Thank you guys for waiting. I've been working on this chapter for 2 days because I wanted it to be just perfect for you. I really hope you enjoy. And I apologise for the suffering you are about to endure.
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"How long do we have to be here?" the man asked tiredly, letting his gun fall.
"All night. We have to be on guard all the time now because those scumbags escaped." the second man said. The other guard just sighed and rubbed his nose.
"You know...I could have been in a band-"
"Shut up...did you hear that?". The 2 men froze and quickly raised their guns. They both looked ahead and saw nothing. The first man shrugged his shoulders and relaxed. The second man, was not so ready to relax.
"Hello darlings."
The guard swung round to see his colleage being punched in the face with incredible force, knocking him out and forcing him onto the floor. He raised his gun to the attacker, and paused his finger. His face was met a millisecond later by a strong fist. His vision went fuzzy after being punched in the eyes, and he swayed, trying to see. His face was then met by another punch, knocking him onto the floor, eventually sending him into darkness.
Eames looked down at the 2 bodies on the floor, and kicked one of the arms. Feeling confident that they were both unconsious, he motioned to the white van in the road. After raising his arm and waving it about, he saw the others climb out of the van and run towards him. Cobb met his gaze, and without saying a word, he shot the 2 men in the head with a silencer. The only sound in the entire world to them, was the sound of crickets, and the occasional light flicker inside the run down warehouse. No-one spoke. Cobb motioned for Arthur to get the door. Eames looked down and noticed that Arthur and Ariadne's hands were connected. Arthur nodded and slowly realised her hand. He walked over the the heavy metal door. The raised his leg, and in one swift, hard movement, the door swung open. Arthur's hand shot out and grabbed the door just as it was about to hit the wall. Eames looked around to see everyone's shoulders were raised. Waiting for the loud bang. They relaxed when Arthur caught it. They filed in one-by-one, ready to kill. Eames looked down and he could swear, out of the corner of his eye...Arthur was shaking.
I looked over at Eames, who's hand was gripped on his gun. It was gripped pretty tight. When I looked at Cobb, Arthur and Yusuf, who were doing the same thing. They were all scared, no doubt about it. I knew I was the only one to make it obvious. The gun felt heavy in my hands. I knew that it was going to be no comparison to the heaviness of the guilt that was about to come. I looked around the hallway. My back shivered remembering the tourture that I got when I was here last. The grey walls were peeling, and I could hear the flies buzzing in the air. Suddenly, I realised how much the warehouse in Paris felt like home. It wasn't nice, and it was not as comfortable as my apartment, but it was were I felt safe, and it was the place where I could find my...friends...anytime I needed them. I felt sick, suddenly realising, that I might never see it again.
Cobb motioned for us to come closer to him. I looked behind me and saw Eames, Ariadne and Yusuf edge closer, waiting for his command. I had always admired the fact that if Cobb says jump, we say - how high? When I was younger and had just started working with him, I was jealous. He had charisma and power, something that I had lost. I soon grew to learn though, and he turned from an enemy, into an idol. Eames was playing with his gun, trying to act confident. Eames and I had...always had a disagreement with each other. He was too wild for me...too spontanious. Somehow...he grew to become part of my life, and when he wasn't around, the day was dull. I would never show it of course...but yeah...he was good at what he did. I saw Ariadne shaking. I wanted to grab her and kiss her. It meant a lot that she was here. She was brave. Far braver than any other Architect I had worked with. Everyday I saw her and my heart sped up. She had these little habits that would annoy me, but I also loved them. I realised a long time ago...that I was also in love with her.
I have to be strong for my team. I have to protect them. I love them. They are my family. Family. James and Phillipa. God I wish I was with them. Just to see them...Stay with it Dom.
Eames nodded. Gun at the ready, I kicked open the door to Phillips office. We ran in. It was too late to turn back now.
Phillips swung his head up at his door. Cobb walked in. Following him was his team. Phillips stood from his desk.
"Cobb. Nice to see you again. Please have a seat. " Cobb stayed were he was.
