Where: The Paris Warehouse
When: Two Months Post- Inception, August 1, 5PM
Who: Everyone.
Why: A mysterious caller contacted each member of the team separately and implied blackmail if they did not 'return to the beginning' of the Inception job.
The warehouse had a musty smell and Eames wrinkled his nose as he flung open the doors. Everything was as they left it. Empty. He set down a battered leather briefcase on one table and chose a chair. His clothes were better suited to warmer climes and his suppressed a shiver in the cool air. The money from the inception had carried him to India and then Thailand. He had reveled in his solitude, journeying and speaking with no one whenever possible. Inception had left him with a lot to think about. Before the strange phone call that had dragged him back here, he had been contemplating his future. It had seemed open and care free. Now, he was left to think that he might not have one at all.


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