Arthur nodded in agreement. "Exactly. So. Business as usual," he said, glancing at Eames for a moment, tightening his hand around Eames'. His tone may be nonchalant but his eyes, if someone looked hard enough, showed something differently. He didn't have a good feeling about this at all.

"Horrible," he answered his rhetorical question before exhaling a slow breath. He shifted closer to the forger, pressing his leg against Eames'.

It was mere minutes later when the car came to a stop in front of the large hotel. Arthur silently surveyed the hotel then looked at Eames. "Let it be said on the record that I do not have a good feeling about this." Not that Eames felt any better, he was sure.