**Les Amis d'ABC**
Marius gazed in awe at the completed barricade. He and his friends had done that, somehow.
Gavroche had been running back and forth from the barricade to the empty streets. The Garde Nationale was on its way, he had reported last.
"Let them come in their legions and they'll be met." Marius had said in reply.
Enjolras was preparing the flag, tying the red shroud to a pole that someone had brought down from the attic of the tavern. "Have faith in yourselves, in our cause." He told them as he tied a second knot onto the pole.
"Let's give 'em a screwing they'll not soon forget!" said Grantaire.
Combeffere was passing muskets around. "This is where it begins," he said to Courfeyrac.
Enjolras climbed up the barricade to secure the red flag in place, right at the summit where it could easily be seem both from the courtyard and from the empty street adjacent. "Let them come if they dare." He announced. "We'll be ready for them!"
He had barely gotten to the bottom when a voice, amplified by a loud- hailer, rang out from the street adjacent.
"You at the barricade, listen up! No one is coming to help you fight. Give up all your guns or face death!"
The students listened to the message with confident grins on their faces.
"Damn their warnings, and damn all of their lies! It ends today!" Enjolras shouted.
Joly, sitting sentry near the top of the barricade, suddenly stood up. "He's back!" he said. Everyone turned their eyes to him as he extended his hand over the edge of the barricade and pulled up the gray- haired stranger who had gone off to spy for them. They all rushed to the base of the barricade, eager to hear the news.
"Listen to this, my friends!" said the old man when they had all gathered around him, offering a chair. "I've been to their lines, counted each and every man. Better be warned, though. Our danger is very real! We will surely need cunning to bring them down."
"Have faith, brother." Said Enjolras, patting his shoulder. "If you know their movements it will be easy to spoil their games."
"I managed to overhear their plans, and they will not attack tonight!" The students looked at each other in surprise. "I'm guessing that they intent to starve us out before starting a proper fight. They are going to concentrate all of their forces in one spot, and attack on the right."
Suddenly Gavroche ran to the front, pushing past Prouvaire and Lesgles to stand right in front of the man.
"Liar!" he shouted.
The students all stared at little Gavroche, wondering what he was getting at.
"Good evening, my fine man. Isn't it a lovely evening?" said the boy, looking around at everyone. "I know this man, my friends. His name's Inspector Javert!"
There was a sudden outburst of movement as the Inspector tried to escape, but Courfeyrac and Feuilly got to him first. Javert didn't move as a loaded carbine was leveled at his face.
Gavroche continued on, smiling smugly. "So don't believe a words that he's said, 'cause you know none of it's true. This just goes to show what little people really can do!" He laughed and broke into a playful, mocking song:
"Little people know, when little people fight,
we may look easy pickings but we've got some bite!
So never kick a dog, because he's just a pup!
We'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up!
So you'd better run for cover when the pup grows up!"
And with that, Gavroche slammed one fist into the crook of his elbow, punching the air upwards toward the Inspector with a look of satisfied anger on his face.
Combeffere had brought a length of rope and threw it over the Inspector to Courfeyrac, and the two of them tied him to the chair.
Grantaire clapped Gavroche on the shoulder. "Bravo, little Gavroche!" he said, glaring at Javert. "I knew you had the smarts."
Prouvaire looked at Enjolras. "So what now? What do we do with this snake in the grass?"
Enjolras leaned on his carbine, considering. "When you've finished tying him up, take him to the tavern in there. We'll decide what to do with him later." He replied coldly, staring at the spy the entire time.
Courfeyrac gave the rope a rather violent tug. "Let's just take the bastard out to the back and shoot his brains out!" he snarled.
"We'll see the devil dance then!" Feuilly added.
"You'd have done the same, Inspector, if we'd given you the chance." said Lesgles.
Inspector Javert remained cool as he looked around at all of the students. "Shoot me now or later, every schoolboy to his sport. Death to each and every traitor, I say!"
Combeffere cocked back his musket threateningly. "We might not all survive this, but at least there are some things that never die." He remarked quietly.
"What's the difference whether you die a schoolboy, or a policeman, or a spy even?" Grantaire sneered.
"Take him back to the tavern!" Enjolras said loudly. "We have work to do!"
Courfeyrac and Feuilly had barely returned from escorting the prisoner into the tavern when the sound of gunshots rang out in the street adjacent.
Everyone looked at each other. All of the students were behind the barricade and accounted for. What was the Garde Nationale shooting at?
Enjolras nodded to Joly. He took off at once, returning to his position at the sentry post, careful not to be seen.
"There's someone climbing the barricade." He reported. "A boy, I think.looks like he's injured."
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A/N: Yaay for reviewers! Thanks guys, you're helping me make my grade!
Snoggingwithdrawl: Thanks! I'm glad you like it, I'll take a gander at your stuff as well!
Tattered Sparrow: Eek, I just realized I had July in there too. Thanks for pointing that out. *fixes*
Pamplemousse: Empty chairs and empty tables, good god I never thought of that. And thanks too for pointing out the July thing.dunno what I was thinking when I wrote that. o.O
Marius gazed in awe at the completed barricade. He and his friends had done that, somehow.
