Taken
"What?!" Angelica slammed her hands down on George's desk, who slightly jumps, not thinking she would do that. "What do you mean someone stole the pages- that's impossible! Litterally impossible, I made sure my door was locked last night, the binder was in a safe in Madison's office on purpose. Nobody except Madison and Jefferson knew it was there and we've already ruled them out, Alexander."
Alex shakes a bit, sitting in his seat opposite to the desk. It was like being in the principles office again, except this principle had the right to hit you, and knew exactly where to hurt you.
"I don't know what to tell you, Angelica." Alex finally replies, sitting up a bit. "I'm telling the truth. I opened the binder and the four pages were gone."
"We have to get them here. Screw the meeting at 10:30, Washington, the people that we trust have to be here now. If someone has those pages then we're done for!" George was sitting at the desk, staring at the binder, quiet. He opened his mouth, and yet, closed it once more, aparently deep in thought.
"Gather them." He finally says. "We'll need their help." Angelica immediately leaves the room, Alexander looking over to him.
"Are you two sure this is stealing, and not just us loosing something, or people re-filing things? I don't want to accuse anyone without proof." Alex says, and George sighs.
"Angelica is my senior advisor, I trust her, Alexander. I thought you did too."
"Thats not what I ment. I-i trust Angelica, I just-I.." Alexander once again is speechless. He taps his right side gently, trying to calm himself down. Whenever he got to worked up, Aaron would always tap his right side, somehow calming the man down. It always weirdly grounded him. He takes a deep breath, trying to remember what Aaron would say if he was here with Alexander.
'Take a deep breath, breathe, and relax, Alexander. Focus on how your going to fix the problem, not how bad the problem is. If you can't fix the problem by yourself, then ask for help.'
"What I ment, sir." Alexander says, slowly speaking, picking and choosing his words, "Is that I trust you and Angelica, but are we really sure this isnt someone re-filing this stuff?" George nods.
"We're sure. Angelica turned everyones offices upside down a couple of weeks ago, I think that that was when you left with Mr. Jefferson." Alex sits up straight, a blush making its way to his face as he guiltily plays with his suit. "Lafayette said he had it but-"
"I-I uh, knew lafayette would be more needed here, sir. Adams had dissapeared again and uh, I thought taking Thoma-erm, Jefferson home would be okay for me to do, sir. You hadn't given me any work to do that day, and while I was working on a couple of bills that needed to be passed I could do that at home." George raises an eyebrow, and leans forward.
"Eliza told me you stayed the night at Mr. Jeffersons house." Alexander chokes on his spit, trying to save face.
"Eliza-wha- She wouldnt-"
"She was hanging out with Maria Lewis aparently and you never came back home that night." Right. Eliza and Maria had gotten a thousand times closer since Alexander had brought Maria to work. Eliza respected Maria wasnt ready for another relationship, and instead they cuddled and hung out as friends. Alexander thought it was cute, and was happy that his friend had someone to love.
"Well-I- Well uh-" Alexander wasnt really religious but he thanks whatever god up there that Angelica came in when she did.
"Okay, Maria, Eliza, Hercules, and Laurens are at a meeting with my Dad and a couple of senate leaders, so they arnt here. I did manage to find Lafayette, Madison, Jefferson, Peggy, and Burr." Alex looks at Peggy as she skips into the room.
"Why didn't you go to that meeting, Peggs?" He asks, confused. "Didn't your dad specifically want you to be there?" Peggy nods, chuckling.
"Thats why I sent Maria. The meetings at capitol hill and I didn't feel bothered taking the drive down."
"Enough talk." Angelica frowns, standing beside Washington. "We have a problem."
: :
Sally Hemmings had come down stairs for coffee. She was in the hallways, near the front doors, waiting as the coffee brewed when she heard the front doors burst open, and someone grabbed her from behind.
