Chapter 3- Suspicious:

Danny:
Holy history….holy everything…I'm shaking hands with George Washington.

"It's nice to meet you, sir," I said politely.

Moses had steered us on the carriage to a town nearby. It was very out in the country, and really wasn't a town. It was a campout for the soldiers. They said that they wanted a 'professional opinion' about my injury. Which is why I had to shot my side again (as the other injury was already healed). That hurt, but…doesn't raise suspicion.

"Likewise," Washington said with curtsey and a nod of the head.

Washington:

I admit, this was unlike anything I expected. When Franklin had contacted me, informing me that a young man's injury needed my opinion. I wasn't expecting a boy. Not a young man, but a boy the age of sixteen, the same age as Franklin's reporters. He was very strange. He had the bluest eyes I've seen in all my years and his hair that poked from under his hat where the most richest form of ebony locks that I've seen as well. His stance was abnormal too. He had a stance that reminded me of a trained soldier, like those of the British, yet he hid it well. Daniel also had an accent that I couldn't quite place.

The young man, Franklin said in the letter, had been injured by 'enemy fire,' I wasn't expecting this. Franklin had said that the young man had said that it wasn't from a gun. However, what else could cause this serious injury. It was like a fire burn, when I inspected it, yet it was also different. This boy's body had seen many battles. The scars lined his skin on every inch, scars that I couldn't place where he might have gotten them. Even the soldiers, as we had to do this in the open as the tents were occupied by the more ill, were a bit shocked still that one so young had survived so much.

I sighed and turned to Franklin and Moses. I wasn't worried of eavesdroppers, as we were in my private general tent. The young ones were gone and Daniel had been bandaged.

"I cannot say where he could have gotten such an injury. I apologize."

"Nothing to apologize for. It's rather odd though, don't you think?"
"If what he said was the truth that it was enemy fire, then his enemies are ones that I would not like to make my own."

Franklin nodded in agreement with me. To think that one so young could have enemies that were powerful was a foreign thought to anyone.

Danny:

I was outside the tent where Washington and Franklin went in. Sarah, James, and Lafayette were eavesdropping. I was too far away to actually eavesdrop, but due to ghost hearing, I could hear every word. I didn't know I appeared so odd to them. Geesh. Eventually, I could hear them talking about a visitor. Weird.

Sarah came walking up to me. She was kind of nice. James followed behind her. I saw that Lafayette had gone to bother the soldiers.

"Daniel," Sarah said as I avoided looking in her eyes, "How did you get that injury?"
"I already said enemy fire."

"Ah, but what enemy?"
I turned and saw that Washington and Franklin had also joined us. They nodded a hello to James and Sarah, both whom nodded a hello back. I had to think now. I couldn't say 'ghosts.' But…

James:

Daniel seemed a bit hesitant on saying what enemy. I found that a bit suspicious.

"My enemies are the ones who hurt the innocent."

Okay, I was a bit taken back. Washington seemed a bit pleased, and Sarah was looking at Daniel with a look that I couldn't quite place. Franklin seemed a bit almost proud. Lafayette, who I knew was eavesdropping on us while he bothered soldiers, seemed to look at Daniel with almost 'hero praise.'

In some way, this guy seemed almost nice. 'Enemies are the ones who hurt the innocent,' could mean almost anything. As long as he's against the redcoats, he's okay in my books.

Washington:

An admiral thing for such a young boy to say. As long as he fights for the side of the good, he's alright.

Danny:

It's not lie, per say. I do have the 'obsession' of protection, so I do protect the innocent. I hurt those who deserve hurting.

"Perhaps," Washington said, "It is best if we prepare for our visitor?"

Franklin nodded. Moses already left to protect the paper, so he wouldn't be able to help. Washington and Franklin left. I turned to Sarah.
"I wasn't aware that a soldier camp had visitors?"

"They're looking for someone with enough money to help the soldiers. This visitor has enough money and might fund them if they like what they see. Therefore, they are visiting the camp."
I nodded, that made sense.

"Who is the visitor?"

"They didn't say."

Later:

I watched as everyone was in a fuss over this visitor. I was a bit curious myself. The carriage came into the camp and a guy stepped out. He was a bit younger than I thought he would be. He had brown hair and dark eyes. He wore nicer clothing and a smirk. I have a bad feeling about this guy…he seems too much like….VLAD!?

A second guy stepped out of the carriage at the same time my ghost sense went off. I recognized him, the fruitloop. Well, at least this made finding him a bit easier. Sarah and James seemed intrigued. Washington and Franklin came and greeted them, I learned the other one was Author Colton. Washington led them on a small tour of the camp. Vlad kept his eyes on me the whole time. Even when Washington showed them the weapons, Vlad kept his eyes on me.

There are no words that can describe how happy I was when Vlad left. However, this meant that I would have to find him again. He was smirking at me, like he did something and knew he couldn't lose. That fruitloop. As soon as they were gone, I went to Washington.
"Sir," I said politely, "Is it alright if I explore the camps and surrounding area?"

Sneak peak:

The Indians looked up and saw a strange sight.

"I am a spirit. Phantom."