Arthur looked around him. The bar was filled with projections. The loud music filled the air, and he looked over his shoulder to see Eames and Cobb in a booth in the corner, keeping as inconspicuous as possible.
"Arthur?"
He looked to the other side, and saw Ariadne with her head in her hands, breathing heavily. He put his hand on her back.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm finding it hard to breath."
"Don't be nervous, we've done this lots of times."
"No Arthur, I'm not. I really can't breath." She cradled herself with her arms. Arthur looked over at Cobb, who was watching them with a concerned look on his face. Arthur turned his attention back to Ariadne, who was now taking short raspy breaths.
"Ariadne, do-" He was stopped by Ariadne screaming. Her face contorted in pain and her voice started to break from the volume of her voice. She fell onto the floor in agony. Within a second, Cobb and Eames were by Arthur's side.
"What the hell's going on with her?" Arthur yelled in Cobb's face.
"How am I supposed to know? Eames, shot her!" Cobb barely had time to finish his sentence before Eames had his gun pointed to Ariande's head. When he pulled the trigger, Arthur turned away. He didn't want to see the aftermath. He then held it own gun up to his head and raised his finger. Just then, Eames snatched him arm away.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked. "We have a job to finish." Arthur turned towards him.
"Do you really think that's more important? Aren't you worried about Ariadne?"
"Of course I am, but I think after last time, we need to continue. We have a reputation to uphold." Arthur looked at Cobb.
"He's right Arthur. Let's just do this as quickly as possible."