoped.

He kept in the same style, texting, letting Eames control the situation.

"It's not really important how I got the number, is it? I'm pretty sure you're the right man. We shared a flight. A flight to Los Angeles. A very memorable flight... at least, for me, it was."

[forgerydarling]

This could be a trick. It could be a bloody trap!

Curiosity killed the cat, but Eames couldn't help himself. He had to know. And plausible deniability... if it was a trap, he could talk his way out of it.

"A lot can happen on a 12 hour flight.
You want to meet? Why me?"

Sent.

Had he contacted the others? He should call Arthur and let him know about this.

[delilah_taft]

Sigh.

Hi, Eames. Sorry for not returning your call...s. Or texts. I've been busy, you know. I'm very busy. Erm, just calling to see how you're doing. As I'm sure you were just calling up to check on your Lilah Dear. I'm just here and there, getting some info for a job and...well, that's sorta classified, but...errr...I, haha, sorry, um...

Sorry about that night. I feel cheap, not going to lie, darlin. Uhhh. I'd love it if you deleted that--those--pictures, but...I guess they're yours to do with what you, uhh, will...I'm just...

Alright, talk to yall later. Bye.

Click.

[forgerydarling]

Lilah. Glad to hear you're alive and this Extractor of yours isn't a CIA Federal Murderer like I expected.

...

Do you want me to delete the photos? I can if you'd like. I don't really want to, but if you feel weirdly about a notorious Englishman having a few pretty pictures of you on his phone, i'll get rid of them. I promise. They're nothing bad, you know.
I think the one I sent you was quite a lot worse, and probably more incriminating. But don't delete it. Keep it.

You never know when you might need to blackmail me.

I had fun, anyhow.

Cheerio for now.

Click.

[delilah_taft]

Hey, Eames, sorry I missed you again. And sorry you missed me. Again. Um...well, you know, you don't...have to delete them...they are rather nice pictures. I'm sure, compared to the rest of the pictures on your phone. Aheheh. And yeah, I did keep your picture. Pictures. It's been a while since I've had a handsome man on my phone. It's my background.

...that was a joke. Aheh.

Anyway, lemme know where your whereabouts will be in a few weeks. Maybe we can get together, explore some jobs, have some coffee or liquor...or both...God that sounds good...

...

...anyway...

Talk to yall later. You stay alright, darlin.

Click.

[clockworkcoup]

Mr. Eames. I have a business proposition for you.

[forgerydarling]

Mr. Saito. Just got your message.

Oh... bloody hell. Time difference. Apologies.

You still have my fax number I trust? Please send details.

And by the by, thought you should know, I was just contacted by Robert Fischer. Did he get my number through you? Please let me know if there's a situation.

Look forward to receiving your fax.

{click.}

[clockworkcoup]

This situation is too sensitive for fax machines. I'll be sending you a ticket to Japan. We'll discuss business once you're here.

The pay will be very good, I assure you. And if you choose to walk away, then you'll have a very interesting vacation in my county, I am sure.

[forgerydarling]

Acknowledged, Mr. Saito.

I await this ticket and further instructions with baited breath.

[loadedbones]

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{click}

[loadedbones]

Eames, answer your--never mind, forget it.

{click}

[forgerydarling]

No, answer yours, Darling.

And don't you dare leave me a message about Time Zones and latitudes and rotations of the Earth or whatever else it was you said last time.

There's no excuse not to be awake and waiting for my call at every possible time of day or night.

We need to talk. It's important.
No really, it is.

I'll call you again later.

Pick up your bloody phone.

{click}

[loadedbones]

You're insufferable and I hate your answering machine message. Change it.

What's so important? The weird bumps on your you-know-what? Go to Planned Parenthood, Eames, they specialize in all sorts of nasty things.

{click}

[forgerydarling]

Your condescension is eternally appreciated, Arthur.

I'm clearly not too insufferable to save your scrawny beautiful arse on a regular basis, however.
No no. No need to thank me. I know how you so despise that most foreign of emotions - gratitude.

If you'd like to check my 'you-know-what' as you so childishly call it, you're more than welcome to. In fact, i'd like to arrange an appointment with you soon for just this purpose.

And also to talk about Robert Fischer.

ps. If you need me to save your life again, you know my number.

Love you too.

{click}