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9; bang bang bitch

   i slide down to a table a bit closer, continuing to shoot. hamilton was way in the front doing something of his own. he really does have no temper.

   i'll admit, i was only distracting myself looking at hamilton, but something about him was different than what i saw before. but i needed to stay focused on backing him up instead of how i like him.

   i like him? that's a first.

   " jefferson !" i turn to where he's looking and shoot, one of the henchmen, and the body falls on me.

   " gross, what the fuck ." i shrug him off of me and move behind another table to my right. making sure you move every minute or so helps with not getting shot.

   " that's all you got ?" schuyler yells from behind me, she stands up from her clothed table, firing several shots. they hit 3 more men, leaving two left. I stand up and began to shoot, but nothing comes out. I duck back down as shots are fired in my direction. The sounds of their gunshots ringing in my ears still.

   " shit, c'mon, you stupid pistol ." i try to load in more amo but it doesn't work, only making my situation worse. i feel the shooting get closer to where i sit, my mind is going blank. everyone else is wrapped up in their own side.

   " jefferson, what the fuck are you doing ?" i snap back into reality, i was trying to think of a way to get out of the situation, but hamilton stopped that.

   " thinking about my life decisions ." i keep a flat tone to my voice as the shooting gets closer.

   " give me your pistol ." i hand it over to him as he chucks it across the floor.

   " combat skills, go ." he runs off before i can say something else, so i have no choice on what to do. i sneak my way around the table so they won't see me right away. i pop up on one henchmen and fight with him. he only got a punch in, where as, i took him down with three. and a kick to the balls, but that's besides the point. i wipe the blood from my lip as hamilton comes from behind me. he pulls a gun out, pushing past me.

   " burr you're a fucking traitor ." he's head to head with burr now, both aiming guns at each other. i stand off to the side behind hamilton.

   " don't make me shoot ." burr shakily pointed his gun at me, still looking at hamilton.

   " this is between me, you and the agency ." hamilton kept his gun raised, a straight face stained onto him.

   " they threatned my family, you don't understand !"

   " i do, because they threatned mine too, i know what it's like to fear for your childs life, burr, but you don't have to do this ." hamilton consoled, i didn't know he even had a child, i thought he was just married and divorced. this shit goes deep.

   " you've never been there for your child like i have ." burr argued, he raised his gun again, having it dropped while they were talking. i saw angelica sneaking behind him to grab it. he fiddled with his finger on the trigger.

   " don't do this ." hamilton sternly said. his voice echoed across the room again. angelica was getting closer now, almost close enough to grab the gun. i stood there as a target, excepting my fate at the end of that handgun.

   " i'm sorry ." burr squeezed the trigger, firing a shot. hamilton stepped in front of me, just as the bullet was fired. he fell back into me and i caught him. it took me a moment to process what happened as burr ran. angelica frozen in her spot. i knelt down as he lay limp in my arms.

   " hamilton, holy shit, are you okay, hamilton !" i knelt next to him, he was coughing, his hair over his face.

   " s-shit, that knocked the a-air out of m-me ." he croaked, getting to his knees. he flipped his hair from covering his face, which was red.