Jan 5, 2016
To Arms
Enjolras stood beside the door to see everyone off as they trailed out of the meeting, exchanging words with most and patting shoulders and backs as they passed, treating each man like the family he felt they were. That is, until the young Thomas Fourre walked by him and he stopped him. “Citizen, do you have a moment?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but shot a glance around to make sure that Combeferre wasn’t watching them and then took him aside. “You are experienced with firearms, no?”