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Arthur's eyes flew open and both Eames and Cobb were bent over him, Lance was lying near him conscious but not moving.

"Arthur! What the bloody hell's happened to you?" Eames cried with slight concern.

Arthur winced in pain as he felt the bloody wounds in his shoulder and side.

"Lance... He was... Trying to get me fired by screwing... By screwing up my... my head. So he could get to be Point Man and... Kill... Dom."

Dom looked taken aback and rage flashing in his eyes, he pointed his gun at Lance.

"DOM NO!" Arthur screamed. Well tried to scream he wasn't particularly good at it at the time being.

"If you kill him... He'll wake up... And kill... all of us."

Cobb nodded in understanding and said, "Alright we're gonna have to make our own Kick, since Yusuf wasn't planning on one for another few hours or so..."

"Wait, what about the Destrey operation?" Arthur said, his voice level but pain etched clearly across his face.

"Forget that!" Cobb cried hysterically, "We need to get back before Lance does or we're all dead!"

"Sorry 'bout this, Arthur." Eames said smiling, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Arthur sat bolt upright in the boiler room of the first level.

Shortly afterwards, Eames and Cobb joined him. Along with Lance.

"What's going on? You weren't supposed to wake up for another couple hours!" Yusuf exclaimed looking alarmed.

"Quick, shoot me and Lance again Dom!" Arthur yelled and Cobb obliged.

Arthur awoke, in Destrey's room and unhooked himself hastily from the machine. Lance was waking up too and Arthur thought it best he have his gun ready. He pulled it out steadily and pointed it slowly at Lance, standing up.

Lance mimicked him and said stepping back, "You told them. Now you've all got to die. It's been nice knowing you Arthur-"

Lance was cut off as Arthur got him with a swift punch to the face. Lance staggered, wiping the blood from his nose and smiled looking up at Arthur.

"I see. Have it your way then."

He aimed a punch at Arthur, but he ducked before it could hit him. He made to slap Lance across the face with his gun but Lance saw him coming and with great force he shoved him uncerimoniously into a side table, knocking the lamp off, it went crashing to the ground.

Arthur clawed his way up the wall to stand and snapped his finger onto the trigger of his gun quickly and was about to pull it when an explosion of hurt slammed into his right bicep.

He groaned and grasped his wound, raising his now shaking gun at Lance. He noticed Eames and Cobb waking up and he felt it best to finish Lance now.

He pulled the trigger but it missed Lance by inches. Dammnit!

Lance shot wildly in Arthur's direction and the bullet just clipped the side of his cheek leaving a trail of blood in his burning flesh.

He shot again and this time it went into Lance's chest. Who fell to the floor holding it.

"DAMMNIT, ARTHUR!" Lance screamed and shot one final bullet into Arthur's side.

Arthur gasped in pain and his knees buckled...

"TASTE THIS YOU ROTTEN, ARCHITECTURAL SON OF A BITCH!" Eames roared and sent a clean shot into Lance's head.

Arthur smiled and said weakly, "Nice shot."

"Thanks."

Arthur smiled again and fainted.