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Arthur and Eames were doing a stakeout on the mark’s house in a deserted, dusty street (really, Arthur was watching and Eames was attempting to distract him by sucking on his neck, but that was beside the point) when a vworping sound broke the silence. They both had their guns out within seconds and pressed back into the shadows, hiding themselves as a blue police box flickered into being right before their eyes. They gaped, fumbling in their pockets for their totems, and the door opened.