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. Crossover between Person of Interest and Inception
Previous Parts: Prologue | Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3
Chapter 4: An Interlude
The day began with an announcement which every major news outlet hailed as the catalyst for change. After settling his late father's affair, Robert Fischer was going to address the public and to either dispel or confirm what current speculations were out there.
Ariadne was waiting at a lounge for her meeting with an associate of Mr. Crane. Her employer had called rather urgently and apologized for the inconvenience, “My associate has some valuable insight, Ms. Chase. He will come in my place.”
So, she was sitting in the booth towards the back - the one closest to the bathroom and the rear end exit. Experience had taught her to be prepared to get up at a moment's notice. There were only a couple of patrons sitting closer to the front entrance since it was past the lunch hour, but Ariadne being restless the whole day, didn't mind being out of the office.
A cup of espresso had been placed in front of her, with her portfolio to one side. In the other, she held her totem, deriving a sense of calm through its familiar weight. Her eyes scanned the TV screens hanging off to the side and waited. The news segment had just recapped the timeline of the Fischer empire and currently, the anchorwoman was interviewing a financial analyst who was giving the Coles-note version on the implications of Fischer's decision.
Ariadne sighed and when she looked up to the seat across from hers, she realized with a start that there was a man sitting across from her. She tried to school her surprise when she addressed him “You must be the associate that Mr. Crane wanted me to meet.”
There was an infinitesimal smile in response but before he could answer either way, they were interrupted by the news broadcast. Ariadne's focus was quickly diverted. Fischer came on the screen. If Ariadne was paying attention to the person sitting across from her, then she would have noticed the keen interest that was directed at her. But as such, Ariadne was asking the passing waiter to turn up the volume on the tv screen. Robert Fischer's voice came through the speakers as he addressed his audience. His announcement was succinct, “I believe that I have made the decision that my father would have chosen for me, so therefore, I am here to announce that I have dissolved my father's company in order to pave the way for my future.”
The response and reaction were instantaneous. Cameras flashed and all the reporters scrambled to get a question in. At the lounge where Ariadne was, she felt an immediate rush; she was bursting with news but she had no one to share it with. She placed her totem on the table and watched it dropped with an expected thud. She repeated the motion twice, until she was interrupted by a voice.
“You'll find that this is real where you cannot change the outcome.”
With another smile, he said, “Now lets get down to business. I believe that we have a mutual associate.”
.incpt
They came to a mutual decision to switch tactics. The time for reconnaissance was over; they needed answers. Since time was of an essence, they would go straight to the source with the current intel. The premise was simple: isolate the subject and the extract the information.
But as the saying went - the best laid plans of mice and men often goes awry. The team definitely had not anticipated this distraction. A man in the suit came literally out of nowhere and tried to throw their plans to capture of the Architect.
There was an obvious struggle and the Suit was not easily dispose off. It took several men and a well placed taser to settle the business. A quick discussion led to the conclusion that that Suit was coming along for the ride and the boss would take care of the situation. All of this took place in the span of under three minutes and in a camera blindspot. It was as if nothing had happened.
In a undisclosed location, a bespectacled man was tapping the keys on his keyboard and searching through various cameras in the city. “Mr. Reese, do you copy? Mr. Reese?”
.poi
End of Chapter 4
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. Crossover between Person of Interest and Inception
Previous Parts: Prologue | Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3
Chapter 4: An Interlude
The day began with an announcement which every major news outlet hailed as the catalyst for change. After settling his late father's affair, Robert Fischer was going to address the public and to either dispel or confirm what current speculations were out there.
Ariadne was waiting at a lounge for her meeting with an associate of Mr. Crane. Her employer had called rather urgently and apologized for the inconvenience, “My associate has some valuable insight, Ms. Chase. He will come in my place.”
So, she was sitting in the booth towards the back - the one closest to the bathroom and the rear end exit. Experience had taught her to be prepared to get up at a moment's notice. There were only a couple of patrons sitting closer to the front entrance since it was past the lunch hour, but Ariadne being restless the whole day, didn't mind being out of the office.
A cup of espresso had been placed in front of her, with her portfolio to one side. In the other, she held her totem, deriving a sense of calm through its familiar weight. Her eyes scanned the TV screens hanging off to the side and waited. The news segment had just recapped the timeline of the Fischer empire and currently, the anchorwoman was interviewing a financial analyst who was giving the Coles-note version on the implications of Fischer's decision.
Ariadne sighed and when she looked up to the seat across from hers, she realized with a start that there was a man sitting across from her. She tried to school her surprise when she addressed him “You must be the associate that Mr. Crane wanted me to meet.”
There was an infinitesimal smile in response but before he could answer either way, they were interrupted by the news broadcast. Ariadne's focus was quickly diverted. Fischer came on the screen. If Ariadne was paying attention to the person sitting across from her, then she would have noticed the keen interest that was directed at her. But as such, Ariadne was asking the passing waiter to turn up the volume on the tv screen. Robert Fischer's voice came through the speakers as he addressed his audience. His announcement was succinct, “I believe that I have made the decision that my father would have chosen for me, so therefore, I am here to announce that I have dissolved my father's company in order to pave the way for my future.”
The response and reaction were instantaneous. Cameras flashed and all the reporters scrambled to get a question in. At the lounge where Ariadne was, she felt an immediate rush; she was bursting with news but she had no one to share it with. She placed her totem on the table and watched it dropped with an expected thud. She repeated the motion twice, until she was interrupted by a voice.
“You'll find that this is real where you cannot change the outcome.”
With another smile, he said, “Now lets get down to business. I believe that we have a mutual associate.”
.incpt
They came to a mutual decision to switch tactics. The time for reconnaissance was over; they needed answers. Since time was of an essence, they would go straight to the source with the current intel. The premise was simple: isolate the subject and the extract the information.
But as the saying went - the best laid plans of mice and men often goes awry. The team definitely had not anticipated this distraction. A man in the suit came literally out of nowhere and tried to throw their plans to capture of the Architect.
There was an obvious struggle and the Suit was not easily dispose off. It took several men and a well placed taser to settle the business. A quick discussion led to the conclusion that that Suit was coming along for the ride and the boss would take care of the situation. All of this took place in the span of under three minutes and in a camera blindspot. It was as if nothing had happened.
In a undisclosed location, a bespectacled man was tapping the keys on his keyboard and searching through various cameras in the city. “Mr. Reese, do you copy? Mr. Reese?”
.poi
End of Chapter 4