Considered for Mercy

Benedict Arnold sits in his car, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he thumbed through the folder he had been sent overnight. It detailed a bomb plan he had yet to start on. He glanced over parts detailing specific instructions on where to put the bomb and how big to make it, humming. It wasnt a very big bomb he had to make, and Benedict frowns. He was hoping for a bigger bomb.

"So, what job has Fredrick deemed necessary to give to us this time?" Andre asks, leaning against the dashboard of the car. They were supposed to be working today, but they had both taken today off. It wasn't too suspicious, Benedict had lots of sick time and Andre was seemingly unnoticeable half the time.  "Is it another taking valuable information? Adams already is speaking with someone on the Homeland security gang to make sure the cameras are 'down' when he steals- or rather, borrows- the papers."

"No, this is diffrent." Benedict chews on the end of his death-stick, handing Andre a page of the detailed bomb he was supposed to make. Andres eyes widden, and he looks at Benedict.

"He wants us to plant a bomb??" He hisses, glancing around to see if anyone was around. The parking lot they were in was full, but none of the cars actually worked, as this was a decoy building by the White house masquerading as a hotel. Yeah people walked in and out of the hotel, but it really didn't serve anyone. Any newcommer who tried to get in would be descretly escorted to a hotel down the street. "Is that-what?!"

"We've done worse." Arnold says, writing down on a pad of paper what they would need for the bomb. "It's not like we're destroying the White House. We're just doing a small scare." He hums. "I think C4 will do the job. I'll have to make it smaller than normal... Probably put it in the breakroom, in the oven."

"Wouldnt that cause lots of damange to the North Hall, or the cold room?"

"Maybe, but who cares, exactly?" Andre hesitates, and Arnold grins. "I'll get started on the bomb, it's easy enough. You tell Adams that the bomb will be planted at, oh.." He checks his watch, it 
was already half past nine. "Eleven thirty and go off around twelve, before everyone goes to lunch."

"That'll get some people who eat lunch early." Benedict chuckles, starting his car. 

"Exactly. It shouldn't hurt them, just... wound. Now, call him. We have places to be now, Andre."

: :

Alexander groans, leaning back in his chair. It was already ten am, and he had gotten almost nothing done. He gets up, heading out to the Circle Office to get some air.

"Well, Alexander." He glances to his right, smiling at Burr.

"Ah, mister Burr, sir!" Alex says, slowing down to walk alongside his friend. "How goes the bill with Madison?" Burr sighs, rubbing his forehead. 

"I love Madison, I really do. You know how great we get along and-"

"It's still locked in his office, isnt it?" Burr laughs, and Alexander smiles.  He knew Burr like the back of his hand, and he knew how the man untensed and relaxed around him. Burr wasnt a dick, like people originally thought when they met him. He was precise, cold, and calculating around other people, but to Alexander, he was a friendly family guy.

"I'm trying my best, Alexander! Theodosia said I should try and play nice with Madison and Jefferson- atleast until I finish negotiating with them."

"Well, Madison will negotiate mor- Oh! That actually reminds me! I heard when Madison went to the senate with one of my bills he filibustered the congess for six hours!" Alex chuckles, and Burr snorts, opening the door for Alex, who nods and walks in.

"He read Genesis and Exodus before the meeting ended, and threatened he would read more if they didn't vote for your plan, so they did. It's in Washingtons hands now." Burr sits down adjacent to Alex, a smile on his face. "Which means you don't have to do anything except wait. Has Washington given you any new assignments?" Alex shakes his head.

"Of course not! He still thinks I'm a goddamn child. I hate that he hast given ME new assignments but will HAPPILY give Maria new ones. I hired her goddamnit and now I'm paying the price." Aaron leans forward against the table, a sly smile on his face. 

"Well, the three-some I brought up the other day is still on the table, and-" Aaron immedietly pulls back, his neutral smile appearing back on his lips. "Secreatary Jefferson! To what do we owe you the pleasure?" Alex raises an eyebrow, glancing back at Jefferson. He didn't even hear the door open, likely due to the stupid ass carpet Alex occasionally complains about to George. 

