Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

The World Turned Upside Down

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shit

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Warnings below (That means bad shit is about to go down)

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The plan was actually relatively simple. They just had to sneak in overnight and get in position without the enemy ever finding out, which meant they couldn't bring the tank. Mulligan was rather upset about that. If they did this right, it'd be an easy victory with an extremely small count of casualties. Then, hopefully, the war would be over. Jefferson was so ready for it to be over.

Someone clapped him on the shoulder and came up beside him. "It's good to see you in the fight this time, Jefferson," Washington said, looking out over the troops.

"I've always been part of the fight, sir, just not the part that everyone deems most important," Jefferson replied.

"Of course, of course. Your work in France and Virginia was vital to winning the war and paved the road to the making of the Constitution, I thank you for your efforts," Washington said. Jefferson nodded in response. "Are you ready for the battle, Jefferson?"

"I hate war. I tire of it. But I'll always be ready to fight for what I believe in."

Washington nodded before walking away to find Hamilton.

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Hamilton and his regiment crept over the hill in the black of night. They had to go extra slow so as to not make any extra noise. He was fine, he could see a stick or a loose rock and avoid it easily, his soldiers, however, couldn't see as well and tripped and muttered curses constantly.

By the time Hamilton got into position, everyone else already was, except Jefferson. His was the farthest position, he had to travel farther. He was basically the cork in the bottle, keep the Governmental army from slipping out before they could do any real damage. Once the signal came that told Hamilton Jefferson was finally in position, he looked toward the sky. Now they just had to wait for the sun and enemy army to come marching into their trap.

It'd be hours.

He told his men to get a little bit of rest before the fight. Right now, everything was too quiet. Like the calm before the storm. He could feel the oncoming bloodbath in the air, it was almost like feeling the static before lightning struck.

It fried Hamilton's nerves.

He imagined death so much it felt more like a memory. In fact, it was a memory. He remembered it well. The suicide mission he signed up for. Him and his soldiers marching through the woods when they were ambushed. Him shouting orders, trying to save his men. The bullet tearing through his chest. Him laughing about it. He honestly didn't care back then. He had nothing to really live for anymore. He just couldn't help thinking that Jefferson saved him from one bullet only for him to be struck down by another.

Maybe bullets had a thing for him.

He could die here tonight. Another bullet could find its way into his heart. He could hear how Jefferson would scream. He could see how Jefferson would hold his limp body and then something in him would snap. He'd pick up his two pistols, jump down into the canyon and take on the entire army.

And he'd win.

He'd massacre the entire army before he finally dropped from his injuries. 

Hamilton couldn't die here. He and Jefferson were finally going to live the life they wanted. Rebuild the nation and not get shot by Burr. Hamilton sighed.