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The Inspector snorted at Enjolras’ command.

“Now, now,” Javert began, narrowing his eyes as the boy gave the notebook another tug. “I thought perhaps I could save you the trou–” However, the mans sentence was abruptly cut short when Enjolras’ forehead made forceful contact with his own. Caught quite off guard, the Inspector felt the notebook slip out of his hand.

“Is that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”

Javert hastily shoved the small notebook into his coat pocket, shooting his gaze up at Enjolras. He was sat upon a barrel just outside of the Musain, and, believing that the rebels had gotten distracted elsewhere, had begun to scan through the few notes he had gotten his hands on so far. But, how foolish of him to let his guard down for even a moment, and for nothing more than a few non-sensical notes. Nonetheless, the Inspector remained calm, answering simply.“I believe you are mistaken, this most definately belongs to me, monsieur.”

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Javert’s grasp on the notebook tightened and the end's of his lips pulled into a faint smirk as he stood from his place on the barrel. "You would be a fool to believe that I am going to be intimadated by you." He stated flatly. "Do you have nothing better to do but harass old men on the street? Perhaps I should be the one calling the Inspector." Javert concluded.

“Is that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”

Javert hastily shoved the small notebook into his coat pocket, shooting his gaze up at Enjolras. He was sat upon a barrel just outside of the Musain, and, believing that the rebels had gotten distracted elsewhere, had begun to scan through the few notes he had gotten his hands on so far. But, how foolish of him to let his guard down for even a moment, and for nothing more than a few non-sensical notes. Nonetheless, the Inspector remained calm, answering simply.“I believe you are mistaken, this most definately belongs to me, monsieur.”

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Javert huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, though secretly he was amused by Enjolras' threats. "For all I know you could be a thief, a criminal, and this could be some elaborate plan to steal from me. I refuse. Now run along, boy. The notebook belongs to me."

“Is that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”

Javert hastily shoved the small notebook into his coat pocket, shooting his gaze up at Enjolras. He was sat upon a barrel just outside of the Musain, and, believing that the rebels had gotten distracted elsewhere, had begun to scan through the few notes he had gotten his hands on so far. But, how foolish of him to let his guard down for even a moment, and for nothing more than a few non-sensical notes. Nonetheless, the Inspector remained calm, answering simply.“I believe you are mistaken, this most definately belongs to me, monsieur.”

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“L'amour ne périt jamais “

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"I highly doubt you would be able to tell the difference between /my/ notebook and any other red notebook, certainly not in this light." The Inspector replied, now crossing his arms over his chest. He raised a brow at the man's threats. "You're being rather dramatic."

“Is that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”

Javert hastily shoved the small notebook into his coat pocket, shooting his gaze up at Enjolras. He was sat upon a barrel just outside of the Musain, and, believing that the rebels had gotten distracted elsewhere, had begun to scan through the few notes he had gotten his hands on so far. But, how foolish of him to let his guard down for even a moment, and for nothing more than a few non-sensical notes. Nonetheless, the Inspector remained calm, answering simply.“I believe you are mistaken, this most definately belongs to me, monsieur.”

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The Inspector was persistent. "You are not the only person who can own a red notebook." He stated, wrinkling his nose slightly as the other stepped forward. "And you've no need to call anyone, as I haven't stolen anything." Javert insisted, glancing at Enjolras' open hand with a scoff.

“Is that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”

Javert hastily shoved the small notebook into his coat pocket, shooting his gaze up at Enjolras. He was sat upon a barrel just outside of the Musain, and, believing that the rebels had gotten distracted elsewhere, had begun to scan through the few notes he had gotten his hands on so far. But, how foolish of him to let his guard down for even a moment, and for nothing more than a few non-sensical notes. Nonetheless, the Inspector remained calm, answering simply.“I believe you are mistaken, this most definately belongs to me, monsieur.”