"Sorry sally." The voice sounded familiar and unfamiliar at the same time,and Sally stumbled forwards, trying to get away from them, but they held onto her with a tight grip. "No hard feelings, I hope." She feels a prick by the base of her neck and feels herself stumble, her vision going dark. Before she fully passed out, she saw Thomas Conway standing above her, a sad smile on his face. "Sorry." She slipped into unconcensness two seconds after that, her brain sending her off to dream land.
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Arnold hits Conway on the back of the head as they head up the stairs, a frown on his face.
"You idiot, why did you keep apologizing to her? she could have recognized your voice!"
"She'll forget about it anyway. Ketamine is litterally date rape drugs, their to make the user of the drugs forget. She'll most likely be out for a while." Conway hums. "Don't worry about it. I picked my poison, and you picked yours. Mine just makes them more drowsier. Yours instantly knocks them out."
"Your going to blow our fucking cover, and when you do, I'm going to beat your ass." Arnold stops at the door leading to the area where the Oval office and other offices were, readying his gun. He checks to make sure he had ammo in the cartridge first before glancing at his group. "Ready first group?" There's the clacking of guns being drawn and Adams unlocks the door for them, stepping out of the way. "Advance!"
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Alexander knew something was wrong when he felt buzzing in his head. Usually his ears would start to burn, and while his mother had always told him it was because someone was talking about him, it usually ment thunderstorms.
Buzzing ment something bad was happening, and he didn't like it. He catches a silent 'Pop!' and dismissed it, thinking it was nothing more than someone dropping their things on the floor. But when Alex heard raised muffled voices, (Honestly, the one thing he could attribute to was that he had excellent hearing. Being on a quiet island in the ocean had made it easier for him to hear anything going on. Voices loud equals bad.)
"Angelica, shush." Alexander says, and she looked up him furious. Noone told her to shush, but when he held up his hand, standing up, that's when she stepped back. It was quiet. Too quiet for Alexander's liking. He stepped to the door, feeling his hand shake as he opened it. Down the hall, Alexander heard footsteps running, and someone dragging something and-
that's when he saw it. The body. He must have missed it at first, since that wasn't what he was looking for. It was off one of the guys who worked for him, Ollie, his name was. He was only ninteen, Alexander had hired him straight out of law school. He slams the door, the blood soaked eyes and the ripped up stomach still burned onto his eyes, and before he could say anything, locked the door and proceeded to throw up all over a potted plant nearby.
"Alexandere-"
"Lock the door." He pants out, his body shaking violently. "I dont- barricade- there's an-" he dry heaves, his stomach swirling. He had already through up his breakfast, he didn't know if he's throw up his stomach next. Aaron's the first person to reach him, grabbing Alex by the shoulders.
"Hey, deep breaths for me. Focus on me right now, not whatever's going on outside." Aaron quietly says to him, sliding his hands down to grab Alexander's own. "Breath, and tell me what you saw."
"Blood." Alex chokes out after a while. "Ollie-ollies dead. Theres- I knew I heard something but-" before Alexander could finish his sentence, there was a rattle at the door as someone tried to get in. Aaron pushes Alexander behind them as there's a growl of frustration.
"They've locked the door. Should we kick it down?"
"These shitty locks won't hold for long, so you can try and kick it down." George glances around the room before his eyes come to rest on his desk.
"Thomas, Lafayette, help me move this desk infront of the door. Angelica, open up the door over there, we'll get out through the tunnels-"
"Not so fast, George my friend." A booming voice comes through the door. It sounded... Familiar... But Alexander couldn't figure out who it was. Maybe it was because their tone was sharp, and their voice was deeper than it most likely normally was. "Either you and your friends in there surrender right now, or-" Alex can hear a gun cock, and a couple of screams are let out. "we shoot and kill the rest of your lil staff members out here. Starting with... Pence."
"Oh you can kill him." Thomas rolls his eyes, getting punched in the arm by Lafayette.
