OT3 log: Hell to Pay
Jan. 16th, 2011 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neededforgerTrue to her word, Ariadne had called as soon as she’d touched down, or close enough, she’d called from the cab on the way to the hotel where the conference was being held, she said she’d try and give them another call later, but not to count on it, since she knew it was going to be busy and she was going to be tired, but that she’d definitely call them when she was headed to the airport again, and even if she didn’t, they had her flight information and knew when to come get her.
Eames had all of this information, but even still he felt a little uneasy when there was no call again after that first one, none during the conference and none the day they were supposed to pick her up at the airport. Of course, they went anyway, waiting as close to her arrival gate as they could. He shifted his weight slightly as the passengers from her plane moved past them to the baggage claim and beyond, dispersing through the crowd already there, that slight unease just growing deeper as there was no sign of her even as the flight crew went past, “Arthur wait here in case she comes by.” Was all he said, making his way to the airline’s check-in counter, knowing that they could pull up the passenger records, it took a little pleading and a lot more truth than he usually gave people, but he got the information he needed, returning to Arthur’s side, looking grim and just a little stricken, “She never got on the plane.”
Eames had all of this information, but even still he felt a little uneasy when there was no call again after that first one, none during the conference and none the day they were supposed to pick her up at the airport. Of course, they went anyway, waiting as close to her arrival gate as they could. He shifted his weight slightly as the passengers from her plane moved past them to the baggage claim and beyond, dispersing through the crowd already there, that slight unease just growing deeper as there was no sign of her even as the flight crew went past, “Arthur wait here in case she comes by.” Was all he said, making his way to the airline’s check-in counter, knowing that they could pull up the passenger records, it took a little pleading and a lot more truth than he usually gave people, but he got the information he needed, returning to Arthur’s side, looking grim and just a little stricken, “She never got on the plane.”
