"The National banks." Combeferre stated dramatically. "The last piece of this little puzzle. Do you know how it was hacked that last time?"
"Well, yea." Eponine snipped. "I was the one who did it."
The boys faces all showed various amounts of impressment. "Well," Enjolras put in. "Then it should take you no time at all."
"Yes, because obviously they haven't improved their security in the past three years." Enjolras liked her snark. It was a nice break from the boys obeying orders blindly.
Corfreyrac showed her their equipment, and she went straight to work. Eponine didn't move from her post for the rest of the day. She ignored everyone and typed long, complicated codes, muttering to herself under her breathe. It bothered Enjolras that she showed more dedication to their cause then Les Amis did. There really wasn't much else for them to do until they had the banks, so they left one by one, until eventually all that remained were Enjolras, Combeferre and the girl. The men were going over their strategy once again when Eponine looked up, surprise slashed across her face.
"Where is everyone?"
'Ferre laughed. "They've been gone for hours, darling."
"Oh. I almost have it. I would have finished already but there were several traps I had to advoid that would have led them straight here."
"Well, clearly they don't want a repeat of last time." Combeferre laughed. "I heard it was 3 billion dollars!"
"Sorry to disappoint you monsieur. It was only two." She laughed.
"So, you're a billionaire, yet you're still a stripper?" Enjolras asked. 'Ferre gave him a look Enjolras had grown used to. It meant that he had said something rude and uncomfortable. Enjolras ignored it.
"My father and his gang are billionaires, monsieur." She answered coldly. "I left them not long after that heist. Of course I was cut off from the funds, and a girl has to pay for school some way."
"You go to school?"
"Are you so surprised? I might be fantastic at it, but I have higher hopes in life then stripping for disgusting rich men."
"Are all your 'clients' rich?"
"Yes."
"Anyone famous?"
Eponine looked at him for a moment, with a smile that said she had a secret. "Did you know the king prefers black lingerie to red? And likes American music? I would have him down as classical music, but I suppose that's just his head adviser. What's his name again? Something Moreau?"
Enjolras laughed loudly. "You want me to believe you poll danced for King Louis and James Moreau?"
"I don't want you to believe anything. I told you a story and you can decide for yourself to believe it or not."
"But is it true?"
"Yes. They pay very well. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that your tax dollars put me through my first two years of University."
Enjolras was render speechless, something he was not accustomed to. Combeferre excused himself for the night, and Eponine went to follow him.
"Eponine?" She turned backed to him.
"Yes, Monsieur?"
"I want you back here at nine. The barricades will arise the two days after tomorrow."