Position
“Is everyone in position?” Eliza whispers into the mic.
“Me and Sam are good,” Alexandra whispers. “We’re right in the building, guns at hand.”
Sam nods and loads his gun.
“Me and Thomas are about to enter,” Washington murmurs, straightening his tie.
Thomas nods and fixes his cuffs.
“Me and Lafayette are in position,” Adams mutters, having to be extra quiet because he was on the roof.
Lafayette nods and pulls out several knives.
The plan was Washington and Thomas would draw King’s gang out so that Laf and Adams would take out the help.
Samuel would be helping by far range shooting.
No one was expected to get hit because Sam might not be as good as Alexandra, but he was one hell of a sniper.
As soon as King made an appearance, Alexandra would shoot him.
At least, that was the plan.
And it was going wonderfully as Thomas and Washington spread out of the base followed by the entire gang.
Laf and Adams jump off the rafters and are taking out men left and right with help from Thomas and Washington.
“Sam, why aren’t you- fuck!” Alexandra hisses as a bullet skims her arm.
Seabury was smirking and had his gun pointed at her. “Sorry, Hamilton, but I’m with King. And you’re going to actually die this time.”
Alexandra grits her teeth.
Her right arm was oozing blood slowly and was throbbing.
She was going to have some trouble maneuvering but when does she ever back down from a challenge?
She quickly runs right before doubling to the left to avoid a bullet.
She springs off the wall on her left and kicks Seabury’s gun out of his hands.
Before he can do anything else, she roundhouse kicks him in the mouth and slams his head on her knee with a sickening crack.
“Betsy, Sam was with King. I just took him out but my left arm is compromised,” Alexandra hisses into her ear piece.
“He didn’t know the plan till right now so he wasn’t able to tell King. But we need to double back. You can’t shoot,” Eliza says.
Alexandra clenches her teeth, loading her gun. “I practiced lefty for a while. I can do it.”
“Alexandra, you can’t-“ Eliza starts.
“King is out, King is out,” Adams snaps into the earpiece.
“Mon ami, now’s your time,” Laf warns Alexa.
Alexa carefully aims with her left hand, finger hovering over the trigger.
She feels Seabury move from next to her so she shoots.
The bullet flies through the sky and for a deadly second, Alexa thought it was going to hit Thomas.
But Thomas moves out of the way and the bullet hits King.
Right.
Through.
The.
Heart.
For a second everything freezes until King collapses, blood oozing from his wound.
Alexa turns around to see a gun pointed at her face.
“Goodbye, Hamilton,” Seabury spat.
Before he can shoot, another gun shot rings out.
Seabury’s eyes roll back into his skull to reveal James Madison holding a gun with Martha Washington at his side.
Martha rushes to hug Alexandra.
“We did it,” Martha whispers.
Alexandra hugs back and smiles at James. “We did it.”