Washington looked down at the dead man in front of him, at his aides, starring each one personally into the eyes, then he pledged with a firm and fierce voice:" We will find the villainous culprit who did this dastardly deed.
He looked around, and although bleeding out he still had some faint consciousness. He could hear someone calling out to him, it wasn't Tara. Not this time, maybe he would be free, someone was going to save him. Although he was doubtful he tried to hold onto that hope, the voice getting louder and louder. Now paired with a banging noise, he looked around as best he could.