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11; thomas? alexander? benjamin?

" could you not be a twat ?" thomas, or jefferson, angrily shuts the window curtains. i reminded him, that's why he's angry.

" but if i wasn't then -"

" no one would read this book -"

" no, you dipshit, we could get spied on. . . what were you even talking about ?" i twist my face at him in annoyance. it was like a cycle when he would get on my nerves and when he'd be this super caring, gentle guy.

" eat a nugget ." he motions toward my food as he sat down on the end of his bed.

" gladly, bitch ." i mutter underneath my breathe. he seems to catch on, but shrugs it off.

" fuck you and your limping, honey mustard ass ."

" i'm sure you'd love to ." i blurt out, he pauses then lays back on his head board with his arms crossed. for once he doesn't say a snarky comment, he's silent. finally, just like it should've been.

" i sometimes wonder how we haven't shot each other in the head ." he turns his eyes up towards the ceiling, i brush off his statement. i know why i haven't. i lose my job, which means "bye bye" to america.

" hey daddy, what's new ?" i tease over the phone. i hear washington give a large sigh, jefferson gives me a look.

" hamilton, you and jefferson need to get your lead, may i remind you, you have three weeks left, hm ?" i can feel his rock solid expression from the other end, i stop playing around instantly.

" sir we're working on it, we're close ." i assured.

we weren't actually close at all. it was a few days after the ball, and because i basically killed everyone at the party we had no other evidence, or new evidence. but since charles is alive, now we have to find him again, and bring him back to base. off to the torture chambers for him. that's what he deserves anyways.

" well it doesn't seem like it, get moving or i'll pop a cap in your ass ." he hung up after that. his growl had atleast made me want to be scared, i couldn't exactly be. thomas was standing right there.

" he said make a move or we're both fucked ." i kept a straight face as i buttoned up my vest and flipped on my sunglasses.

" well, we're just in luck, i think i know someone who can help ." he grabbed his keys and unlocked the door. i made a disgusted face at his politness as he opened it for me.

" who do you have in mind ?" i kept walking straight to the truck.

" benjamin fucking franklin ." he said proudly, hoping in.

" you weren't kidding ." i look up towards an apartment building, where benjamin franklin, the oldest agent, besides washington, resided. he's an actual legend.

" he knows all the dirt, so he can definitely help us ." he ushered me as he walked to one of the stairs with a smug look on his face.

" sorry i can't help you ."

" are you serious ?" he chuckles at me, patting my head. apparently being old means being delusional too. he kept treating me like some little kid just because of my height. some kid named francis.

" without the case file, you do have it, right ?" he slid down his bifocals from his nose, thomas looked at me, then i looked at him and he looked back at franklin.

" it's in your car, i'll get it ." i flick on my sunglasses again and he hands me the keys. i hear benjamin call after me.

" be careful now francis ." i rolled my eyes from behind the shades and closed the door behind me. i basically was in the olympics going down the stairs because they were so steep. that definitely hurt my leg a bit.