Gavroche had been running back and forth from the barricade to the empty streets. The Garde Nationale was on its way, he had reported last.
"Let them come in their legions and they'll be met." Marius had said in reply.
Enjolras was preparing the flag, tying the red shroud to a pole that someone had brought down from the attic of the tavern. "Have faith in yourselves, in our cause." He told them as he tied a second knot onto the pole.
"Let's give 'em a screwing they'll not soon forget!" said Grantaire.
Combeffere was passing muskets around. "This is where it begins," he said to Courfeyrac.
Enjolras climbed up the barricade to secure the red flag in place, right at the summit where it could easily be seem both from the courtyard and from the empty street adjacent. "Let them come if they dare." He announced. "We'll be ready for them!"
He had barely gotten to the bottom when a voice, amplified by a loud- hailer, rang out from the street adjacent.
"You at the barricade, listen up! No one is coming to help you fight. Give up all your guns or face death!"
The students listened to the message with confident grins on their faces.
"Damn their warnings, and damn all of their lies! It ends today!" Enjolras shouted.
Joly, sitting sentry near the top of the barricade, suddenly stood up. "He's back!" he said. Everyone turned their eyes to him as he extended his hand over the edge of the barricade and pulled up the gray- haired stranger who had gone off to spy for them. They all rushed to the base of the barricade, eager to hear the news.
"Listen to this, my friends!" said the old man when they had all gathered around him, offering a chair. "I've been to their lines, counted each and every man. Better be warned, though. Our danger is very real! We will surely need cunning to bring them down."
"Have faith, brother." Said Enjolras, patting his shoulder. "If you know their movements it will be easy to spoil their games."
"I managed to overhear their plans, and they will not attack tonight!" The students looked at each other in surprise. "I'm guessing that they intent to starve us out before starting a proper fight. They are going to concentrate all of their forces in one spot, and attack on the right."
Suddenly Gavroche ran to the front, pushing past Prouvaire and Lesgles to stand right in front of the man.
"Liar!" he shouted.
The students all stared at little Gavroche, wondering what he was getting at.
"Good evening, my fine man. Isn't it a lovely evening?" said the boy, looking around at everyone. "I know this man, my friends. His name's Inspector Javert!"
There was a sudden outburst of movement as the Inspector tried to escape, but Courfeyrac and Feuilly got to him first. Javert didn't move as a loaded carbine was leveled at his face.
Gavroche continued on, smiling smugly. "So don't believe a words that he's said, 'cause you know none of it's true. This just goes to show what little people really can do!" He laughed and broke into a playful, mocking song:
"Little people know, when little people fight,
we may look easy pickings but we've got some bite!
So never kick a dog, because he's just a pup!
We'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up!
So you'd better run for cover when the pup grows up!"
And with that, Gavroche slammed one fist into the crook of his elbow, punching the air upwards toward the Inspector with a look of satisfied anger on his face.
Combeffere had brought a length of rope and threw it over the Inspector to Courfeyrac, and the two of them tied him to the chair.
Grantaire clapped Gavroche on the shoulder. "Bravo, little Gavroche!" he said, glaring at Javert. "I knew you had the smarts."
Prouvaire looked at Enjolras. "So what now? What do we do with this snake in the grass?"
Enjolras leaned on his carbine, considering. "When you've finished tying him up, take him to the tavern in there. We'll decide what to do with him later." He replied coldly, staring at the spy the entire time.
Courfeyrac gave the rope a rather violent tug. "Let's just take the bastard out to the back and shoot his brains out!" he snarled.
"We'll see the devil dance then!" Feuilly added.
"You'd have done the same, Inspector, if we'd given you the chance." said Lesgles.
Inspector Javert remained cool as he looked around at all of the students. "Shoot me now or later, every schoolboy to his sport. Death to each and every traitor, I say!"
Combeffere cocked back his musket threateningly. "We might not all survive this, but at least there are some things that never die." He remarked quietly.
"What's the difference whether you die a schoolboy, or a policeman, or a spy even?" Grantaire sneered.
"Take him back to the tavern!" Enjolras said loudly. "We have work to do!"
Courfeyrac and Feuilly had barely returned from escorting the prisoner into the tavern when the sound of gunshots rang out in the street adjacent.
Everyone looked at each other. All of the students were behind the barricade and accounted for. What was the Garde Nationale shooting at?
Enjolras nodded to Joly. He took off at once, returning to his position at the sentry post, careful not to be seen.
"There's someone climbing the barricade." He reported. "A boy, I think.looks like he's injured."
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A/N: Yaay for reviewers! Thanks guys, you're helping me make my grade!
Snoggingwithdrawl: Thanks! I'm glad you like it, I'll take a gander at your stuff as well!
Tattered Sparrow: Eek, I just realized I had July in there too. Thanks for pointing that out. *fixes*
Pamplemousse: Empty chairs and empty tables, good god I never thought of that. And thanks too for pointing out the July thing.dunno what I was thinking when I wrote that. o.O