Arthur (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
specification) wrote2012-06-23 07:56 pm
specification) wrote2012-06-23 07:56 pm
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There's a job... - for ingeniously
Mombasa wasn't exactly Arthur's sort of place. He enjoyed the cooler climates more than the warmer but he was only here to hire Eames for a job that he, Cobb and Nash were taking in two weeks. With any luck, he would agree and Arthur would be on the first flight back out that night or by morning.
It took some searching and some asking around but Arthur managed to pinpoint a location where the forger was staying and made his way there. He held his jacket over his arm when he arrived at Eames' flat and looked around the area closely, making sure he hadn't been followed before he knocked on the door. He hoped the man was home or he'd just have to wait.
He hoped Eames would take the job -- at least he knew the forger would get his shit done.
It took some searching and some asking around but Arthur managed to pinpoint a location where the forger was staying and made his way there. He held his jacket over his arm when he arrived at Eames' flat and looked around the area closely, making sure he hadn't been followed before he knocked on the door. He hoped the man was home or he'd just have to wait.
He hoped Eames would take the job -- at least he knew the forger would get his shit done.