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[ the smirk just widens. ]

I'm sure you could find a use for them.

[Arthur shakes his head.]

You owe me, but you did come after me in limbo.

I did. But that's already been settled.

[ or it was, as far as eames was concerned. ]

If you think so.

[Arthur is a little surprised that won't be held against him forever]

I do.

[ eames doesn't forget, but he leaves it alone. a man's past, arthur's past, it's not something that should be touched. ]

[The high cost of dreamsharing]

Any theories on who's a Skrull?

Any of the ones taken recently can be ruled out. They'd have been killed or publicized, like the last dead one was.

[ eames reaches up to rub a hand over his face, movements painstakingly slow. ]

I'd look to those in power. The people who control things here.

[ because what was the point of taking someone's place for a takeover unless it was someone who could affect things? ]

Mitchell Hundred, or the Deputy Mayor.

Or one of those Avengers. They have pull in this place.

[ after a moment, eames eases back onto the mattress with a groan. ]

There's also stealth agents to contend with, those who work behind the scenes.

People like us.

[Because Arthur is working information for the Mayor's office, and Eames, well.

They're both in the business]

Yes, people like us.

[ eames eyes open again, expression questioning. it doesn't have to be asked, but the question is written all over his face. are you one of them? ]

[Arthur looks over with a look on his fact that says, oh, are you fucking kidding me?]

Do they have some strange mind-meld power that lets them assume memories, too?

I'm sure their own memories are still rattling around there, if one digs deep enough.

[ he isn't certain, but based on what he knows of minds, he assumes the truth of things must be there at the very bottom of things, if one dropped down enough levels. ]

If you cut off my toe in my sleep, I'll shoot you in the face.

[Said with such blase matter-of-factness]

How about a finger?

[ eames nudges arthur's thigh with his foot. it's not entirely clear whether or not he's joking. ]

I need all my fingers, Eames.

I don't think Skrulls can replicate physical powers.

Do we have any confirmation on that?

[ not that it had helped in eames case. his power was quite inconvenient, in that respect. ]

Do we have any confirmation on anything? Just that amuptation is the only sure way.

[Thus the file in Arthur's hand]

It's a start.

[ eames holds out a hand. if he can't be of any other use, he can at least attempt to decipher their information. ]

How successful do you think the town meeting will be?

[Arthur hands it over; it's a printout of Sherlock's skrull information]

Not at all. Civilians, even the kind here, can't really figure this kind of thing out.

[ eames starts leafing through it, frowning. ]

It may be best to bow out, at this stage.

[ since clearly this is going to go south very quickly. ]

Unless you're determined to stay involved.

No.

I would suggest leaving the City, but you're unlikely to enjoy any kind of travel right now.

I've traveled in worse conditions.

[ so long as he makes it through security without bleeding through his bandages, it would be a successful venture. ]

[Somehow Arthur doesn't doubt that.]

Mexico City.

[Nearby, only four hours of flight, and rife enough with its own kind of danger that it's easy to get lost in.]

Acceptable. You can take money out of my accounts, if you like.

[ because of course arthur knows about all eames accounts. ]

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