POI / Incpt: The Untitled Project
Title: The Untitled Project
Author:
pearly_eyes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Inception and Person of Interest belong to their respective owners.
Summary: The Machine generates the next number for Ariadne which introduces Reese and Finch into a whole different level of crime.
Author's Note: Not sure if there is still interest in the story, but here's the next part. Sorry this is rather slow going.
Chapter 2: Follow the Red Thread
For Reese, breaking into the loft of Ariadne Chase proved to be exceeding annoying - not what he would expect from a recent Architectural graduate. “I’m going need a hand in deactivating her security system here Finch. And while you are at it, can you cut off the motion sensor and the security feed?”
“And you call me paranoid, Mr. Reese. I see that Ms. Chase is rather prepared.”
“That’s because you are paranoid, Finch and speaking from experience, this is no ordinary setup.”
“You think that she has already been targeted and somebody else is running the surveillance?”
“Too early to speculate at this point, Finch. Some research has to be done to find out who has both the financial and technical means to put together a system like this.”
Security aside, the arrangement inside the loft was more stereotypical of a student, akin to an organized chaos. Pairs of heels, Converse, and leather boots made piles by the door. Scarves of different textures and colours were draped on a hat-hanger. Reese bypassed these to a nearby worktable that was covered by paraphernalia. He flipped through drawings of mazes and optical illusions in amongst blueprints for skyscrapers and furnished rooms. He was no expert in interior design, but the talent was evident. What caught his attention were also printouts from various news sources on the Fischer empire.
“Finch, can you run a search on Maurice and Robert Fischer, see if you can link Ariadne to either of them?”
“I’ll do my best, Mr. Reese but I will advise that you get out there within the next five minutes because it seems that Ms. Chase is returning home early.”
.poi
After work hours, Ariadne tried to find her niche outside of anything art-related. Though she had a professional relationship with her colleagues, it was simply that. Because of her young features, people would often dismiss her upon first impressions. At this point in her life, being the youngest in the group, Ariadne was used to being underestimated. It was her primary motivator. Not long that, many of coworkers were either married or in committed relationship. The couple of guys that didn't fit into either of those categories were either too old for her or had different taste in gender.
So, she found herself signing up for kick-boxing classes. There were several reasons for this - one was to really give her family a piece of mind. They were worried that being a single girl in a NYC would attract lots of unwanted attention. It was also rather removed from architecture. The other was more along the same vein for personal protection against whatever potential threat that was out there in the dreamscaping world as a result of her involvement. Whatever the reason, kick-boxing was just a good way for her to de-stress and spend time away from the office and the four walls of her loft.
.incpt
Mr. Crane sat waiting at the foyer of Mailloux & Kendal waiting to be seen by Ms. Ariadne Chase. The receptionist, Connie was quite solicitous. “Is there anything that I can get for you, Mr. Crane?”
“No, you have been most helpful and I can assure that it is no trouble. I am at Ms Chase's leisure.”
A beep from Mr. Crane's cellphone prevented further conversation. “Hello.”
“Finch?”
“Ah, I am just about to meet with the architect to go over some potential designs and here, she is now. I'll touch base soon. Bye.”
With that, Finch / Crane hanged up on Reese and redirected his attention to Ariadne. She came forward with one hand extended, “You must be Mr. Crane. I do apologize for the wait, just had to finish up a phone call.”
“No trouble at all, Ms. Chase.” Shaking hands with the brunette, Finch was impressed by the sound handshake and followed the girl to her worktable.
“I understand that you would like to furnish your loft in Manhattan. Do you have some idea as to what you hope to see in it, Mr. Crane?”
“Frankly, I purchased the property hoping to use it as a mean of escape. Right now, it's a raw space with big concrete pillars, plastered ceilings and industrial lighting. I'll leave for you create something for me that is contemporary, minimalist and offers me a sense of privacy.”
“You understand that I am an architect and not an interior designer but as such, I do believe that you are entrusting me with a blank canvas to simply create. For that, I thank you.”
“You will find that I am an undemanding client, Ms. Chase and costs is of no concern to me. I am quite accessible, so do not hesitate to contact me with any questions or concerns. I'll leave you with my contact information.”
“Thank you, Mr. Crane and here is my cell phone. I look forward to doing business with you.”
“Likewise, Ms. Chase.”
.poi
End of Chapter 2
Author's Note: So yes, I purposely chose the last name, “Crane.” Just continuing on using bird names for Finch's aliases :P
Onto Chapter 3
Author:
pearly_eyes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Inception and Person of Interest belong to their respective owners.
