Prompt Post No. 13
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“No one ever reads the fine print,” Eames said. He took a swig from his water bottle, but his mouth still felt dry.
"They didn't know about it then, and I signed a stack of waivers this thick,” Arthur held his thumb and forefinger. “One day, about a year and a half after I started the project, I woke up and realized I'd slept through my alarm. I thought it hadn't gone off, that it was broken." He shrugged. "It wasn't. I was lucky, though. I knew a guy who ended up a vegetable and he didn't dream nearly as much as I did."
"Oh, Arthur," Eames said, because he couldn't stop himself.
Ariadne shouted and waved to them, standing next to the car. Eames stood and held out a hand to help Arthur up.
They rode the rest of the way in silence.
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Despite what he'd told Arthur yesterday, Eames was considerably less convinced of the okayness of the situation as the Whitty brother's henchmen escorted them up through the abandoned warehouse.
Duke Whitty's office was glass enclosed, high above the old factory floor. The machines remained, though Eames couldn't guess their purpose to look at them, all rotting conveyor belts and rusting gears.
"You got the information?" Duke said, sitting back and folding his hands over his stomach. With his cargo shorts, Bermuda hat and Hawaiian shirt he looked more tourist than big time thug with aspirations of bigger time thugdom, but there was still something predatory in his smile that made Eames shiver.
"Here's everything you asked for," Arthur said, sliding the attache case over the desk. "Records, account books, names."
Duke pulled the case over and opened it and pulled out one of the reports. He flipped through it and said, "You got made though, didn't you? On your way out. A hash of things."
Arthur knew Duke was talking but Duke's head was angled away. He looked at Eames, his face showing none of his anxiety save for the slight lifting of his eyebrow.
Eames shrugged, careful to keep his face to Arthur as he said, "It happens. Don't worry, the dramatic exits are complimentary. The target doesn't know who we are."
"You see, the fact that the target knows you were there at all is what bothers me, what really fucking concerns me."
"There are risks with every operation," Arthur said, he must have been going for authoritative, but he's just a touch too loud for the small room. "You knew that going into it. We got what you wanted. We held up our end of the deal." Arthur shifted ever so slightly and his jacket, revealing the holstered gun.
And Eames skin heated as the tension in the room ratcheted upwards.
"Watch your fucking tone when you speak to me," Duke snapped.
Arthur took a deep breath. "We've delivered the goods; we just want the rest of our money."
"Duke Whitty always honours his agreements," Eames said as mildly as he could.
"Yeah, but as I see it, you guys already broke that deal." He gave a little gesture and that was all the warning they had.
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