Eames went through the window and out the fire escape; Arthur shot his way through the bodies and went out the flat's door and to the stairwell.

Not their brightest or most coordinated moment, Eames had to admit.

Putting his hand in something sticky that he wasn't going to examine too closely he hauled himself up and out of the dumpster he had landed in. His knees were wet with a neon blue substance and something was sticking to the nape of his neck.

He limped towards the mouth of the alley and stilled when suddenly gun shots sounded nearby. Eames checked himself for a weapon and swore when he came up empty. However it was Arthur, and not one of their attackers, that came sprinting around the corner.

"Jesus, I thought you broke your neck," Arthur's eyes narrowed, taking in Eames' condition. When he had jogged to a stop he had the time to sniff, and after he raised an eyebrow and took a step backwards.

"Luckily a very friendly dumpster managed to break my fall instead of my neck," Eames gestured vaguely behind him.

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose "Next time I give you the signal to go out the door do not go out the window."

Eames shrugged and at the same time a rather large, very angry, German man sprinted into the alley. Arthur fired two shots, missed, and then his magazine clicked empty of bullets.

When the knife wielding man was almost to them Eames scrambled to find a plan as Arthur crouched low, defensively. Eames hand came away from his shirt with a piece of garbage that had stuck to him, a banana peel.

Not having time to think his idea through he chucked the peel right into their attacker's path.

Arthur's eyebrows shot up when their attacker tripped, falling sideways and knocking himself out against the granite rubble that lined the alley.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. If I had tried that it never would have worked."

"Likely because you've no imagination, darling."