[After Eames saw Heine off, he crept quietly to the front of the building, the coast seemingly clear. The inside looked just as dilapidated and unkept as the outside, though the lack of dirt and dust made it seem that it had been inhabited for quite some time. There was a marked trail of cleanliness that lead up the stairs, and he could hear Elena's footsteps as she ascended.
His heartbeat thudding in his ears, Eames followed her up, waiting at the top of the second staircase, debating on whether he should wait for Heine or continue forward. There was safety in numbers, and he would hate to confront Elena only to be cornered by Heine, in case the man turned out to be a turncoat.]
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His heartbeat thudding in his ears, Eames followed her up, waiting at the top of the second staircase, debating on whether he should wait for Heine or continue forward. There was safety in numbers, and he would hate to confront Elena only to be cornered by Heine, in case the man turned out to be a turncoat.]