Mines

Chapter Eight

"Yes, I know what happened. No I didn't- why won't you listen to me?" Lee growls into his phone, unknowing that Peggy was watching him from behind a tent. It was late at night, and Lee probably thought that everyone was asleep, including Peggy. Well, he was wrong, so his little "secret" conversation was heard by Peggy, which, if she heard anything interesting, she would take to Washington. "I know you were there! I know! But I have something to say, so enough about Laurens, listen!" Laurens? Peggy wonders. Who's that? And who is he talking to? "Alright listen, I don't want to say this twice because someone might be awake," Peggy perks up. This was what she was waiting for. "Burr! You're so frustrating!" Burr... Aaron Burr? Wait... didn't he die a year ago? He died a year ago didn't he? Washington held a funeral for him and everything. Why is Lee now talking to Burr? Peggy inches closer to Lee, holding her breath as to not disturb him. "Of course I don't- you know that! I swear if you mention Laurens one more time, I'm going to find you, shoot you, then shoot Laurens!" Peggy could hear a faint voice coming from out of Lee's phone, which she assumed was Burr's.
"Seabury is starting to suspect. He's been on guard since Hamilton attacked him." Burr says.
     "Suspect you? Why? What have you done?" Lee growls.
     "Same as always, but I guess that's suspicious now." Peggy faintly hears Burr's voice now.
     "It's all that stupid Hamilton's fault! If he hadn't started that riot, then Laurens wouldn't have been threatened and they wouldn't feel the need to escape." Lee hisses, sounding like he was angry at Burr, which seemed unfair to Peggy.
     "They've always wanted to escape, all of them, including Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette. I suppose Hamilton's the spark they needed to feel confident enough." Burr responds coldly.
     "Well Hamilton is messing with my plans!" Lee says. "My plans." My. Not "our plans". "My plans." Lee obviously isn't talking about the rebels, but I thought he was working against the British? But he's working with someone who is presumed dead? And Burr definitely isn't here, but he sounds like he's working with the British to get insider information and then relaying it to Lee... interesting. But why isn't Lee telling any of this to Washington?
     "I'm not working for you," Burr says clearly to Lee through the phone. "I'm simply giving you information because you asked me to."
     "Yes, but, as you very well know, I will inform Washington that you aren't dead if you don't do as I say." Lee snarls. There was silence between the two men for a full minute, before Peggy hears Burr's raspy voice again.
     "What do you want me to do?"

     I was imprisoned and trapped. Which, wouldn't be half bad, actually. At least here I don't have to work for food. But with the gloomy thought that I'm going to get executed by the end of the week, doesn't make the food sit well in my stomach. No more special privileges for watching over Alexander, which, come to think of it, why would I get special privileges for that? I was barely doing anything with him, not even conversing much, but still there must of been a reason why he was so important. Important enough for me to boss around some soldiers for once. I sigh and roll over on my side, my back to the stone wall, staring sadly at the metal bars trapping me like a mouse in the hungry talons of a cat. I miss them all, even though I was only away from them for about twenty hours, but by now they must know that somethings wrong. That their friend is missing. Surprisingly, the British didn't make a big ruckus when capturing me. They dragged me off to my cell in the Captain's base, and that was that. But by the end of the week, on Friday, everyone will hear of my treachery, and I won't even be able to see the horror in their eyes as my heads blown off because of the insulting black sack that will cover my eyes. I doubt that Lafayette will give up questioning the guards about my whereabouts, however, heck, he even might end up next to me on Friday simply for annoying the hell out of them. Laf... I wonder what he's doing right now. Judging from the limited amount of light coming through the small window, its almost dawn. Knowing Laf, he hasn't gotten any sleep, and he's crying and blaming himself for my fate. Herc's comforting him while he's feeling shame himself and Alex... I don't know what Alex would be doing. I can guess though, and I'm guessing he's thinking of a new plan, because his cold harden nature doesn't seem to have any room for error or getting upset. I wish I could see Alex one last time before I die... I don't know why I picked him out of everyone else it's just... he makes me feel different. Something I haven't felt in a long time, or possibly ever. But I probably won't see him, because when I'm taken to the stand it will be with a cloth covering my eyes.

"Giving up already?" I jump at the voice coming from the opposite side of the bars. I sit up to fast and start to feel queasy which Is absurd because I've barely eaten. There was a man standing before me, watching me for god knows how long. He was tall, black, and bald. I didn't know him by name, but I've seen him around.
"Who says I'm giving up?" I ask him. He's dressed in a soldiers uniform but doesn't seem British. He might be one of those lucky few the British decided to use as guards.
"I can tell by your posture. It's okay to accept defeat sometimes y'know." He says.
"Who says I'm accepting defeat?" I say angrily to him, and the moment the words come out of my mouth I feel stupid. Of course I should accept defeat, there's no way I'm getting out of this one.
"No one, but it might be a good idea to well, expect the worse in this situation. I mean, are you really going to get out of here?" he asks. I don't respond, but I know he's right, and I think he knows it as well.
"Why are you telling me this?" I whisper, barely audible.
"I'm being honest." he tells me.
     "Why are you even bothering to talk to me? What do you want?" I say.
     "I'm not looking for a talking partner, if that's what you're wondering. I'm not much for talking. I'm Burr, by the way. Aaron Burr." Burr says.
     "John Laurens. And I'd shake your hand but as you can see I'm currently trapped behind bars." I say in a fake cheerful voice.
     "So I see. I actually wanted to ask you a few questions." Burr tells me. Ah that's what he wants. A guard who wants information, which can use to condemn me even further if possible. And unfortunately for me, I have to answer.
     "What about?" I ask coldly.
     "About a friend of yours." Burr says.
     "Who?" I continue. "Lafayette? Mulligan?"
     "About... Alexander Hamilton."