"Fontin......you stay here........" Athos ordered, as he made his way to the door of the room; the others close behind him.

"Me......why me........? If it weren't for me........."

"Because I told you to...........now stay here........" Athos said again, giving her a warning look, before he opened the door and he, Aramis, Porthos and D'Artagnan made their way out into the hall.

"So.......you are the young Fontin........?" The assassin said, as the door to the room closed. Gabriel ignoring him, as she took a seat across from him. Doing her best to not let it show that she really was less than pleased about being left like this. Sure, that the others were discussing what should be done with the assassin, next.

"You have caused quite a stir for one so young, you know. I have heard that you humiliated the cardinal's man right in front of the king, to claim your place in the Musketeers. It would appear that you are quite the thorn in the old man's side; especially given that you keep refusing his invitations to speak to him. You know, if you were to join him, you would no longer have to deal with that disgraced nobleman. He would no longer be able to order you around, as if you were his inferior. But as it seems that you are not as intelligent as I had been informed, and refuse to even listen to the cardinal's offer, I will take great delight in killing you for free for him, once my real job is done........." The man chuckling, as the young Musketeer got to his feet and pressed his gun against his forehead.

"I would be very careful about what you say, Señor; especially when you speak of Athos.........."

"Ah yes, the undying loyalty of the Musketeers to one another......what is it you all say again.....of course...... 'All for one, and one for all' is that not right.......? Though I somehow feel that that loyalty is one sided where you and the Comte are concerned. He seems to undervalue your efforts greatly; for as you were obviously about to say, if it was not for you, I would not be in this predicament. Yet here you are, watching over me, while they are out there undoubtedly discussing their next move. It seems that you are not regarded highly enough to be privy to those plans. Perhaps he is jealous.......there was certainly something in his eyes that would suggest such a thing, before he left. That, or he just doesn't like you, and he might actually thank me, when you are dead........."

"You know, you talk a lot for a man that has a loaded musket placed at his forehead. Tell me, is it that you are just too stupid to know when to shut up; or are you just so in love with your own voice, that you have to hear it all the time.........? Personally, I would have thought a man like the cardinal would pick his assassins, more carefully. That he would find one that could keep his mouth shut and his manhood in check until he had done what he was paid to do. But obviously, I am not the only one who is not as intelligent as people believe." Gabriel warned, before removing her weapon from the man's head and making her way back to the chair. Ignoring the Spaniard, as he let out another small chuckle.

"You know, I am quite looking forward to being able to fight you. Your father and grandfather's reputations, proceed you. The name Fontin is well known to many, even in my own country, and if you fight as well as they were supposed to, it will be an interesting match. Perhaps if you are that good, I will feel some regret when I finally dispatch you. But we shall see........."

"Again, you feel the need to keep speaking. What......? Do you think that if you talk to me enough, you will somehow make me see the error of my ways and I will turn on my fellows; releasing you and helping you kill them, before I aid you in making your way to Paris, where I will suddenly become one of the cardinal's men..........?" It Gabriel's turn to laugh, as she pulled out her dagger and rested it on her thigh.

"I was born to be a Musketeer. It is all I have ever wanted, all I have ever trained to be, and even if the cardinal offered to bring down the king and put me on the throne of France, I would still refuse to serve under him. Richelieu is a traitor, to France and to the king; and as such, he will suffer the consequences for his crime. So, you will never get the chance to find out how well I can fight, for you and he are sure to be put to death; and when you are, I will be right there, this face the last thing you both see.........." She added, raising the dagger and pointing it at the assassin. The man merely smiling at her, before closing his eyes.

She had made no mention of the cardinal's continued attempts to speak to her; of how one evening she had found two of his men waiting in her room at the tavern; and although they had left peacefully that night, she had to wonder how much longer it would be, before the old man became so enraged, that he would have her taken and dragged before him. Gabriel feeling that Aramis, Porthos and D'Artagnan had enough on their hands without having to help with her problems. And anyway, she should be able to deal with these things herself; if she was pretending to be a man, she had to act like a man, and not go crying to the others any time that she had to face the Red Guard. Gabriel hating to think what her father and grandfather would say if she could not deal with the cardinal and his men, by herself. So, she had every intention of keeping all this to herself. Though it did annoy her, that the assassin across from her, seemed to know far more about her and Athos, than she would like. The young Fontin looking back up, as the assassin let out one more chuckle, before speaking yet again.

"Oh, we shall see, Fontin........we shall see.........."