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[28 Nov 2012|09:51am] |
Most of the time, Eames really likes his job. And then sometimes, Eames loves his job. The day he is handed the file on a certain CIA agent he is being politely asked to follow for the sake of work and investigation is one of those days. Because it does make everything a little bit better to be told that you have to follow a rather attractive man around and somehow, at your own discretion, get him into an unconscious state in your presence.
For all the risks of working for MI6, the perks are brilliant.
That the CIA are really branching out into this kind of methodology for whatever nefarious purpose is genuinely concerning, and of course Eames understands that there are plenty of good reasons he's going to be rolling out this rather wobbly and new technology of slipping into dreams and wandering around (it's a little more technical that that, but the science is tedious and it's much easier to get on board with when it's all broken down). That and in the training (top secret training, selected personnel only) he scored almost perfectly on every test means that the reputation and the knowledge of the British government is entirely in his hands. No pressure.
Really, no pressure.
The thing is he's going to have to somehow drug the poor guy to hook them both up, because 'Arthur' is going to know exactly what is going on and, for all his charms, Eames doesn't suppose he's going to be able to just say 'hey, fancy hooking yourself up to a machine with me so I can have a look around that sexy brain of yours?' No, that isn't going to happen.
But one step at a time, he's good at playing by ear, even if it makes him a bit of a liability. And that is how he winds up sitting in a bar in Philadelphia, drinking a shockingly pink cocktail in a Martini glass and looking across the room at his target, the lovely Arthur, who is loitering with some friends or colleagues or some such. Eames watches him. He's debating, choosing his tactics, and he thinks he's going to go for the suarve approach first.
"Sir," he taps the bar and the barman comes over. "Would you be so kind as to take a drink over to the gentleman over there? The attractive one," Eames smiles, slips the man a tip and sits back to wait. Even if Arthur isn't batting for his team, he'll have his attention.
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Dream a little bigger, darling