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Ash POV
"Ash." George grumbled from the other side of the room, beckoning me over.
"Yeah?" I asked warily.
"I didn't want to do this..." He trailed off.
"Do what?"
"You have to go."
"But-"
"I'm sending you to Britain to spy on the troops with The Sons of Liberty." He interrupted me.
"Really?" I was so excited. I hadn't been out in the field for so long, and I missed it. This was more than I had ever done though. The stakes were higher than ever.
"Yes." He said sadly. He was worried about me.
"I'll be fine, don't worry." I reassured him.
"Just... just try to stay safe. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. When do I leave?"
"Um," He scratched his neck. "In like 20 minutes."
"George, why didn't you tell me? Help me pack." I yelled throwing my bag at him.
"Ash." He whispered.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"I know you have an emergency bag under your bed. Just in case I sent you out."
"George-"
"Just go. They're waiting for you."
"Goodbye Georgie." I whispered kissing him on the cheek.
I ran from the tent towards Herc's tent.
"Hey Herc." I said, out of breath.
"Hey, you're just on time. I was about to go get you. Come on, the downfall of Britain awaits us."
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Herc POV
We were at the docks now. Me and Ash had run to catch the boat before it left.
"I'm so glad you're coming with us." I said gesturing towards the other men..
"I'm sure we'll need that feminine touch on a boat full of men." Adam, another member of 'The Sons of Liberty' said.
"Don't think I'm gonna be bringing flowers and rainbows on the boat. I like drinking hard, and shooting stuff. Don't forget I could shoot you from farther away than you'd feel comfortable with." she said laughing. The look of mortification on the Adam's face made me laugh too.
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Sparks And Ashes (Washington x OC)
Fiksi PenggemarAshley Hamilton was the older sister of Alexander Hamilton. She was a spy for America . Her specialty was arson. The British called her 'Asher' because by the time she was gone, so was their camp. All that would be left was a pile of ashes. Sparks...
