He knew what he had to do, and that was getting Eames out alive. At any cost. Not that he was planning to pay anything. Not of him or his blood.

Turning on heel, he disappeared into the dark. There were screams, men shouting, another handful of shots. There was the flash of muzzle fire, then silence.

A moment later Arthur burst out of the dark. His gaze was bloody, there was blood on his hands, but he was alive and well.

"Go! Come on," he snarled, grabbing Eames' arm and running.