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Chapter Three: The Plan to Rescue Nicolas

(Musain)

The three boys ran upstairs, and all of the others gasped. Combeferre stood up, and said, "Are you guys alright? How did you get out? Where's Grantaire?"

Courfeyrac said, "We're fine, they let us go. 'Taire's still in there."

At the sound of his brother's voice, Gavroche slowly opened his eyes. When he saw his big brother, he jumped off of Feuilly's lap, and ran to him, leaping into his arms. Bahorel said, "Why did they let you go, and not Nic?"

Jehan said as Enjolras looked down, trying to hide the tears threatening to fall, "He told them that he was our leader. He told us that he couldn't let innocent people die."

Tears began to fall from the little poet's eyes, and Joly went over to him, taking him into an embrace. Enjolras hadn't spoken a word, and Marius said, "Enjolras, are you alright?"

Enjolras snapped out of his trance, and said, "Yes, I'm fine. We just need to get our brother out of there."

He sat down at his table, and Combeferre said, "I drew a map of the prison."

Enjolras nodded, and said, "Let me see, Ferre."

Combeferre slid the paper over to him, and once he had looked over it a few times, he crossed his arms, and said, "I have a plan, Enjolras."

Enjolras looked at him, and said, "Let's hear it, Ferre."

"I'll sneak into the prison disguised as a guard, and find where they're keeping him. Then, I'll draw the path to him on the map, and come back. Then, Feuilly, Bahorel, Joly, Marius and I can sneak over there, and some of us go in, and some of us get on the roof above him. There we can let down a rope, and get him out."

Enjolras said, "I'm coming with you to get him out."

Combeferre answered as he folded the map and put it inside his coat pocket, "No, it's too dangerous. They already know your face, along with Courf's and Jehan's. Gavroche will also be staying here."

The four nodded, and Jehan said as Joly continued to keep him in his embrace, "Bring him back safely."

Joly said, "We will, Jehan."

The poet nodded, and said as he stepped out of Joly's arms, "I need to be alone, so I can think. I'll be back later."

He walked out, and Combeferre said as he walked to the door, "I'm gonna go get my disguise, and head over to the prison."

Feuilly said before he could walk out, "How are you going to get it?"

Combeferre stopped, turned around, smiled and said, "Easy…hit a guard on the street over the head, and take his uniform."

He walked out, and they all watched as Enjolras put his head in his hands, groaning. Courfeyrac went over to him, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "We'll get him out of there, Enj."

Enjolras looked up, and said, "Grantaire's never been caught before. He's the one who always gets us out."

Gavroche got onto his lap, and said, "Don't worry, Enjolras. He'll be back in no time."

Enjolras nodded, and said as tears came to his eyes, "I need my best friend back, my brother, by my side."

Gavroche threw his arms around his neck as their leader began to cry, unable to hold it in any longer.

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