Redwill stood motionless, stunned from what had happened. Several witnesses gathered at his side, a few tending to the lifeless bodies of the random civilians shot by the assailant.
Redwill's eyes scanned the crowd; he was confused, but thought that he saw something familiar in the eyes of PFiDC.
"Him," said redwill. And like that, the mob swarmed PFiDC. PFiDC said nothing, as the projections gathered around him.
"You're holding us here against our will, this is your dream," they clamored. PFiDC did not fight as the projections grabbed him, and maimed him. As the veil lifted, they realized that PFiDC was
Another subconscious projection.
. . .
In a warehouse not too far away...
Dominic Cobb looked at his watch. "The clock is ticking, the mind knows that we're here, and they're aware something is amiss,"Cobb spoke with a hint of nervousness in his voice, as the old building creaked and groaned, sounding like it was going to collapse. A side-effect of the dream world.
Arthur stood, staring out a window at the streets below. "If we lay low, and use the night cover to our advantage, we can move quicker."
Eames was fed up with Arthur pointing out the obvious. "That's rubbish, we came here to do a job, and I don't know about you guys, but I'm not one for sticking around any longer than we have to.
"All right then, Mr. Eames, and just how do you suggest we move quietly during the day?Arthur scoffed.
"We need to wrap this up as carefully as possible,"Cobb broke the two off.
Suddenly, there was a clicking sound. Arthur motioned for the two to get behind cover.
The tumbler of the lock winched, as the door slowly creaked open. Footfalls were heard entering the room, as Cobb crept low behind an old fashioned conference table. As he stood up, gun drawn, he saw The Assassin standing tall, weapon drawn.
"Mr. Cobb. I should have expected to find you infiltrating the mind of my client,"The Assassin said, sights trained straight at Cobb. "I thought you gave up working alon -", before The Assassin could finish, Eames ducked out from behind a partition, striking The Assassin. Out cold, the Extraction Team tied up The Assassin, and locked him in a broom closet.
"Who in the bloody hell was that?" questioned Eames.
"The competition,"Cobb answered with no emotion.
A projection of one of Cobb's arch-rivals in the extraction business had trained the Target to defend himself.
"Splendid, so now we're fighting against an entire army of militarized subconcious projections?"Arthur breathed, gritting his teeth.
"Let's move," said Cobb, not wanting to answer the obvious yes to Arthur.
The Assassin has been eliminated, and the individual who was The Assassin is now a regular subconcious projection.
It is now Night 2.
1. Kaizer 2. shafnutz05 3. canaan 4. c2i 5. redwill 6. columbia 7. SDD 8. newarenanow 9. ulf - Subconcious Projection vanqiushed on Night 1 10. Pavel Bure 11. CBear3 12. obhave 13. Troy Loney 14. Krafster 15. Willie Kool 16. Benny Fitz 17. Rylan 18. Loaf31 19. PFiDC - Subconcious Projection vanqiushed on Day 1 20. MWB
MOD Note: The above is some extended plot exposition to help try and clear things up, though I'm sure all I have done is made it more confusing..