Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Remember Remember

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Remember remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason, and plot-

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Warnings: Blood, death, battle, massacre, violence

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And so it begins.

Jefferson led them to E-1, which was apparently inside a hollowed out tree and led underground. He opened up a hatch and looked down, a current of air ruffled his curls. "Alright, you two take this one to the kitchens. From there you should be able to find your way easily. Everything leads back to the kitchens eventually. The hardest part will be finding a new entrance so try and stay inside the walls."

"What about you? How are you getting in?" Laurens asked.

"I'll take E-2. It connects to the presidential bedrooms. Ready?"

"Ready," Hamilton replied.

"I'll go with Jefferson," Laurens declared. Hamilton and Jefferson each gave him an odd look, but they were pressed for time so they didn't question it.

"Okay, Alexander, jump in," Jefferson said as he held open the hatch that dropped into the ground.

Hamilton walked up, peered down the hole turned to Jefferson, gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear, "Stay alive." Then he turned Laurens, "Keep him safe, won't you?" Laurens nodded and Hamilton jumped down the hole, Jefferson closing the hatch after him.

"Alright Laurens, let's get to E-2."

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The tunnel was dark and long. It seemed to stretch on forever. But the ground was even and smooth so that was a plus. Hamilton walked through the darkness like it was his best friend, still extremely thankful for his oddly good night vision. Eventually, the path began to slope up slightly and he came face to face with a ladder. Oh goody. He climbed up and quietly pushed open the hatch and lifted himself out. Now inside the walls of the Presidential Manor, it was a bit cramped and pitch black but still, it was kinda cool.

He looked left and right, suddenly wishing he had Jefferson's knowledge of the passageways. Left or right?

Right.

You could never go wrong with right. Right? Fuck it. Hamilton eased to the right. He listened intently for any noise coming from the other side but heard nothing. Eventually, he came across a doorway that led into a room, the light softly leaking through the wall as a way to let him know this was an exit. Now the question was, did he want to be in this room and were there any Goveys? Hamilton paused at the door, pressing his ear against it. If Jefferson were really smart, he would've installed peep holes or-oh.

The room was empty. Okay, moving on.

Next room then. Oh shit. Another branch. This place was like a fucking maze how did Jefferson keep it straight in his head? Because he designed it dumbass. Great, now he was insulting himself. Just keep going straight that way you know your way back. He really needed a ball of string.

Hopefully, the Goveys weren't in the walls too.

Before Hamilton even made it to the next exit, he could hear the muffled voices of people through the wall but was unable to hear what they were saying. Goveys or prisoners? Hamilton inched along and finally made it to the door. Fuck, it was both. Well, that complicates things. Hamilton was wondering if Jefferson would kill him if he just shot through the wall.

Probably.

How could he do this then? The old-fashioned way. Fix bayonets. Hamilton attached a blade to the end of his rifle, took in a breath and flung the exit door open, rolling into the room and stabbing the first Govey he found, firing into his chest as he did so. Everyone else was in shock and froze up. Hamilton used it to his advantage, dropping the remaining two Goveys in the room with two quick pulls of the trigger. Silencers made it so that an entire building didn't rush him. But someone a room away would've heard so he waited for a moment to see if anyone was going to storm in. After it was clear he was in the clear, he turned to the shocked people in the room.