"We're not here to talk. I am going to kill you and this is going to end right here, right now." Cobb switched the safety of his gun off. Phillips laughed.
"Cobb. Put the gun down. If we fight, we are going to win..." he smiled. "I'm sure you're children will be sad to hear that their father was killed."
Cobb threw himself forward and with one swift movement, his gun shot a bullet that made a clean line with Phillip's chest. Phillips gasped and collapsed on the floor. They could hear the men from down the hall shouting. Arthur threw himself behind the door. Nash walked in and Arthur grabbed him by the throat. His nails dug into his skin, making it bleed. Arthur laughed into his face.
"Look's like I'm in charge now." he said, his voice evil. Nash struggled against his grip, gasping for air. Arthur punched him in the face, leaving his hands bloody. He fell to the floor, his mouth agape, sucking in oxygen. He looked into Arthur's eyes. Arthur's stone face looked straight back.
"Asshole." he said. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger. He had a straight shot into Nash's forehead. He stared at the blood, pouring out of this head. It felt...good. Arthur did not smile.
"Put the gun down sweetheart." Ariadne backed away from the big guy in front of her. She did not let her hand fall. "You don't know how to use that thing." She knew that it was now that she had to shoot. Questions were running through her head at 90 mph. Was this wrong? This man had a life, was she just going to end it? The man leapt forward, causing her to cry out. She pulled the trigger, and a shot ran straight from the gun into his stomach, causing him to fall on the floor in agony. She leant over and shot him again, this time, in the chest. He stopped moving. She had just killed someone. She was still. Reeling from the shock of what she just did. Blood surrounded his body, making her gag. She looked down at his dead body.
Yusuf panicked. The forger was running towards him, angry. He backed away, but remembered why he was there. He had hoped that because the man was guarding the back, he would not hear the noise, and he would not have to kill him. The man approached him and pulled his fist into the air. Yusuf smashed the barrel of his gun into the man's jaw, causing him to stagger. In this moment, Yusuf sent 5 bullets into the man, every one of them, hitting his body. The man fell on to the floor, leaving Yusuf staring, breathing heavily, relieved.
Cobb stared down at Phillips. He was gasping for air, clutching his chest. He looked up at Cobb and said nothing. Cobb bent down.
"I am not sorry. You caused this. I would do anything to protect my team." he whispered into the Phillips's face. He raised his gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Phillips collapsed onto the floor, blood surrounding his head. Cobb breathed.
"EAMES! NO!"
I turned to Ariadne. She looked just as shocked as I was. I rarely go into the field. This is why. I never wanted to kill people. I don't beleive in violence. I'm just a chemist for christ's sake.
I looked at Ariadne and nodded at her. I don't know why I did that. Probably for reassurance. I could still hear guns being shot, but my head, would not allow me to move. What I then heard, was something that would haunt me for the rest of my life...an ear spiltting cry. A broken voice, yelling.
"EAMES! NO!"
Yusuf looked at me and nodded. The sound of guns were hurting my ears. Why wasn't it over yet? I couldn't bring myself to look at anyone. The fear of someone being hurt was too big. I wanted to curl up and cry. I knew, that even though this was horrible and unmoral, it was all part of the job. I would be doing this for the rest of my life. I knew that it was somehow worth it. Dreams, were too big a gift.
"EAMES! NO!"
After shooting Nash, I felt good. I completed a job that Cobal could not do. I could hear gunshots in the air. I don't know why I didn't turn around, but something inside me knew that we were winning. Nash's dead body even annoyed me. I turned around. Eames was one-on-one with Red, the Forger. I just stood there, watching. I could have done something. I could have helped. But no. I watched.
I watched as Eames punched him in the face.
I watched as Eames turned around to load his gun.
I watched as Red raised his gun to Eames.
I tried to yell, but my voice came out as nothing but a whisper.
I watched...as Eames was shot in the chest.
I raised my gun and shot the Forger in the head. I ran over to Eames, who was lying on the ground, choking on his own blood.
"EAMES! NO!"