Entry tags:

arthur, eames, parker

Who: Arthur, Eames, Parker
Where: Jim Moriarty’s Treasure Trove for Wayward Dreamshare Types and Friend, and then out into the City.
When: Over the weekend, and Monday.
What: Arthur+Eames+Parker <3 C4
Rating: Explodey fun times!
Status: Complete, unless Cait wants to keep going in comments?



Parker’s contact had provided them with all sorts of lovely things, like all the C4 Arthur could ever conceive of using, and an armoury so well stocked that Eames had had a lot of difficulty in only selecting the weapons he needed as opposed to the ones he wanted. As for the information provided... A Godsend if ever there was one.

After officially signing up to the slayer girl’s revenge squad, Eames, Arthur and Parker got to work. They did some rapid recce work and identified the three most likely buildings that the hellbitch would be staying in. After that, it was a simple enough exercise for Arthur to hack into a few servers and access building plans and schematics. From there, they were able to decide the best locations for planting explosives in order to level all three buildings, and how much explosives to put in said locations.

They worked through the night, not even stopping for food (Eames had no appetite to speak of for anything other than tea and cigarettes, and Arthur was just as bad. If Parker ate anything, the other two didn’t notice) or sleep. Their plans were checked over multiple times by all three of them; a few suggestions were taken on board, things were adjusted, the plans were sent to Faith and then it was time for a few hours of forced rest. They would need to be as alert as possible, after all.

Eames and Arthur returned to Arthur’s flat. One of Sirius’ sleeping potions was split between the pair of them and they passed out for four hours of gloriously empty sleep, curled round each other on top of Arthur’s bed. They woke up in the middle of the night, and dressed appropriately before meeting with Parker once more. They called into the warehouse and suited up; backpacks full of C4 and detonators, thigh and shoulder holsters carrying weapons to deal with Glory’s ubiquitous minions during the inevitable interruptions, and as much ammo as they could carry and still be able to move with ease. Eames took the first building, Parker took the second, and Arthur the third. They had a time window of three hours to get to their buildings, put the explosives into position and then return to their designated rendezvous point. After that, they just had to wait until it was time to set things off.

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The remote detonator sat on the roof beside Arthur. Eames was leaning against a chimney, chain-smoking despite his split lip and black eye amongst various other little injuries, but he really didn’t give a shit given that he was still alive while the minions who had attacked him were not. He’d been spoiling for a fight, anyway. Parker was the same as ever, Eames thought to himself, which meant either she’d managed to avoid any minions, or she just hadn’t been touched. On the other hand, Arthur had a lovely bruise coming in on his cheekbone, and had possibly twisted his knee in a similar altercation or two. Their injuries were besides the point, however and the fact remained that all three buildings were now set to blow, Glory was missing a number of cronies, and when the detonators were activated, all three buildings would become nothing but piles of rubble. Then the fun would begin. They’d discovered which building the bitch was in and sent the news back to everyone who needed to know, so nobody needed to waste time searching through the other two buildings, which were getting blown up anyway.

Eames glanced down at his watch and ground out his cigarette on the bricks of the chimney, then put the butt into his pocket. He then walked over to where Arthur was sitting on the ledge of the building and lifted the detonator so he could sit down as well. “Almost time for the fireworks, love,” he said, and handed the switch over. He looked down at his watch again, and started a brief countdown. “...aaaand go,” he said, just as Arthur pushed the button. There was a brief silence, and Eames found that he was holding his breath before the C4 did its job and three buildings imploded rather suddenly. The resulting explosion shattered windows in any number of blocks and set off countless car and burgaler alarms, and the dust cloud that was raised was fairly impressive all on its own. Naturally, Arthur had picked the perfect roof to view things from.

“Not bad, even if I do say so myself, although not exactly subtle” Eames mused, then pulled Arthur in for a brief kiss. “Do you want to head over and kill anything else, or is this enough for you for today?”

Parker had been uncharacteristically quiet for the majority of the night. She had done her part and tagged along mostly due to a request from Moriarty that she not allow two people who were ‘far less morally questionable than herself’ free reign over one of his warehouses. Personally she felt a bit like an outsider, figuring that Eames and Arthur were doing this as some way of mourning and, well, Parker didn’t much feel like mourning right now. However she couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly when the buildings exploded, leaning forward a little from her perch on the edge of the roof to watch as the wave of dust that followed such a massive explosion finally reached the street below them.

She had to give Arthur credit. She might not know the guy very well, not nearly as well as she knew Eames, but he had definitely picked a good vantage point. Glancing over her shoulder at the two men, she slowly rose to her feet. She had already put on her harness and attached her rope before the explosion had started, wanting a quick way off the roof when it was said and done.

“Well,” she said, her tone sounding much softer and far less perky than normal, “Time for me to book it. Things to do, Hell God’s to shoot, you know how it is. Later!” And then she was gone, leaping off the building without another thought. The Colt was tucked away in the hem of her pants, the cool metal pressing against her hip and reminding her that she had only a small amount of time to do what she was intending.

“Have fun killing the hell bitch, sweetheart!” Eames called after her, the closest he’d come to smiling since he’d realised who the madwoman in the park really was, and then he turned back to face Arthur, carefully poking at his swollen-shut eye. “Do you want to join in the fight? I thought I’d want to, but to be completely honest, I’m exhausted. And a bit sore. Must have been the adrenaline keeping me going, I suppose.” He shifted over closer to Arthur and leant against his side, and sat there for a short while, watching their fires burn.

And then Arthur was climbing to his feet and checking his weapons. "I take it we're fighting, then?" Eames asked as he pushed himself to his feet and followed after. "Because I'm not throwing myself off a building like Parker. This is real, and I'm not that crazy."