Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Government Refuted

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Warnings: Bit of PTSD, roasting, dragging of other characters. Amazing insults. The works. 

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The night before everything was set to go down was a rough night for both of them. Jefferson screamed himself awake in the middle of the night. He was and making himself some tea to calm his nerves when he heard Hamilton stumble out of his room, Jefferson made another cup and handed it to him without a word. There was an understanding between them that neither of them talked about.

Jefferson settled into a chair and Hamilton curled up in the corner of the couch, they sipped their tea and watched the clock tick. Many nights had passed between them like this, sleepless. Jefferson had nights like this before the horrors that he and Hamilton went through, but never as frequently. Hamilton was just the same. Everyone had their own hidden horrors, they just happened to share this one.

That's what happens you fight for something you believe in. The trick was not breaking. Never break, because once you do, they win. Don't let them win. Never let them win.

"Do you think it will get better?" Hamilton asked suddenly, quietly, breaking the silence, "After all this is over? Will it be worth it?"

"I don't know," Jefferson said softly, "I don't know."

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The sun rose, Jefferson and Hamilton rose from their seats with it. Today was the day where their lives were thrown back into the nightmare that is war. They were both asking themselves if they could do it, handle several more years of toil and bloodshed, stay sane through it all, knowing that that is exactly what they'd be going through before it even happened. It didn't matter though because they had to. It was what they believed in so they would fight, no matter what happened, they would fight with everything they had.

So they donned the outfits Jefferson had ordered. Hamilton looked in the mirror, Jefferson was right, it looked pretty good on him, not that he'd ever admit it. He walked out into the hallway only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight Jefferson. The man looked like a God, a God that didn't give a shit about anything or anyone else. A God who was about to walk out into the world and smite anyone who got in his way. And in a way, he was. That's exactly what this was about, smiting the entire governmental forces. 

Jefferson turned and walked toward Hamilton, a grin plastered on his face, "See? Now, what did I tell you? You look great! Not as great as me, but still fantastic."

"I never expected it to be so reinforced," Hamilton said, he could feel the Kevlar that lined parts of the clothing, protecting him mostly from knives, and the bulletproof chest piece that fit slimly to his body.

"I told you needn't worry about that. Now, for the rest," Jefferson said, handing Hamilton over the weapons he was to conceal.

"Where am I to put these?"

"Literally anywhere. It has places to conceal anything everywhere. I would say you could hide a tank, but I think that might be a bit overkill."

Hamilton started tucking things away, Jefferson was right, there were compartments everywhere. How much time did he put into designing these? What had the world come to, to make these necessary? It was sad. Hamilton looked forward to the day he could walk down the street without having to have anything to defend himself. "What about you?" Hamilton asked, eyeing Jefferson's outfit, looking for any sign of anything concealed.

"Already done. Amazing right? Can't see a thing." Jefferson scooped up his cane and twirled it in his hand. "Shall we?" he gestured toward the door. The marched out the door with every possibility of never walking back through it again. They knew the game plan, tried to think of every obstacle, but that fact of the matter was, they had no clue what was going to happen today.