"Well, Hamilton, I was lookin for you." Alexander frowns, wishing he could wipe the smug grin from Jeffersons face. "Didn't know you were in a meeting with Burr."

"We were just talking about the gun bill Madison refuses to share with Burr. I left him in charge if anything were to happen, it's ridiculous that he was not allowed to work on it while I was out." 

"Of all the competent people you could have put in charge while you were gone, Hamilton." Alexander sits up straight, eyes narrowed in steely determination.

"And what, pray tell, does that mean, Jefferson? I may rag on my party alot, since most of the fools in my party dont seem to know left from right, but atleast my party doesn't have a member that is so homophobic he thinks gay people shouldn't be allowed in schools, you fucking republican." Alex spits out the last part, watching Jefferson sputter as he tries to come up with an awnser. He stands, and Burr does as well, glancing between them. "If I needed the help of a party who is so inherently homophobic and stupid, I would have come to you directly, Secretary Jefferson. Whatever you need from me you can leave with my secretary."

"Hamilton-"

"Bye bye now." Alex says, grabbing Burrs arm and nearly dragging the poor man out of the room. He ignores the stares he gets, dodging past Angelica, who already looks like she's ready to murder someone, and ducks back into his office, shutting the door behind them.

"Jesus Alex what are you trying to do? Make me into a ballon? With the way you were holding onto me I'd think you were trying to court me." Burr says, a small thing of humor making it's way into his scolding. Alexander sighs, rubbing his eyes,

"He's such a fucking asshole, Aaron!" Alex says, kicking his trashcan over. "I can't stand him sometime, with his smug fucking grin and his goddamn purple-"

"His suits are Magenta, we've gone over this before Alexander."

"Who the fuck cares, Aaron?!" Alex glares at Burr, who snorts.

"He does aparently." Alexander shakes his head, looking away as a grin appears on his face. "Look, I know Jefferson is an asshole, I mean, I could hardly do any budgeting without them interfering. Why do you think I gave them thirty bill last time they asked? If we wouldn't have agreed they would have made this place a living hell until the next cabinet meeting where they could discuss it again. Just- if you can, please play nice for a while. Madison was actually agreeing when I proposed stricter gun laws before locking them in his cabinet, and from what I heard the immigrent reformation bill was actually doing great before Jefferson stopped working on it."

"I don't know, Aaron. This is just, its-" For the first time in his life, the immigrent had no words to describe his predicament. He opened and closed his mouth several times before Aaron put a hand to his shoulder.

"I know it's hard, okay? I get it, Alex. Coming back to work with a horrible injury, and suddenly everyone either ignores you or want's to be your best friend; its tough. Just remember though, don't let this injury decide your life." Aaron slides his hand down to Alex's right side, and Alexander winces slightly, remembering the surgery they had to do. "Jefferson's being more of an asshole than usual because of this." He taps Alex's side gently. "He think's he's the bigger man now because of your injury. Take some time in here, breathe, relax, and then come find me, okay? I should be in my office, we can get some hot chocolate from that little resturant down the street." Alex looks up at Aaron.

"The one where they put the little marshmellows in your whipped cream?" He asks, hopeful, and Aaron nods, pecking Alexander on the cheek.

"Yes babe." He says, chuckling. "That one. " Alex pulls away, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, you've offically made it bad. I mean, really? Babe?? If Theodosia heard you calling me that she'd murder you, Aaron Burr. Remember you are a married man." Burr pouts.

"She approves of our relationship."

"I already said no to the threesome, you dipshit. I'm tottally telling theodosia you asked again."

"Alex!" Burr almost whines, and Alexander laughs, leaning against his desk.

"Okay, okay, maybe not, but shut up and get out so I can see if GWash sent me anything of importance." Burr nods, patting Alex's shoulder.

"The offer is still up for debate though." He says in a almost childish glee before returning his face back to the neutral position, although hints of his smile still appeared. "I'll see you later, Alexander. Don't be late for our lunch date."

"Its-just- Jesus your such a dick Aaron get out!"