Cathenian

[2] Three weeks earlier... "You need a forger," Arthur announced to the room, catching the attention of the extractor and architect. They looked at him, gazes questioning as they waited for him to continue. He tapped his pen against his notes, eyes on the line that he had circled in red. 'Only trusts her younger sister at this point in time.' It was one of the more important notes that he had made in the last few days. "It's going to be next to useless if we try to extract the information by talking to her projections. We'll need a forger to take on her sister and do it that way. You'll need one of the best forgers to pull it off." "The on

[prologue] This wasn't the way it was planned; this was not what was supposed to happen. "Fuck!" The exclamation tore through the receiver in Arthur's ear; it was a blare of sound followed by a cry of pain and static. He jerked it out of his ear, the electronic squeal echoing from the device a distraction that he couldn't afford; even if he was losing his contact with the remains of his team. He tore out of his location, feet slapping against pavement. He had known the voice that had yelled; it was hard to mistake when you were working with only one other person who had an accent. Something had happened to Eames. The knowledge tore through