Enjolras' apartment was packed with the "Amis de l'ABC" as they called themselves. Grantaire had been so proud of himself when he had thought of that pun. "We're still in school right, so it's 'ABC'" He would say in his drunken state, to anyone who would listen. "But it sounds like l'abaissé!"
They were all on a computer or phoning another member. 'They were so close' Enjolras thought triumphantly. Maybe a week more, then everything would be in place. If information of what they were doing fell into the wrong hands, they would all be publicly executed. The government would never label them as what they were, traitors to the crown or rebels; they would be too worried it would start an uprising. No, Les Amis would be called murders and rapist, the people they were trying to save would think them criminal scum. The stakes were high, though that may be an understatement. So Enjolras couldn't really be blamed for being slightly pissed when Marius strolled into their headquarters late with his stripper friend on his heels.
Enjolras made his way over to the pair. "Can I have word in private?" He muttered to Marius, not sparing the girl a single glance.
They walked into the kitchen, that had more computers then food. "Seriously, Marius? We're trying to overthrowing the king, and you feel it's okay to bring some friends along?"
"Combeferre wanted her to come." Marius replied, slightly shocked at Enjolras' anger. "I was sure you knew."
"Why would he want her? Except for the obvious reasons."
Marius scowled. He didn't like to be reminded about Eponine's line of work. It was one of the reasons Enjolras generally disliked Marius. He was just like every other elitist in France, they pretended that the people were not suffering, degrading themselves in order to make an income, and that the king had their best interest in mind. It was the 21st century for God's sake. They were the only developed country who still had an active monarchy.
"She's a Thénardier." Marius put blankly.
"AND YOU BROUGHT HER HERE?" Enjolras almost shrieked. "Any Thénardier would sell us out in a second; I don't care how pretty she is. Do you have any idea the price on our heads?"
"She's not with them anymore." He replied. Referring to the famous con-gang her father was the head of. "But she's a better hacker then any of us. I think we need her, and so do the others."
Combeferre came over to Enjolras when he saw Eponine standing awkwardly at the door. He spoke before Enjolras had a chance to turn his anger on him. "There is a whole section we can't get to that we desperately need of this is going to work. The Thénardier's hacked into it three years ago. She's our best chance, and you know it."
Enjolras looked at them both for a long moment, calculating something in his head. He didn't like not being the one giving orders, but their friends had always said Combeferre was the guide, and as much as Enjolras hated it, He knew that once again 'Ferre was right.
"If this blows up in our faces, this is all on you."
Note: l'abaissé means "The Lowered" Les Amis de L'ABC basically means "The Friends of the Lowered or Oppressed."
