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So, here's chapter two, and I'm sorry for no Eponine in this yet, but she makes an appearance soon. If everything seems kind of confusing, don't worry, it will clear with time and as the story progresses.
Oh, and...
Disclaimer: as much as I would love to be the genius that is Monsieur Hugo, I am not. And alas I do not own any of the characters or songs. Also, lyrics are mostly used from songs I love, (if you spot any leave it in a review or pm me!).
On with the show!
The five pilots were stood in the Captains office, being addressed by Javert himself. They were friends, reunited to help win the war. After the formal briefing, personal matters were approached with hesitation.
"How is Myriel?" Javert asked the tall blonde curly haired pilot with piercing blue eyes.
"Fine. But he's still incomplete." Enjolras replied.
All the boys dropped their glances and remembered that frightful day two years ago.
Marshall Myriel was never the same after that. The gleam in his eyes had gone. Every day he would look to the stars in hope that he would find her. He said if he picked a star on the dark horizon and followed to light, then she'd come back. He never got the chance to say goodbye.
"She broke him, didn't she?" Javert asked, knowing the answer was yes. "Any idea where she went?"
"Boys in intelligence said she left without a trace. Vanished in the blink of an eye. But they did get some news last year. Said she was in Paris. We didn't tell Marshall." Combeferre said.
"I fear you did the right thing. However did a fifteen year old get themselves into this mess? I shall never understand." He sighed.
"Anyway... Your keys to the officers' quarters, lads. A room each as we lay off some men before we set out. Here's your schedules for patrol, and keep your own planes in tip top condition, otherwise we have to rely on flight deck engineers like Pontmercy to fix them. Heaven help us!"
They all laughed at the expense of their friend.
Lesgles and Prouvaire were always curious. After they had moved their bags from their planes to their cabins, they had gone snooping around The Montre.
The ship was a medium size and carried a precious cargo of food bound for England and Ireland.
They were just about to pass through a more formal section of the ship when they turned the corner and they heard the familiar click of a door shutting. They poked their heads around the corner.
"I'm surprised we haven't run into the crew yet." Prouvaire said as they walked past a room with hushed voices.
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"Sorry I'm late, Thenardier. Making too much noise in the store so I moved to the hold." Babet sauntered into the Captain's office.
"Anything to avoid detection." Thenardier acknowledged this intellectual move from the renowned idiot.
"Back to business..." Thenardier began.
"Sette days at sea now, and what have we found? NOTHING!" Thenardier yelled, banging his fist on the table.
"Allemagne will see us as aiding the enemy if you imbeciles don't get your heads out of your asses and speak to the crew." He continued.
"I want to know their plans and lists of other ships and locations around the globe. Sabotage their planes, kill them if you have to! I don't care! We NEED to know. The Fatherland needs to know."
Lesgles and Prouvaire held their breath. Why did the Captain speak in a different language.
"Vive Herr Hitler!" The men chorused.
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"Shit." Prouvaire whispered.
Lesgles looked at him with fear riddling his features.
"Did you hear that?" A thick voice came from the room.
Lesgles an Prouvaire didn't hang around to get caught. The threw themselves up the ladder and stumbled aboard the flight deck of the Illustrious. And straight into Marius.
"Where are you two off to in such a hurry?" He yelled as they ran past him.
"To Enjolras." Prouvaire shouted back. They needed to tell someone.
"He's gone to check on the supplies on The Montre, with Grantaire." Marius told them.
"Javert?" Lesgles asked Prouvaire.
"Javert." Prouvaire agrees as they pegged it to the Captains quarters on boards. More of a long distance run that you'd first think. They hoped they could reach him in time.
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Grantaire navigated the ship easily to get to the hold where the supplies were. He was guided by the light from Enjolras' torch as they were two friends back together again.
"Finally found your sea legs then?" He joked.
Grantaire huffed, remembering when he used to get sea sick.
"Funny. But yes."
They opened the creaking door to the hold and entered the dark room in the bowel of the ship.
"Oooo, they brought spam!" Grantaire said with fake happiness. "Got to love a whole ship of spam!"
"Grow up!" Enjolras joked as Grantaire pretended to lick the crates.
Enjolras set about counting the crates and checking for any spillages as Grantaire dived over them.
"Hey," He called over his shoulder. "I think there's more down here. I'll go see."
Grantaire disappeared into the small corridor in the hold and came to a door with keys hanging on the frame. The corridor held a thick odour making the air stuffy as the only light that lit the space was coming from the hold.
Grantaire took the keys and shoved them into the lock, the locks turned with a rusty click that echoed. Slowly he opened the door and entered the small, cramped darkened room.
"Oh my God." He breathed.
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A small figure was sat, her head fell to one side as wild grimy hair covered her face. Around her torso, heavy chains were wrapped, pinning her arms to her sides and around the pole that held her up. Her wrists were shackled behind the pole tightly and her ankles locked by another set of the shackles.
Grantaire moved to her and knelt down by her side. He moved the hair from her face and saw she was gagged as well. How long have you been like this? He wondered. Her dark tight trousers were ripped at the knees and all up her legs, showing some cuts, and she wore a shirt with no sleeves, showing bruises. Some fresh ones were starting to go purple around her neck as he checked her pulse. At least she was alive.
"Hey! R? You in here?" Enjolras' voice echoed. He entered the room and fell silent, before rushing to kneel beside him.
"What the hell?!" He exclaimed.
"We need to get her out of these." Grantaire told him, pointing at the chains, as Enjolras untied the gag.
"I can just pick the lock." Enjolras replied, flicking out his handy knife and jamming it into the padlock on the chains around her torso.
The lock clicked open and they carefully unwrapped the chairs from her frail figure. Grantaire let her fall slightly into his chest as his friend went to untie her wrists. He was relieved when he heard the click and he pulled the girl so the back of her head rested on his lower chest. He pulled her hands into his and started to hold them to get the circulation back in her fingers as they were cold.
Enjolras unshackled her ankles lastly. He pulled out his torch and moved slightly closer, shining it to her face. He saw that she was dirty, and beaten. She had scrapes on her cheeks, a split lip that was recently inflicted and a large cut above her left eyebrow. He carefully pulled back each of her eyelids. He moved the light closer and luckily her pupils contracted.
"I don't think she has brain damage." He said to Grantaire.
Their eyes darted down as the girl took a raspy, deep breath and started to cough. Her eyes darted open as she took deep breaths, savouring the new air her lungs were getting.
"Take the case!" She breathed, eyes wide in fear and haste.
They looked at each other.
Her eyes darted to the knife in Enjolras' hand. He looked down to it.
"Don't worry, we're not going to hurt... You." He said slowly as her right hand dropped from her abdomen, he saw the blood seep through her shirt.