"It's your choice. We have a couple of women here that I'm sure would not like to be murdered, isn't that right?" A small chorus of 'Yes!' and 'Please don't kill me' bubbles up. George's eyes widden. Yeah, being president made it so that he had to make hard decisions, but this was the hardest one yet. He couldn't open that door, that most likely would result in them all being gunned down. Before he could think more on the matter, Alexander finds his voice.
"Your just going to kill us once we open that door, you bitch." He spits out, holding Aaron's hand. "What do you even want?!"
"Kill you? That's not even on my list of things to do. Scouts honor, I don't want to harm anyone in the room." George looks at them all, and sighs.
"We have to make a desicion." Angelica whispers, and James nods, swallowing roughly. "We either listen to our colleagues die, or we open the door and save them."
"I don't want anyone else to die, George." Thomas says, glancing at the door. "Those people out there are good people."
"We can't just go out there though." Alexander says, trying to persuade them all to NOT be stupid. "I get it, we need to save everyone, but can we all have a little self preservation for once? Isn't there a button- can't you call secret service??"
"Alex is right. Self preservation comes first most often in times like this- don't even look at him like that Peggy, you know I'm right."
"Tick tock!" Says the voice at the door, and they all wince. George stares at the pictures on his desk before making his own desicion as everyone panicked. He takes his dog tags out of the frame they were in and shoved them deep into his pocket, hoping he won't loose them.
He pulled two pictures out of their frames, smiling sadly at them. The first picture was of Martha and him, with their two kids and four grandkids. Lafayette and Alexander were in the picture as well, both in the middle of George and Martha, smiling. Martha had called it a family picture, and proceeded to frame it. Maria had told George that Alexander had one of the pictures framed up in their house. It was the only family picture he still had after his mother had died years ago. His siblings had left him in the dust after that, not wanting to associate with him once he made it to the military.
The second was of George, his mother and his father. George didn't really remember his father much, only that the man was as stern as he could be and died before George had finished elementary. It was a picture he kept with him always, it was the only picture he had with his father, even if he was only seven in the picture.
He was caught mid giggle after saying something he shouldn't have been saying, two teeth missing as a result of a bike accident earlier that week. He was wearing a little suit that was a hand me down from one of his older brothers, with a long tie that was his father's. His mother was caught mid laugh, while his father was looking twords George with a bright smile on his face, his warm brown eyes seemingly watching the boy; and even now, George felt his father watching him, guiding him.
He folded the pictures carefully, placing them in his pocket with his dog tags, again praying to God he wouldn't loose them. Both pictures was of the only family he had in the world now, he'd fight through hell and high water to keep them safe. He sent a quick 'I love you, Martha.' through his brain before standing up, everyone going silent.
"Open the doors." George says. "Our job is it protect everyone. My job is to protect everyone. If I have to get hurt, then so be it." Alex tries to reason with him- the poor boy looks like he's about to cry- and George just crosses the desk in two quick strides and pulls the boy into a hug.
He feels Lafayette slowly approach from his right and pulls his adoptive son into the mix, hugging them both. If he really was going to get hurt or taken away, he hoped they would be just fine. If he really was going to be kidnapped, just to be used as a peice in the war he was sure about to happen, then he hoped, at least, that his two adopted (okay, technically one), sons would live their lives to the fullest.
"Dad... Please. I'm sorry, I-i just-..." Alexander whispers, and George sadly smiles at him.
"I love you both. Don't forget that." He whispers, his voice low enough for them both to hear. "If I die, don't you cry. Just look at the sky and say goodbye." He softly sings out, letting them go.
George takes a deep breath, and walks twords the door, unlocking it, and pulling it open. Immediately he feels himself get tackled down, and Alexander yells something out. He feels something prick his neck, and through the small tears that had accumulated in his eyes and the blackness that was taking over his vision, he managed to find his hand and place it on his pocket, humming the lyrics again before his head lolls, and he passes out.