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“Is that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”

Javert hastily shoved the small notebook into his coat pocket, shooting his gaze up at Enjolras. He was sat upon a barrel just outside of the Musain, and, believing that the rebels had gotten distracted elsewhere, had begun to scan through the few notes he had gotten his hands on so far. But, how foolish of him to let his guard down for even a moment, and for nothing more than a few non-sensical notes. Nonetheless, the Inspector remained calm, answering simply.“I believe you are mistaken, this most definately belongs to me, monsieur.”

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Javert watched as the torch fell to the ground, and momentarily, he listened to the sound of others tending to the burning building beside them. His face was quite stern. “Is that so?” the man questioned, his eyes once again on Marius’ face. The Inspector only snorted at Marius’ excuse, almost offended by how much of a fool this boy thought him to be. “I see no way out of this, so if you could make this easy for the both of us…” By now, the man held out a pair of handcuffs, watching the boy’s movement carefully.

"Okay... I know this looks bad" Marius stared at the Inspector, his eyes wide at his disbelief that he had such bad luck

Javert eyed Marius, a scowl quickly finding it’s way on to his face.“You’re absolutely correct.” The Inspector replied flatly, his eyes glancing between the torch in Marius’ hand and the building that had been set alight just feet away from them. What the Inspector had not seen beforehand was a man shoving the torch into Marius’ hand and making a break for it. So, indeed, this was a quite terrible situation for Marius.

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"Okay... I know this looks bad" Marius stared at the Inspector, his eyes wide at his disbelief that he had such bad luck

Javert eyed Marius, a scowl quickly finding it’s way on to his face.“You’re absolutely correct.” The Inspector replied flatly, his eyes glancing between the torch in Marius’ hand and the building that had been set alight just feet away from them. What the Inspector had not seen beforehand was a man shoving the torch into Marius’ hand and making a break for it. So, indeed, this was a quite terrible situation for Marius.

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By now Javert had started flipping through Grantaire’s notebook. The boy certainly had a talent, though it was a shame he wouldn’t be around much longer to pursue it.

The Inspector almost snorted at Grantaire’s response, but not wanting to lose his cover more than he already had, he only glanced up, muttering a quiet, “I see…”

Javert found it almost depressing how passionate these people were for something so hopeless… and this boy wasn’t even here for that. It seemed a waste. But, ah well, Javert was not here to pity them. He closed the book, reaching out to return it to Grantaire wordlessly.

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Relief washed over Javert when the boy finally shut up. Of course, it seemed a bit too late, as he just so happened to go silent as the Inspector pulled up to the station. 

“Here we are.” He muttered, just loud enough that Armand would be able to hear him, and with that, he opened the door.

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Armand sighed and went silent. He slumped in his seat, simply crying into his knees. He hoped his friends would find a way to bust him out. He wasn’t made for a life in jail. He’d get beat up far too easily with his size.

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“Frankly,” Javert began, closing the book. “I don’t care enough to hear it.” Javert scanned the prisoner once more before speaking again.

“Regardless, you committed a crime, and your back story means nothing to me.”

“Preferably not.” Javert replied simply. “However, I suppose a man foolish enough to get caught stealing bread wouldn’t have the capacity to ask any good questions.” He added

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“Preferably not.” Javert replied simply. “However, I suppose a man foolish enough to get caught stealing bread wouldn’t have the capacity to ask any good questions.” He added

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"That just isn't how it works." He repeated for what felt like the thousandth time "There are too many factors that go into it for me to tell you exactly what will happen as of now. You're a minor, first of all. You've no family, as you say..." He gave a shrug. "Of course, I can't argue the job difficulty..."

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Armand furrowed his brow. “Why do you doubt it?” he asked angrily. He huffed and leaned his head against the window. He just wanted to go home, even though he didn’t have a home. He wanted freedom.

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Javert narrowed his eyes slightly, continuing to watch the man before going on. "You will now be known as Prisoner 24601, then." He stated, then, going on to asked in a rather bored voice, "Any questions?"

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The man stumbled forward as the guards pushed him up to the other man. With a slight grunt, he balanced himself out and looked up as he shrugged his shoulders out a bit. Looking up at the other man he narrowed his eyes before averting his gaze as he waited for what he was about to say.