Arthur had been on edge ever since the botched rescue, which resulted in more people being locked up in the prison to replace the few that had managed to escape. He'd been getting ready to run his own strategic operation--not that he had any greater guarantee of success--when he glanced out the window and noticed a steady trickle of people trudging, and/or being carried, down the street.
He dropped everything and sprinted down the hall, got impatient waiting for the lift, and practically slid down the stairs--rushing out the front doors in search of Eames. He almost tripped over the man huddled on the steps before he realized who it was.