DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

I felt a shiver down my spine. When I heard a gun, it normally meant someone was dead, or seriously injured.

I shot my head around to see the source of the sound. I saw Eames on the floor with a blood covered patch in his shirt.

Cobb looked at me. "We need to get him out of here," he demanded.

I looked at the floor and saw Nash struggling from underneath my grasp. I knew I had to help Eames but I couldn't let him go.

"Arthur! Now!" Cobb said, trying to support Eames's weight.

I looked at Nash again. "But, Na-"

"For God's sake Arthur, leave him! We need you!" Cobb snapped. I cursed under my breath and released Nash. He soon scrambled out from under me and ran to the window. I turned to the others and grabbed Eames's side.

"We need to leave before the project-"

The door split open. I didn't need to turn around to know that the projections were breaking through the door. I quickly scanned my mind for options.

1. We run and continue the job with an injured Eames.

2. We stay and get torn apart by projections, dropping us into limbo.

Option one seemed to be the group opinion since Ariadne ran to the open window and motioned to us.

"Fire escape," she snapped. Cobb and I dragged Eames over o the window and gently lowered him out.

I glanced at the room again for a moment, seeing if we'd missed something.

"Arthur!" Cobb hissed from outside the window. "Come on!"

I scanned my eyes across the room. I glanced though into the tiny kitchen and stiffened. There was no way.

The door cracked again and I heard Cobb groan. "Arthur! Now!"

I ignored his demands and ran into the kitchen. I scanned the room quickly and spotted it again. A tatty but distinct map pinned to the wall. I reached for it but was pulled back abruptly. I spun around and came face to face with a projection.

"You shouldn't be here," he snarled.

I pushed him away and pulled my gun out. I just about had time to pull the trigger, sending him to the ground. There would be more coming. I could feel the ground beneath me start to shake.

"No, it's too soon," I hissed.

I reached for the map and tore it off the wall, ignoring the smashing plates and shaking glass. I studied it carefully, but my eyes were drawn to a large red circle on the map. I cursed as I saw the location.

I felt the same familiar feeling as the ground collapsed beneath me, sending the darkness into my head like a wave of water.

I sat up and looked to the seat next to me. The sedation clearly hadn't worn off yet as Nash was still sleeping. I felt a hand on my arm. I looked to the source and came face to face with Cobb's glare.

"You've gone too far, Arthur," he growled. "You're not doing as I say. When I tell you to run, you run."

"Nice, one genius," Eames muttered.

I stood up. "Listen to me, we have to go under again."

Ariadne shook her head. "No. We've had enough. We failed, end of. I'm not going back into his head."

Cobb glanced at Nash. "Agreed. We're done here."

"No! Seriously, we can give it one more try-"

"Don't you get it, Arthur?" Eames snapped as he stood up to face me. "It's over. I don't care what kind of personal vendetta you have against him, but we're not risking our lives just so you can throw in another punch! Let's just call it as out of our league."

Ariadne sighed. "We're extractors, not FBI agents."

I pointed at Nash's sleeping form. "We have to go under again! I know where he was running to!"

Cobb folded his arms. "Oh yeah? Where to, then?"

"The scene of the robbery."