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[ the ringtone assigned to arthur is this so you tell me. ]

Yes?

[Annie Lennox transmits his anxiety]

I'm monitoring his contact on the Network.

And exactly how do we proceed? We can't risk being seen.

[ not that eames has even shown his face on the network yet, but it's the principle of the thing. ]

He doesn't know my name, at least. You're not as known as I am.

[There's a sound like someone maybe prepping guns]

No video posts or contacts. You know how to dodge him if you see him on the street. We monitor him. I can try and put a tracer on his Network ID.

Shooting him would be counterproductive.

[ yes eames heard that. ]

How well do you think the tracer will work?

I'm just taking precautions.

[And a briefcase snapping closed]

I've never tried one; my skills with computers ends there, but I think I'll manage.

You shoot him here and he just comes back. And then he knows for certain.

[ pause. the clink-snkt of a lighter. ]

I might know someone who could put a trace on him.

I'm not taking that kind of precaution.

[Pause]

I have a flat in London.

[ longer pause. ]

Are you suggesting we leave?

I'm saying it's an option.

It's probably wise for the time being.

[ half-beat. eames doesn't like it, but it's standard procedure. scatter far and fast in the wake of a job, where your mark will never catch a glimpse of your face. ]

At least until he's settled into a routine.

We'll keep an eye on him. He'll have a routine in no time.

At least now we're certain it took.

[A pause, and then, almost excited - well, for Arthur]

We managed inception.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

[ eames is transparently thrilled. ]

I knew we had this one in the bag. The suspense of being stuck here with no way to tell was excruitiating.

It was impossible, against every odd, and we managed it.

Mr. Eames, it's worth having to run to London.

And even with the clusterfuck of a third level...

Yes, you're right. It is absolutely worth it.

You'll need to tell me what happened down there.

Mm. It's quite a story.

[ pause pause pause. ]

I almost forgot you didn't know it already.

Sorry, I was too busy creating a kick with no gravity.

You can tell me on the plane. I booked our flight out.

Such modesty, Arthur.

How soon?

Always appreciated, doubtless.

Tomorrow morning.

I've hardly any time to pack.

I'm sorry were you considering which paisley shirt would be better suited for London's fine weather?

It's a very delicate process. And now you've gone and rushed it.

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