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Fabron swallowed as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Andre had casually put voice to every one of his fears. Shattering his confidence with every little touch of his clasps. But then...how would he know? If... if he wasn't one of them? Was there a chance that he supported them to? "Who says that's where I'm going, ,monsieur?"

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"Forgive me, monsieur Tirmont. It's not that I dislike you, but we're not friends. I've got my duty to perform and I can't be dallying to walk people home." He frowned. Tirmont's tone actually sounded sincere, and something about it made his heart ache a little, but he simply couldn't risk it. To follow him home would be complete madness. He could lead him right into a trap and there'd be evidence enough to send him straight into the embrace of madame guillotine.

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"I don't need any help, Tirmont. You're off duty, and I've my orders. Goodnight, monsieur!" He shouldered the load and started to walk off again, using his long legs to stride quickly past him. He hoped that by looking irritated and interrupted more than frightened he'd get Tirmont to leave him alone, but he had a sinking feeling that it would not be so simple.

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Fabron let out the breath that he'd been holding and turned slowly to face the other. "Monsieur Tirmont." He gave him a nod. Was he really so stupid or was he playing dumb so that Fabron would give himself away? He studied his face. He was attractive if nothing else, and his expression was amenable, but the hair on the back of Fabron's neck still stood up. "I'm fine. I can manage."

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Fog hung low to the ground and made the light from the lantern curve out in a bulging halo against the night. Fabron couldn't have asked for a better night for his self appointed mission. He kept his uniform and moved with a sense of purpose, hoping that if he looked as though he were obeying orders nobody would question them. He tied the set of muskets together tightly, all bundled in fabric to keep them dry against the damp night. Several horns of powder were bundled with them. It wasn't much, and not as many as he'd hoped to take with him in this last ditch effort, but it would have to do. Hopefully in combination with the hints of information he'd gleaned from the officers it would be just enough to help the students. Though his heart was racing, he was almost starting to relax. He was so close to finished, he was actually starting to believe that he'd be successful and he felt a flutter of hope in him. A flutter of hope that died as soon as he heard someone speak behind him. He felt a chill run up his back but he just frowned and hung his head, ready to face his fate as he should have done before when his friends had laid down their own lives for the cause.