Summary: The Machine generates the next number for Ariadne which introduces Reese and Finch into a whole different level of crime.
Author's Note: Not sure if there is still interest in the story, but here's the next part. Sorry this is rather slow going.
Chapter 2: Follow the Red Thread
For Reese, breaking into the loft of Ariadne Chase proved to be exceeding annoying - not what he would expect from a recent Architectural graduate. “I’m going need a hand in deactivating her security system here Finch. And while you are at it, can you cut off the motion sensor and the security feed?”
“And you call me paranoid, Mr. Reese. I see that Ms. Chase is rather prepared.”
“That’s because you are paranoid, Finch and speaking from experience, this is no ordinary setup.”
“You think that she has already been targeted and somebody else is running the surveillance?”
“Too early to speculate at this point, Finch. Some research has to be done to find out who has both the financial and technical means to put together a system like this.”
Security aside, the arrangement inside the loft was more stereotypical of a student, akin to an organized chaos. Pairs of heels, Converse, and leather boots made piles by the door. Scarves of different textures and colours were draped on a hat-hanger. Reese bypassed these to a nearby worktable that was covered by paraphernalia. He flipped through drawings of mazes and optical illusions in amongst blueprints for skyscrapers and furnished rooms. He was no expert in interior design, but the talent was evident. What caught his attention were also printouts from various news sources on the Fischer empire.
“Finch, can you run a search on Maurice and Robert Fischer, see if you can link Ariadne to either of them?”
“I’ll do my best, Mr. Reese but I will advise that you get out there within the next five minutes because it seems that Ms. Chase is returning home early.”
.poi
After work hours, Ariadne tried to find her niche outside of anything art-related. Though she had a professional relationship with her colleagues, it was simply that. Because of her young features, people would often dismiss her upon first impressions. At this point in her life, being the youngest in the group, Ariadne was used to being underestimated. It was her primary motivator. Not long that, many of coworkers were either married or in committed relationship. The couple of guys that didn't fit into either of those categories were either too old for her or had different taste in gender.
So, she found herself signing up for kick-boxing classes. There were several reasons for this - one was to really give her family a piece of mind. They were worried that being a single girl in a NYC would attract lots of unwanted attention. It was also rather removed from architecture. The other was more along the same vein for personal protection against whatever potential threat that was out there in the dreamscaping world as a result of her involvement. Whatever the reason, kick-boxing was just a good way for her to de-stress and spend time away from the office and the four walls of her loft.
.incpt
Mr. Crane sat waiting at the foyer of Mailloux & Kendal waiting to be seen by Ms. Ariadne Chase. The receptionist, Connie was quite solicitous. “Is there anything that I can get for you, Mr. Crane?”
“No, you have been most helpful and I can assure that it is no trouble. I am at Ms Chase's leisure.”
A beep from Mr. Crane's cellphone prevented further conversation. “Hello.”
“Finch?”
“Ah, I am just about to meet with the architect to go over some potential designs and here, she is now. I'll touch base soon. Bye.”
With that, Finch / Crane hanged up on Reese and redirected his attention to Ariadne. She came forward with one hand extended, “You must be Mr. Crane. I do apologize for the wait, just had to finish up a phone call.”
“No trouble at all, Ms. Chase.” Shaking hands with the brunette, Finch was impressed by the sound handshake and followed the girl to her worktable.
“I understand that you would like to furnish your loft in Manhattan. Do you have some idea as to what you hope to see in it, Mr. Crane?”
“Frankly, I purchased the property hoping to use it as a mean of escape. Right now, it's a raw space with big concrete pillars, plastered ceilings and industrial lighting. I'll leave for you create something for me that is contemporary, minimalist and offers me a sense of privacy.”
“You understand that I am an architect and not an interior designer but as such, I do believe that you are entrusting me with a blank canvas to simply create. For that, I thank you.”
“You will find that I am an undemanding client, Ms. Chase and costs is of no concern to me. I am quite accessible, so do not hesitate to contact me with any questions or concerns. I'll leave you with my contact information.”
“Thank you, Mr. Crane and here is my cell phone. I look forward to doing business with you.”
“Likewise, Ms. Chase.”
.poi
End of Chapter 2
Author's Note: So yes, I purposely chose the last name, “Crane.” Just continuing on using bird names for Finch's aliases :P
Onto Chapter 3