Éponine stared at the barricade before h er. It was huge and grand. She sighed.

"Will it keep them out?" She asked Grant aire, who was standing next to her.

"Not forever," he said, frowning.

Éponine sighed, knowing she wouldn't get a happier response from Grantaire. She sighed and her gaze went to Gavroche. Sh e was worried about him. Enjolras had to ld her that he wasn't fighting, and that he wasn't even allowed to have a gun. Y et you can never be completely safe with the bullets ricocheting everywhere. Gav roche was frowning at a man, a civilian from the streets.

Éponine walked over to Gavroche.

"What's up?" she asked her younger broth er.

"Him," Gavroche said, nodding towards th e man. "Recognize him?"

It took a moment, but slowly the man was looking more and more familiar. Éponine narrowed her eyes. "Javert," she hissed .

"I'm going to tell Enjolras," said Gavro che. Éponine said nothing, but just kept her eyes on Javert.

"Enjolras," said Gavroche quietly.

Enjolras turned. "What?"

"That man there," Gavroche titled his he ads toward Javert, "He's Javert."

Enjolras tensed up. His grip tightened o n his rifle. He knew Javert as head of p olice. But what if Gavroche was mistaken ? "You sure?" he asked, out of the corne r of his mouth.

"Éponine recognizes him too," Gavroche s aid. Enjolras turned to look at her. He was surprised to see her looking at the man with eyes full of hatred and rage. S he could feel Enjolras's gaze on her, an d nodded once, not breaking her stare.

"I'll take care of him," said Enjolras q uietly. He went over to Bahorel and Cour feyrac to talk to them quietly.

Javert was just standing there, observin g, when a rifle was shoved into his visi on. The revolutionary leader, Enjolras, was glaring at him. Someone grabbed him from behind, a very strong young man.

"Nice try, Inspector Javert," Enjolras s aid. Bahorel, who was holding him, tied Javert to a lamppost. "We don't have roo m for a spy," said Enjolras. Enjolras lo oked pretty impressive, with the sun shi ning behind his golden locks, and his vo ice dripping with authority. "We'll put you on trial, where you'll eventually be executed." Enjolras motioned for someon e to guard Javert, and then left him.

"Enjolras!" came a call from the structu re. Enjolras run forward to see Feuilly staring outside of the barricade. "They' re coming!"