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Erik growled in frustration at he jiggled the knife in the lock, "Dammit all!!" he cried, "The kid's knife isn't working!" Combeferre turned to Christine, "Mlle. Daae? Do you have a hair pin?" Christine nodded, she reached up took it out, "I don't see why you need it. You don't have enough hair to pin back." She said dumbly. Combeferre turned red, "It's not for me." He tapped Erik on the shoulder, "This might help more then an overly sharpened knife." He handed it to him,
'Money-money-oney-ney-yy!' Echoed around the last two people, deepest in the tunnel, "What was that!?" Jehan asked, gulping. Joly handed him a paper bag, "Breathe Prouvaire, come on, deep breaths." He said, patting him on the back.
'A barber! I cut throats for a living!' living-living-iving-ng, The echo reverberated and bounced off the walls, making Jehan breath faster when a demonic cackle surrounded them. The bag burst with the energy of Jehan's breathing, Joly was a little worried, "Calm down, its just Enjolras, a mother, a couple of gamins and the pale fellow that saved your life, remember?" he said, smiling reassuringly. At mentioning the bloody, scary, older and possibly demonic, barber, Jehan fainted.
"Aha!" Erik cried in triumph, pushing the squeaky door open, "We're missing people." He stated, Christine nodded, "Yeah, Enjolras and Gavroche went to the end of the line for some reason."
"He's not back yet?" he shrugged, "Ok, let's keep going then." Christine pouted, "No, what if something happened to them?"
"All the more reason to leave."
"Erik!" she scolded, but no sooner had she thought up her speech on abandonment had the wayward group emerged from the darkness behind them. "There they are! What happened!?"
"Some bandit tried to ransom off Tobi." Mrs. Lovett, who had a fierce look and an even fiercer grip on Tobi's shoulder. Joly, who was dragging Jehan's fainted body out the gate, "Why did you laugh then!? You nearly gave Jehan a heart attack, and a stroke, and high blood pressure!" he demanded, struggling to hold keep a good hold on the slimy poet. Tobi, Gavroche, Mrs. Lovett and Enjolras all shuddered, Sweeney shrugged, "To scare the piss out of him." He murmured huskily, following everyone out the gate, closing it behind him.
Half the barricade went their separate ways as the Amis, Gavroche, Erik, Tobi, Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett all sat down on the ground a few feet from the closed the gate.
"I may buy an actual house because of this unpleasant adventure of ours." Erik said gloomily occupying himself by trying to swipe the grime off his cloak; Christine glowed, "Really!"
"Quite possibly, my dear." He said, giving up on trying to clean himself up.
Any passer by would have thought them filthy beggars and would have dropped a coin in their laps, (only to have it chucked back at them by an indignant blonde.) but there was only one passer by and he never gave alms anyway.
"Who are all of you?" he demanded roughly from behind them, making start slightly, "What where you doing in the sewers?"
