2011
A seedy and disreputable bar
New York City

The wall exploded. Laurens teleported out of danger and Burr was safely hidden behind the bar (where he'd been lurking for the past twenty minutes), but Lafayette was blown onto the ground. He struggled to his feet, only to be immediately knocked down again with a swing of Thomas Gage's oversized shotgun. George Germain followed through the hole Gage had blasted and strode towards Laurens.

"Don't think about him!" shouted Burr, briefly popping up from cover.
"Easier said than done" replied Laurens, punctuating each word with a blast from one of Lafayette's latest projects. He was hitting Germain, but seemingly to little effect. The British Lord advanced relentlessly. Laurens seemed to be keeping him at a distance through judicious use of his teleportation power, but Germain suddenly blinked behind him and sent him sprawling. Now it was down to me, Burr, and-

"Hercules Mulligan!" he yelled, leaping from the shadows and tackling Germain.
As they grappled on the floor, Burr slapped his forehead and muttered darkly about how nice it would be to have a team could actually stick to a plan.
Mulligan looked like he'd been beaten, but then he suddenly sprang back up, threw Germain into a wall and turned to engage Gage. Unfortunately, this was the moment Lord North entered.

The temperature began to drop rapidly. Mulligan and Gage's brawl slowed to a standstill. Within seconds, frost began to form on the walls. If North was going to be in a fight, his allies would usually come prepared with some nice warm clothing. They'd not done so, so apparently they weren't expecting him either.

Lord Germain tried to appear simultaneously suave and intimidating, but he couldn't really pull it off. He just seemed pretentious and thuggish. Lord North, on the other hand, exuded menace effortlessly. When he began to speak,
allies and enemies alike fell silent out of respect. Or possibly the early stages of hypothermia. Either way, I could hear his quiet voice from my position across the street.

"Hercules Mulligan. John Laurens. Gilbert. And I assume Aaron Burr is lurking somewhere. You have greatly displeased the King. If you surrender now, I will kill you. Otherwise I will be forced to take you prisoner. Please choose quickly; I am a busy man."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Then North turned his head very slightly,
Gage leant back against the wall, and I pulled the trigger.

The laserish projectile from my gun hit the bar window and split into two. One part hit North clean in the face, launching him into a wall. A sheet of ice broke off above him and landed on his head. The effect of his power rapidly started to disappear. Simultaneously, the other part of the laser hit Germain,
who fell onto a barstool, which slid into a wall, causing some ice to drop from the ceiling and land on Gage. With all three of our enemies out of action, Burr finally got up and went to tag them with his power. He was just about to do North (who'd just woken up) when I walked in. The Prime Minister stared at me in bemusement.

"Who- who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Alexander Hamilton."