[Heine's appearance took a small bit of tension out of Eames' shoulders, and he returned the nod. It seemed like Elena was alone, making a quiet phone call a few rooms down. She was speaking so softly it was difficult to make out more words than 'buyer' and a few noises of confirmation or negation.
Since it seemed to be going nowhere, Eames jerked his chin up towards the room, taking point as he started forward, gun trained on Elena as soon as he was in the doorway. She had the decency to look surprised, hands going up immediately, the light of her ear piece blinking rhythmically.]
Heine?
[He called, just to make note of where he was without taking his eyes off of Elena, whose surprise had melted and given way to... pride? While her hands were still above her head, she gave a small, polite clap. Now he was starting to feel a bit silly, like he was missing out on some big joke that should have been obvious.]
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Since it seemed to be going nowhere, Eames jerked his chin up towards the room, taking point as he started forward, gun trained on Elena as soon as he was in the doorway. She had the decency to look surprised, hands going up immediately, the light of her ear piece blinking rhythmically.]
Heine?
[He called, just to make note of where he was without taking his eyes off of Elena, whose surprise had melted and given way to... pride? While her hands were still above her head, she gave a small, polite clap. Now he was starting to feel a bit silly, like he was missing out on some big joke that should have been obvious.]