The Order

The Wait Begins

After our small crusade was over, the three of us had to take a moment. We realized how horrific it is what we found.

It read, "have patience my friend, this is only a mear roadblock in our effort. We will return in 1812.
-Pitcairn"

We glared at each other. James hand was wrapped with cloth. His eyes were shaking violently, he stormed out in a fit of rage. "If the brits intend on another invasion, Pitcairn will be with them." Travis said. "Well, we know the time. We must know what they intend, and where."

We had taken refuge in the camp, everything looked the same. The only dead body that was in the camp was the captain's. Which we disposed of quickly.

We spent the next few days organizing and pondering our next move.

I sat in a chair stitching James's palm back to each side. "AHH!" He shouted as I worked. The British flag still flew in the camp to our irony and amusement.
Travis was outside with his militia training them proper firing lines.

A British courier unaware that the men firing were not brits, raced into the tent James and myself were in.

"CAPT... " The courier fell to his knees, then the ground. His body dropping reveled Travis with a smoking flintlock pointed at him.

He now lay in a pool of his own blood. He had a bloodstained letter in his hand, I rushed over and grabbed it.

It read, "We will burn Washington DC to the ground, along with their precious white house my friend."

We now have our place, but for now, we enjoy this victory.

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