"They got the extractor and I got the buddies," he said, knowing later he would feel worse about that. As it stood, it was either him or them and he was just selfish enough to think about himself than them. Besides, it was self defense as far as he was concerned. It was, during that point, that he was shot. He wasn't about to leave any traces of himself, alias or not.

He appreciated that Eames was thorough of everything he did, especially when it came to this.

Arthur nodded. "Burn it," he said. "I got everything out that meant something to me."

"Bathroom. I was just about to get the bullet out when you knocked," he said, walking over to a bar stool and removing the shirt he'd tossed on. "Bring the whiskey while you're there." Had Eames arrived any later, he'd have done it already.