30 Day Writing Challenge!

Day 5

A/N: sorry I published this late... I kinda want to make a short story with this

George was tired. How couldn't he be, leading one of the main branches of the FBI and all? Right now, they were working on a case in which the President and the First Lady were missing. America was in a panic and there was nothing they could do to calm them down.

A knock came on George's door.

"Yes?"

The door creaked open. Agent Jefferson stepped inside.

George sat up straighter in his chair. "Ah, Jefferson. Do you have any news on Hamilton and Laurens?" Two days ago, he sent them out to find any new information after finding a clue. They should've been back by now...

"Sir, Laurens just came back. He said they were ambushed..." he trailed off looking down. He cleared his throat looking back at George. There was a glint of sadness in Thomas' eyes. "Sir, he said they were ambushed and they have Ale- Hamilton."

George sighed, muttering curses under his breath. "What's our next step?"

"Should I call a meeting?"

"Yes, thank you, Jefferson."

Jefferson nodded and exited the room.

-

"As you must've heard, Agent Hamilton, one of our best, has been taken as well. We need to plan our next step. America is becoming almost as much as a mess as it was in 2020," George said. That was serious. 2020 was part of some of the worst years in American history. Too much happened. "The people are panicking and won't listen. Our current president (Vice President cause y'know the president is missing), is trying the best she can, she's been holding us together pretty good for the most part, but we need the President. Anyone?"

Angelica stood. "Sir, if I may?" He nodded. "We are trying to get in touch with Hamilton's tracker, and if we manage to find him, I suggest a team of 3 to 7 people."

Responses flew left and right. They managed to get a few good ideas down.

"Mr. Jefferson?" George asked. Thomas looked up at him. "Anything to add?"

"Hm? No, sir."

"Okay, then." George stood. "You're all free to go. Let me know if you find out anything else. Thank you."

-

"Hey! Where are you taking me!" Alex kicked and screamed like a small child. "Cowards! Let me go!" They threw him down. Alex groaned, then laughed bitterly. "Whatever you want...you're not going to get."

"Bet." One of the people said. The others laughed.

"Bet..." Alex whispered.

-

"Why are you keeping us here?" Peggy, the President, asked.

"Meh, why not," the man said.

Peggy scoffed, picking at her nails. The kidnappers tied her waist to a chair with duct tape. "Where's Maria?"

"The First Lady won't be joining us today."

"Oof. How 'bout tomorrow?"

The man growled. "God, shut up."

Peggy smirked. "M'kay."

-

They left Alex alone. First mistake. The second mistake, they tied him to a chair with duct tape. He almost laughed at this. He could never even imagine how they managed to take the President and the First Lady. He would have to grill the security on that one. He knew there was something weird going on there.

He counted down to himself. Three... two... one

He jumped up and smashed the chair. He bit his lip, careful not to gain any attention by yelling.

"Ow..."

He managed to find a rip in the tape, and slowly made his way out of it.

Next step. He was in a small room. No windows, dirty, rotting wood.

He listened for any footsteps. He couldn't be caught. They needed to find the President.

The rotting wood was becoming soft, so it was easy to kick down the door. After the door fell down with a loud crash, Alex heard footsteps. He started running around. Trying to find anything he could use to contact someone.

He found another room where a woman was. She was sitting in front of a computer screen showing an empty room, a room with the First Lady, and one with the president, and using her phone for something.

He opened the door slowly, trying not to let it creak, but it did. The woman stood up and saw Alex.

"Hey..." he said.

The woman was the first one to throw a swing. Alex ducked under her arm and twisted it around until the force was enough to dislocate it. He grabbed the iPhone which was luckily still unlocked and opened iMessage. He entered the first number he could think of. Thomas'. He sent him a message as fast as he could, asking him for some help and giving him some information on the President.

He was about to send some instructions but was stopped when his body jerked and he dropped the phone. His vision faded to black.

-

Thomas ran down the hall and towards George's office. He knocked impatiently.

"Come in."

Thomas threw the doors open. "Sir-"

"Mr. Jefferson, calm down."

Jefferson took a breath. "Alexander contacted me." He pulled up a number on his phone. "It might not be him, but I think it is. We have to check this out."

[insert random phone number]: Thomas it's Alex

[insert random phone number]: I don't know where I am but the President is somewhere here

[insert random phone number]: I need you sjdhkabdksb&:!:lsbsk

"Mr. Hamilton or President Schuyler?"

"Both."

"Okay, send up Angelica."

Jefferson nodded.

-

"Bring them home, Ms. Schuyler. All of them." George demanded.

"Sir, but-"

"All. Of. Them."

Angelica shakily nodded.

They sent out a team of 6 people. The mission was successful for the most part. They managed to find the President and the First Lady, but Alex wasn't there.

They searched all over the warehouse, but they couldn't find him. Thomas' throat felt dry for some reason. He felt a tiny pain in his chest he had only felt once before at a family member's funeral.