[ Eames is already going. Dammit. Heine almost complains, but he's more practical instead, closing the door and jamming a chair under the knob. Eames is maybe a floor down when Heine follows, climbing out the window and starting to skid his way down, rope burn immediately streaking his hands.
But it's an escape route. Even though, as they're passing the third floor, a burst of bullets sprays through the window. ]
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[ Eames is already going. Dammit. Heine almost complains, but he's more practical instead, closing the door and jamming a chair under the knob. Eames is maybe a floor down when Heine follows, climbing out the window and starting to skid his way down, rope burn immediately streaking his hands.
But it's an escape route. Even though, as they're passing the third floor, a burst of bullets sprays through the window. ]