Mines

Chapter Twenty-one

"Sir!" a female voice calls across the cavern where we're hiding. I jump, and turn. I'm still not used being called "sir" and part of me hates it, because it's Washington who should in charge. Not me.
"What is it?" I ask.
"We heard a gunshot coming from that tunnel over there!" the girl says, turning to point down a dark passage way. "We also heard footsteps, did anyone go down armed?" My eyes widen in horror as they follow her pointing finger, looking at the tunnel that Lafayette and John went down to find Hercules. Fuck.
"Set up a party, the least wounded people, arm them with what we have," I instruct, and she nods and runs off, recruiting people. I don't know what this feeling is. I don't know why I'd go down a dark tunnel to save John and Lafayette but not Washington. Maybe it's because now we've lost to many people. Maybe because it's the right thing to do. No... that's not it. But what is? Well, it doesn't matter now. What matters is that I make sure everyone stays alive. The young woman comes back with five people flanking behind her. I notice she included the three Schuyler sisters, and I have half a mind to instruct them to stay back but... if they're not that hurt... yes only Angelica's bleeding slightly from a gash on her arm, and she already has a sling. Alright fine, maybe she can stay behind. "Good but, Angelica, you should stay behind. Your arm is hurt." Angelica raises her eyebrows at me.
"Really? Boy, you should know I'm not leaving my sisters to go with you when I stay here and wait for you to bring back what's left of them. And another thing, I can work a gun perfectly find with my right hand, thank you very much. There isn't anyone else willing to go and I-"
"Okay okay! Sorry, you're right, you can come. Just don't say I didn't warn you." I say, raising my hands. And then we're off to go save the hostages.

"Stop here." I whisper, and raise my arm carrying the torch to halt them all in their tracks.
"What's wrong?" Eliza asks, worried.
"I heard something," I respond. "I think it's coming from over there..." I lead the group on, but more quietly and slowly. As we approach the corner, I instruct everyone to stop and poke my head around. Nothing but solid darkness.
BANG!
A bullet whizzes through the air and I jerk back just in time, so it hits the wall behind me. A man in the shadows comes stands in my eyesight, and I glare at him. I turn back to the others, who he hasn't seen yet and tell them to not move an inch. I walk towards the man, hiding my gun behind my back.
"Alexander Hamilton. You've cause quite some t-trouble." the man says, still far enough away that my torch light can't reach his face.
"I've heard that voice before. And it's not connected with good memories," I say, ignoring the mans statement. "Seabury." I hiss. He pauses, shocked that I found out who he was so quickly. But he comes out of the darkness, and he's holding a gun.
"Don't make me s-shoot." he says, his voice quavering.
"You don't want to shoot." I reply coolly.
"F-funny. That's what your friend s-said. Can you guess what happened to him?" he asks.
"I'm sure he's alive." I say, trying to sound indifferent, while on the inside I'm panicking. John? Did he shoot John?
"Well maybe f-for now but not for long." Seabury says with a breathless laugh. He's dropped his righteous, lap dog act, and has revealed a cowering boy who's afraid of doing wrong.
"I don't want to hurt any more people than I have to. But- if you force me, I won't hold back." I say coldly. He laughs again.
"You can't honestly think you'll win? The C-captain will make sure you suffer a painful death."
"You have three seconds to decide what you want." I say, ignoring him yet again. I slowly reveal the gun behind my back, letting it hang loosely at my side. The gun sends into some sort of upward spiral.
"You won't win!"
"One."
"You can't win!"
"Two."
"You'll never, ever, see freedom!"
"Three." I raise my gun rapidly and fire it, it shoots directly over his shoulder, because I missed. On purpose.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Seabury whimpers, and he cringes away from me.
"You picked the losing side," I mutter. "Okay everyone, you can come now." the rest of the groups comes behind me, with Peggy in the lead.
"You didn't kill him did you- oh okay." she shouts and the pauses while standing next to me. Seabury, realizing he's outnumber, sinking back into the wall, hoping no one will notice him.
"Okay, cut the bull crap. Who do you shoot, and where are they now?" Angelica says fiercely, slamming her good arm against the wall, her arm over Seabury's shoulder and looming over him.
"Uh um uh..." Seabury stammers. "I... I don't know his name."
     "Would you describe him for us?" Eliza asks, running over to her sister's side.
     "H-he was- Is tall and um... French?" Seabury murmurs.
     "Lafayette," I say shocked. "What about John?"
     "They both got thrown into the cell holding the hostages," Seabury suddenly gives a large, psychotic smile. "And the guards that took them, are going to come for you. And you'll get thrown in there too."
"We have to go," I announce. Then I stare down Seabury, who whimpers and turns away from me. It wouldn't do for him to hear our plans. I grab my gun and then smash it against the side of his head with such force that he falls into a crumpled heap on the ground.
"What did you do that for?" Eliza asks, astonished.
"We can't have him knowing where we're going, we can't have him with us when he can speak, or he might give us away. This was the only thing I could think of at the moment."
"We could have gotten more information out of him." Angelica reminds me, but I shake my head.
"No, he's right. Those guards could be coming any second. We have to move, now."