It was not a request

[mutedpoint]

I wish I could draw decent people, or had more time to do this properly, but words will have to suffice for now.


A busy Paris street corner, midday. Arthur, walking.

Voice:
Carmichael.

Arthur stops. Scans the crowd, while pivoting on the balls of his feet. //There.//

[Internal: Few people knew that name, and fewer still would use it. He’d left it behind when Cobb ran.]

Two dark suited men, approaching once they’re sure of Arthur’s attention. The one on the left an unfamiliar figure, while the other.... Harrison. It would make sense that the man who trained him would be the one to find him.

Unknown (Donovan):
It’s time to go home, son. Duty’s calling.
Are you ready for your next assignment, Carmichael?

Harrison:
Wrap up whatever you’re doing, then head back to HQ. You have two days.
You’ll be reporting to Donovan. [Nodding at the man next to him.]