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Ariadne earns her stripes
Sep. 12th, 2012 07:05 pmHarrington had contacted her for a simple job, one that Ariadne herself had described as a smash-and-grab, using her mother's police officer terminology. Harrington had in turn described it as a cakewalk. It was an easy, low-risk, high-gain job, the kind of thing Ariadne could do in her sleep. She'd never worked with Harrington before, but had heard good things through the few pieces of the dreaming grapevine that she had managed to get ahold of.
Ariadne had suggested Eames for some wetwork, if he were available, and he had been, he'd suggested Arthur to help get the job organized, not that it wasn't, but Harrington wasn't known for his organizational skills, and even a simple job could go wrong. For a while it was like some sort of class reunion, the first day of planning was more like play, at least until they all buckled down and set to work.
The planning had gone as smoothly as planning for this kind of thing could go, no hitches, no tangles, and at least once Ariadne quipped that they must be doing something wrong, in that case, because nothing ever fell into place like it should.
They didn't need to go two levels in, but they'd decided to just as an extra layer of security for themselves in case their mark figured out what was going, and drawing lots came up with Eames as the base-level dreamer with their mark on the second tier, because even nested in Eames' subconscious they could still get what they needed from their mark.
Their mark, who was at that moment slumped forward against his desk, Ariadne smiled, shaking her head, "Well that was easy." She'd never had reason to dose anyone's coffee before, but it turned out that she was good at it, as Harrington had suspected she would be. She texted the all-clear to the rest of the team, waiting by the door to let them in once they got upstairs.
Ariadne had suggested Eames for some wetwork, if he were available, and he had been, he'd suggested Arthur to help get the job organized, not that it wasn't, but Harrington wasn't known for his organizational skills, and even a simple job could go wrong. For a while it was like some sort of class reunion, the first day of planning was more like play, at least until they all buckled down and set to work.
The planning had gone as smoothly as planning for this kind of thing could go, no hitches, no tangles, and at least once Ariadne quipped that they must be doing something wrong, in that case, because nothing ever fell into place like it should.
They didn't need to go two levels in, but they'd decided to just as an extra layer of security for themselves in case their mark figured out what was going, and drawing lots came up with Eames as the base-level dreamer with their mark on the second tier, because even nested in Eames' subconscious they could still get what they needed from their mark.
Their mark, who was at that moment slumped forward against his desk, Ariadne smiled, shaking her head, "Well that was easy." She'd never had reason to dose anyone's coffee before, but it turned out that she was good at it, as Harrington had suspected she would be. She texted the all-clear to the rest of the team, waiting by the door to let them in once they got upstairs.
