A day in the life of a Hamilton Fan

Book scene

"Please," The British soldier looked up at me with wide eyes, "please, show me mercy." He was clutching his arm, wincing. I glared at him, lifting my tri-corn hat so he could see my eyes.

"Your looking right at her," I growl. Without a second thought, I lower my bayonet into his chest, hearing him scream. I pull out my weapon and turn away to join Henry, never once looking back.

Henry looked at me with a mix of awe and horror, " WHAT WAS DAT?!"

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, "Spy."

"John! Don't ya think ya should've.." henry begins, pacing around.

"Nope," I interrupt. I saw a spy and dealt with it. No need to tell Miller. Henry shakes his head and I glare, "Look. I dealt with it. That's all that matters."

Henry looked down at me, "john? Do you evuh think dat the longa' we stay in dis war, the less human we become?"

I like girly touched the bruise on my cheek, anger flaring up inside me, "Maybe if you feel that way, you should run off home." Henry winced as if I had hit him. Without a word, I headed back to the tents.