OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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3. gotta go fast.

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[embellishing]

[Despite the situation, Eames couldn't help but chuckle lightly at Heine's blunt responses to whatever answers they were trying to feed him. Ignoring Elena's glare and scowl, he glanced back up at Heine when addressed.]

The usual. Anonymous tip to 911. I can drop you off to where you want to go, in the mean time.

[He was already fetching the discarded ear piece to do just that.]

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I'm not sure she'll be discouraged if we help her out that much.

[ Heine crosses his arms, though his gun is still in hand, as he looks down at Elena on the ground. ]

We haven't even gotten paid yet, you know.

[embellishing]

You're fine with just leaving her here like this? Wouldn't that give her more reason to come after us?

[Eames raised an eyebrow at that, but he would admit to himself at least his judgement might be slightly biased. He had known and admired Elena for a while, and if he had gotten angry at everyone in this business who lied to him or tried to kill him, he wouldn't have any business partners left.

Still, the payment part was important. He pulled out his phone, opening up a webpage and helpfully kneeling down next to Elena.]

Transfer the funds to us, please. You already know my associate has a hair trigger temper.

[canicide]

I meant we could just kill her.

[ #sorrynotsorry. Heine doesn't press it too hard, though, going along with Eames for now. As for having a hair trigger temper, he doesn't bother denying it.

Fortunately for all of them, Elena does transfer the money. After Heine confirms it, he nods to Eames and starts moving away. ]

Fine, call an ambulance.

[embellishing]

[Wow Heine, wow. Still, at least Elena had some self preservation, and after Eames called for the ambulance, he was heading down the stairs, glancing behind him to make sure Heine was following and not making good on his idea.]

So, where can I drop you off?

[canicide]

Airport.

[ Heine just wants to get out of town now. Buying a ticket on such short notice will be difficult, but not impossible, depending on the destination. ]

[embellishing]

Of course.

[Eames headed quickly back out to the car, passing the ambulance along the way. He watched it idly in the rear view mirror until it disappeared, one hand propping up his cheek as he drove.]

I appreciate your help back there.

[Well 'help' was a pretty polite word, but the fact that despite his better judgement, Heine hadn't killed Elena had earned him some points in Eames' book. He may be quick with the trigger, but at least he could be reasoned with, which was more than he could say for most.]

[canicide]

[ Heine sits in the passenger seat, slouched back and looking outside the car window at the scenery passing by. He doesn't even look over when Eames talks again. ]

I wasn't going to let her screw me over.

[ That's his explanation for why he didn't just cut and run, anyway. ]

Are you leaving town?

[embellishing]

Right. [Eames at least sounds like he believes him, even if he was smiling vaguely.] Remind me never to get on your bad side.

[It was bad enough to get shot in the dreamscape, but at least that pain didn't take weeks to heal, didn't come with awkward questions, and wouldn't leave behind a scar.

He glanced over at him at the question, one eyebrow raised.]

Haven't decided.

[If they came for him, he wanted to have spent time preparing instead of running. Besides, if Heine was leaving, it was best if they split up. Maybe he'd take a train or drive. He'd decide after he sent Heine on his way.]

[canicide]

You won't if you're not a cheating asshole.

[ Heine rests the side of his head on the window for a moment, staring outside. ]

I'll look into whoever she was calling. If you find anything—contact me.

[embellishing]

[That would get a small chuckle out of him, mostly because 'cheating' was something of a specialty of his, but it was best not to bring it up for now. The asshole portion might be a bit debatable, though.]

Sure. [Eames paused outside the airport, digging around in the car for pen and paper, jotting down a number.] This will be my direct line for the next month. Get in touch before then even if you haven't found anything.

[canicide]

...right.

[ Heine takes the paper, memorizing the number before he crumples it up and tucks it away. He'll burn or shred it later. ]

Thanks for the ride.

[ He doesn't offer Eames his own number (partially because he doesn't have one) before he steps out of the car, only giving him a short nod before he goes into the airport.

He also still has his gun, but nowhere visible. ]

fin???

[embellishing]

Pleasure working with you. Take care of yourself.

[Eames waved as the other man got out, watching him until he was safely in the airport before driving away, sighing slightly. First order of business was getting ahold of his contacts to see who Elena had been contracted by. Closely followed by digging into the curious history of that Heine character.]