A/N: Thank you for 4 followers! (Like I said before, it's the small things that make me happy.) I'm so glad people are enjoying the story. I've finished this episode and I'm about to start episode two.

FYI I was stuck in my Physics class for two hours today because the school flooded. Fun(!)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ellie.

Porthos opened the door to the Tavern and strolled in. As soon as he had taken one step inside the threshold, the entire room went silent.

'I hate it when that happens.' He moaned, before marching up to the barkeeper. 'I love the crowd in here very chatty!'

'I don't want any trouble.' The Bar Keeper said.

'Anyone'd think you didn't like me.' Porthos replied, smiling at the bloke. 'I'm looking for Dujon.' The Bar Keeper stared cluelessly at Porthos. 'Scrawny bloke, Red Guard.'

'I haven't seen him.' The Bar Keeper told him.

'And I was told he was here.' Porthos explained. Meanwhile, Dujon pushed his seat back, slowly standing up.

'Well, you was told wrong.' The Bar Keep replied. Dujon slowly walked towards Porthos, pulling a dagger out of his belt. Hearing his footsteps, Porthos turned around and grabbed the Red Guard by his uniform; smacking his head onto the table and letting him slump to the floor.

Ellie stood in the middle of Porthos and Aramis, watching the Red Guard as Porthos yanked off the sack that was over his head. The Red Guard looked around, trying to get his bearings.

'Huh?' He asked, staring at the three people in front of him.

'Time to pay the reckoning for Cornet.' Aramis told him, looking down at the man.

'And I bet he's going to say, "I have no idea what you're talking about.' Porthos told Aramis.

'At which point, we'll have to hurt him.' Ellie butted in.

'At which point, he'll suddenly remember he killed him.' Porthos continued. Dujon shook his head, making a noise.

'Why wait?' Ellie asked, poking her head in between the two musketeers. They looked at her and shrugged their shoulders. 'Let's just hurt him now.' Ellie finished, giving the Red Guard a death stare. Aramis smiled at the man, crouching down to his level. Ellie looked to her right, over to where D'Artagnan was standing. She smiled at him and he nodded, looking thoughtfully at the man.

'It could go like that.' Aramis told the man. 'Or we can just skip to the confession part. It would save us time, and you pain.' Aramis moved nearer to the man. 'A lot of pain.' He whispered, drawing out the words.

'I was just following orders.' Dujon replied, looking frightened of the Musketeer.

'He was just following orders.' Porthos repeated, looking at Aramis.

'We'd better let him go, then.' Ellie said, plastering a fake smile on her face. Dujon sighed but stopped as Porthos hauled him up off of the ground by his uniform.

'I…I can't tell you!' He stammered, groaning slightly. 'They'll kill me!' Aramis, ever the peacekeeper pushed Dujon away from Porthos, obviously being the good guy.

'No need for that. We're not brutes.' He said putting a hand between the two men. 'We'll just shoot him.' Dujon's eyes widened.

'What? No, listen, you can't. Please.' Dujon tried to defend himself. Ellie took a quick glance at D'Artagnan, who looked more interested in what was happening. Porthos chuckled, walking towards the Red Guard. He shoved him up against a wooden beam.

'You know.' Aramis called from across the barn. 'People say I'm quite good with these.' He walked over to the centre of the barn, a gun in one hand and some rope in another. Ellie chuckled.

'Good?' She questioned looking at the man, as Porthos tied Dujon up against the pole. 'He's the best.'

'He's so modest.' Porthos finished.

'But…the musket isn't the most reliable weapon.' Aramis continued, holding up a ball and walking to stand next to D'Artagnan. 'From 100 yards, I'll probably miss as often as I hit.' He stopped 10 yards away from the man. 'From 50, well, I rarely miss.' He started loading up the gun. 'But from ten?' He gestured to the distance between him and Dujon. 'It's just a matter of, which vital organ do I choose to hit first?' He dropped the gunpowder down into the barrel of the gun.

'No, no, no, please, listen. Listen!' Dujon pleaded.

'Heart?' Porthos asked, nodding his head at the trembling Red Guard.

'Too swift.' Aramis replied, packing the powder into the bottom of the barrel. 'The liver, perhaps.' Aramis suggested, his eyebrows rising. Porthos chuckled as the Red Guards head shot up. 'Or a stomach shot.' Aramis said as he took the metal rod out of the gun. 'Death is inevitable, but you'll bleed for hours first.' He told Dujon as he aimed the gun at him.

'You can't. This is murder.' Dujon begged, leaning against away from his restraints.

'Well, we won't tell, if you won't.' Ellie replied. Aramis lifted the gun to his eye and took the latch off. He blew at the burning rope and looked straight down the gun at Dujon. Dujon closed his eyes, turning his head way and whimpering. Aramis pulled the trigger, but no gunshot echoed through the barn.

'Bang.' Ellie whispered, scaring Dujon. D'Artagnan shifted, crossing his arms across his chest.

'Oh.' Aramis searched in his pockets and pulled at the bullet. 'I forgot the ball!' He said cheerfully tossing it up in the air and catching it. 'This time…' Aramis trailed off showing the Red Guard the ball. He slowly moved his hand over to the barrel of the gun.

'It was Captain Gaudet.' Dujon confessed.

'Of the Red Guards?' Ellie questioned, crossing her arms.

'He told us to do it. He said he wanted a few men for a special mission. Something unofficial. An ambush to steal the king's letters. But Gaudet went mad. He killed them all.' As Dujon told them what happened, D'Artagnan moved closer to Aramis and Ellie.

'Don't…' She whispered warningly, placing a hand on his wrist.

'None of us knew it would be murder.' Dujon finished, and Porthos took a step towards him, holding the Spanish gold.

'You took this from Cornet.' Dujon nodded, looking at it.

'His saddle bags were full of Spanish Gold. Gaudet said we could share it between us. I just…' The man trailed off as D'Artagnan stormed towards him, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. Ellie's hand fell by her side as he walked away from her; her warning unheeded. He shoved Dujon against the pillar, one hand holding his hair, the other on his uniform. Dujon started gasping, panicking.

'Who killed my father?' D'Artagnan asked. 'Who!' He yelled.

'Gaudet. It was Gaudet.' Dujon told him. Porthos pulled D'Artagnan off of Dujon. 'He did it to blacken Athos' name. I'm not like him. I'm not a killer.' Dujon pleaded. 'I'm a soldier, like you.' He nodded at Aramis. Porthos grabbed Dujon's neck and lifted him up.

'Where is Gaudet now?' Aramis asked standing behind Porthos.

'He's camped in the old ruins, outside the city gates.'