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"At what point did you think this was a good idea?" John asked quietly. The sound of guns going off was slowly getting quieter as they crawled off to the side.
"It's not a good idea. It's a great idea," Alexander snapped. "It's going to work."
The two men made it out of earshot and began to really sprint, ducking around a building to get into enemy lines.
"This is terrible," Laurens ranted. "We're gonna get caught!"
"Not if you shut up!" Hamilton retorted.
The next comment died on John's lips when they neared the base.
"Remember the plan," Alex hissed. "You have to be oh so quiet when you're going around the front to meet Hercules. There you'll change into the suits and cause the distraction. Once they're gone, you'll meet me inside and we'll lug out the cannons. Okay?"
"Um-"
"Go!"
John scampered off, trying to become as small as he could to sneak past the front where two Brits stood guard. He passed without incident, making it to Hercules.
Without a word, Mulligan passed him a uniform to get changed.
"Just so we're all on the same page here, this feels very wrong," John complained quietly, gesturing at the tight fitting uniform.
"Stop whining, we've got a job to do." Hercules rolled his eyes at Laurens.
They grabbed their guns and pulled their best scared faces, running out to the soldiers guarding the door. John quickly shifted into the correct accent.
"Assistance required in the Eastern holding! Rebel scum have infiltrated our system! Quickly!" He yelled, waving at the guards.
His tone and manner had the desired effect, and soon they had rid the place of it's protection.
He and Hercules met Alex inside, immediately each starting at a cannon.
In a matter of time, they had all the cannons safely wheeled into the American camp, and were celebrating with a few drinks.
John hadn't had an opportunity to change out of the uniform, and he still felt uncomfortable.
"It feels like I'm cheating on America!" He whimpered to Alex.
Hamilton only snorted in reply. "You know, I normally hate anything red, but that doesn't look half bad on you."
Laurens' cheeks heated as the rest of his friends laughed. "I'm more attractive when I'm not wearing it," he protested.
"Yeah, you're more attractive when you're not wearing anything," Lafayette winked.
John grumbled and hid his bright red face as another bout of laughter shook the table.
That night, he and Alexander sat on the rooftop, with their legs dangling into the air.
"We did something good tonight," John mused softly. Alexander nodded.
"Yeah. It feels nice. Do you think it'll make a difference though?"
Laurens replied only with a shrug and a sigh, leaning into the smaller man.
Alexander wrapped an arm around him, more free in his movements when they were alone.
"It's a beautiful night, John Laurens."
"Alexander Hamilton, you make it all the more."
