The good, the bad, and the very, very, ugly.
Alexander didn't really speak to Thomas about that night, and Thomas didn't bring it up with Alexander, which he was happy about. The next morning had been them both rushing to get out on time, since Thomas' car was still at the Whitehouse parking lot, and Alex had to meet Maria to change his clothes before the press meeting he had that day.
Alex sighs, doodling random notes in his notebook as he reminenced about the kiss on the cheek and the carry to bed. Thomas had been so gentle to set him down and so quiet as to not wake him up. It was about a week later, and Alex knew that it was developing into more of a crush.
"Alexander?" He slammed his notebook shut as he looked up at the person entering the room, looking guilty as hell.
"Angelica! Suprise to see you here." Angelica raises an eyebrow, not believing his bullshit.
"Uh-huh. Anyway, Washington's calling a private meeting, and guess what? You've been selected." Alex had heard of Washington's secret meetings before. Hell, Thomas had gone to one before.(He only knew because the man was gone at lunch time.) And even though Alex poked and prodded and made fun of Thomas, he never gave up the truth. You could say he was dying to be in the room where it happened.
"Private meeting, huh?" Hamilton says, leaning on his elbows. "Do I need to know something before this secret meeting?"
"Just this." Angelica places a thick binder down on the table, sliding it over to Alexander. "Read through it, don't let anyone else see. Once your done bring it to the meeting." Alex stares over the binder simply labeled 'proof'. "Don't be late, Alexander. The meeting starts at 10:30." Alex checks the time.
"So I have thirty minutes before I'm due there. Alright." Angelica backs out of the room, locking Alexander's door from the inside. "I'll have this read over by then."
"Remember Alexander. Tell noone." Alex nods as she leaves, opening the thick binder up. He glanced over the first page before grabbing his reading glasses from his drawer. Angelica always wrote small.
'Proof.' it started. 'That someone in the whitehouse has been stealing documents and selling them off to foreign powers.' Alexander's eyes widden. Was Angelica serious..?
"Shit." He mumbles. If someone really was selling off their documents, that was bad. He continues reading.
'We have already crossed off a couple of names from the list, mostly names of our friends who work in the white house with us.' There was bigger writing underneath, Washington's writing, that read,
'Alexander isn't guilty. He's been nothing but loyal since day one. I just hope it wasn't all an act.'
"Ouch." He grumbles out, feeling a bit upset. He knew it was just natural to blame people in closer circles, but still. Ouch. Alexander flips to the next page, and stops. Someone had ripped pages out, and it wasn't Angelica. Angie didn't like ripping paper, she would have untook the whole thing just to take certain papers out so Alexander couldn't see them, which ment-
"Fuck." Alexander says, rapidly standing up. He shuts his computer and puts the binder-and his computer- in his book bag, rushing out the door. If they really did have a theif in the white house that was bad. But for the pages on who it could be missing was even worse. If the theif knew Washington was gunning for them, they were all in some deep shit.
: :
Adams doesn't even bother to knock this time, pushing the door open. In his hands were the four pages of notes he had managed to rip from Angelica Schylers 'proof' binder.
"Sir." Adams says, pushing past two men to stand at Fredrick's desk. Fredrick looks up at him, waving away Andre.
"Adams? What are you doing here? Shouldnt you be waiting at the white house-"
"We'll have to attack earlier." He slams the papers down on Fredrick's desk. "Angelica Schuyler figured it out." Fredrick frowns, taking the papers. "She's noticed her papers missing- it was such a hassle getting these, since she's started double locking her office door."
"She's... Angelica Schuyler?"
"Washington's senior advisor. She can fight like hell, I've figured out how to get her out of the way, sir."
"And she's smart enough to find out her papers are missing? Hmm, I may need to keep an eye on her."
"Sir, please. We need to attack earlier. May I suggest around 10:30?"
"Why then?" Fredrick asks, and Adam grins.
"There's a rumor going around that Washington will be having a meeting around that time with only his most trusted associates. If we attack then, we'll be able to take them all at once, instead of running around the building searching for them. There's two secret entrenched to get out of the oval office, and you can use the right one to get back down to the parking lot and load them into the van."
"Secret service also use those tunnels, you can't possibly be thinking of using those." Andre says, stepping forward. "If you get caught by secret service, they won't hesitate in murdering me, and anyone else who tries to kidnap the FUCKING PRESIDENT!" Andre growls. "I'm not going to die because you peices of shit are being idiots!" Fredrick looks over to Adams.
"Is it true secret service use the tunnels?"
"It's true, but once lockdown starts and we manage to bar them in their room early on they won't be a problem. Expecially when I lock certain doors from them getting to the president in time." Fredrick drums his fingers along the table, humming. His plan was working exactly as he wanted it to go- but there was something he was worried about, and that was Adams. He wasn't a great Vice president, and Fredrick knew that after he took out George, he'd have to get rid of Adams as well.
"Go back and get everything ready, then. We need everything in place, which means places people!" Fredrick nods to Arnold, whose smile almost stretches to both ears. "I need them on that plane immediately after you take them. Do you have the Propofol, Arnold?"
"Yes sir, I do." He grins. "I'll be very generous with it, sir."
"Adams, take them to the white house. The time is now 10:15. I want them strapped up and in that plane by 10:35. Everyone is dismissed." Fredrick watches the men scramble out of the room, packing up his bags. It was his time to leave as well, he'd be on the jet back with the president and the others just incase they woke up half way through. He glanced up as Andre walked back through the door.
"He still believes we're on his side, sir. If all goes well, we can destroy the military from inside and disband Congress."
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful." Fredrick grins, placing papers and other important documents in the bag. "I want him executed. As soon as Washington and the others are in my grasp, I want you to kill him. Arnold can take hold for now, he's smart enough to hold office for me." He pulls a envelope out of his pocket, handing it to Andre. "Remember to tell him to give it to Angelica Schuyler to photocopy to others. If she's smart, she won't try to come after me. I already have Russia on my side thanks to my sister." Caroline, of course, didn't know she was helping Fredrick in his quest for dominant power, but who cares?
"Is there anything else you'd like me to do sir?" Andre asks, and Fredrick hums.
"Make sure Adams doesn't suffer to much. Two shots to the head quickly, like your killing a hurt animal." Andre looks slightly disgusted, taking the envelope, but nods.
"Your wish is my command, sir."