Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Ghosts of the Past

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Warnings: Lots of violence and fighting. Lots. Mentions of blood.

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"I don't understand why you bring that god-awful cane wherever you go," Hamilton remarked. Jefferson and Hamilton lie concealed in the foliage of the tree line surrounding Monticello.

"It's a lot different than I remember," Jefferson remarked.

"Yeah, it is," Hamilton agreed.

They both glanced at each other and said at the same time, "Wait, I thought you said you've never been here before?"

"I haven't," they both replied. They looked at each other for a moment longer before turning their attention back to the patrols. Surprisingly, there weren't that many people guarding. They guessed Monticello wasn't a place they expected to be attacked by rebels. It was their own fault for turning such a historical building into a base for war. What was with that?

"What's the plan?" Jefferson asked.

"Sneak in, take everyone out, don't get blood on the curtains."

"I love it," Jefferson said, "I'd like to make one modification to that plan." Jefferson leaned over and whispered the plan in his ear.

Hamilton burst into quiet laughter. "That's what you want to do?"

Jefferson grinned, "It'll be fun."

Hamilton stared at the front door of the grand building for a moment in thought. "Yeah, okay, let's do it."

"Blades only then," Jefferson instructed as they split up, taking off in two opposite directions, circling the perimeter. Jefferson crouched down into the bushes, two throwing knives in his hands. Wait for the first patrolman to pass, go for the second. Wait for it. Now! Jefferson knife spiraled through the air and embedded itself exactly where Jefferson aimed. The man sank to the ground. He sprinted across the grass, scooped up the body and returned to his position. He yanked out the knife, cleaned off the blood and concealed the body. Now he just had to wait for the first guard to lap back around.

Two minutes went by when the guard finally reappeared. Jefferson's knife was flying the next instant and another guard was crossed off. Jefferson retrieved the knife and hid that body too before moving to the next position.

This went on for a long time until Jefferson couldn't find any more guards to make friends with. When that finally happened, Jefferson imitated an owl perfectly. Ten seconds later he heard the response. Phase two. This was Jefferson's favorite phase.

He met up with Hamilton on the edge of the tree line closest to the front door. "I can't believe you want to do this," Hamilton said, shaking his head and calibrating the mechanism on his wrist. "Where did you get the idea for this anyway?" he asked, referring to the mechanism.

"Assassin's Creed," Jefferson replied, flicking his own blade out before it disappeared back up his sleeve. Hamilton rose an eyebrow at him, "Hey, your video game was Grand Theft Auto, mine was Assassin's Creed, leave it be."

"Let's go," Hamilton said, standing and walking brazenly onto the open grass, Jefferson right beside him. They slipped between the massive pillars and up to the front door. "This was your idea, you get the honors," Hamilton said, pointing to the door.

Jefferson stepped forward and loudly knocked on the door. They waited there patiently for a response. None came. "Try again," Hamilton said. Jefferson knocked again. A moment later, the door swung open.

"I swear Carl if you ding dong ditch the base one more- Oh, you're not Carl," the guard said.

"No, but he sounds like a great guy," Jefferson replied.