Ships Passing [12] for Artful

[bamf_pointman]

Getting shot right after the New Year during a, what seemed to be, routine job hadn't been on his list of 'New Year Resolutions'.

In fact, not getting shot during a job was definitely somewhere on that list. It wasn't as though a job turning sour was common because it wasn't. Normally Arthur worked the jobs where he wasn't likely to get shot, due to how in demand his time could be now that they had completed Inception. Still, anything that dealt with the criminal world had the possibility of going sour simply due to the nature of the beast.

Arthur had gotten out of Paris as quick as he could after packing what essentials he needed and sending the brief text to Eames as soon as he managed to find a burner phone. He had quickly gotten rid of that phone as well and made his way to Germany where he'd sent Eames coordinates to.

He'd managed to only patch the wound up enough that blood didn't soak through his shirt during the train ride from Paris to Berlin. After all, there was nothing subtle about bleeding on a train from a bullet wound. Thankfully, the bullet hadn't hit anything major but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Which was why, after getting in town and stocking up on first aid supplies, Arthur was standing in front of the mirror with tweezers, a bottle of whiskey and gauze. His soiled shirt currently strewn into the tub, waiting to be burned.

He was waiting for his hands to stop shaking (probably due to the adrenaline and slight blood loss) so he could get on with it when he heard a rather loud knock on the door. "Fuck," he growled, hoping it wasn't some nosy neighbor. Doubtful as most of his neighbors didn't exactly know him from Adam. Which was exactly what he preferred.

Arthur's pants rode low on his hips as he threw on a cleaner shirt. Hopefully the blood wouldn't show in the time it took to get rid of whoever it was at the door. It was only after he checked the peep hole that he exhaled a slow breath and unlocked the double lock then opened the door.

"It's damn good to see you."

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[artfulforger]

That text, with the name used, it left Eames in a panic. He didn't even finish the job. Faking a supposed stalker that was going to ruin it all, he got onto the first plane he could. The flight left him in a panic, not able to do anything while he was on the plane and hating that. Hating the panic it left coursing through him.

Practically running from the plane to get in a cab, foot tapping and leg shaking as he counted the seconds until he got to the coordinates Arthur had sent him.

Up the stairs, and to the room, tapping on the door and then stepping back so he knew he'd be seen.

"Better to see you," he said, not hiding his panic. "So, Evan," he said, already moving to step into the room. "What happened? How bad is it? How much of your history are we burning" Asked without thinking about how bad this was.