Alright so I am trying to get this up before the episode tonight. I hope that you guys are enjoying this as much as I am enjoying writing it.
Miles decided that being on the offensive was the best bet to weed out who the traitor was. He was going to make sure this guy was not going to bring an end to his niece.
"Miles, we need to talk," Monroe startled Miles out of his thoughts of traitor carnage.
"Not now Bass, I have to work this out and find out is trying to kill my niece," Miles really didn't have to deal with Monroe.
"Well, I have more news on that front. Ms. Adams gave up her accomplice because she feared what we would do to her," Monroe guided Miles to his study.
"So what did the old battle ax say?"
"Adams."
"I know what did she say?"
"That Adams, her brother, is the one that put her up to all of this."
"Let's kill them both and be done with it."
"We can't."
"Why not Bass? I thought you would be the first one to suggest it."
"She killed herself with a hidden cyanide capsule."
"Isn't that just convenient of her?"
"Well do you feel like a good old fashioned interrogation?"
"After you."
Both men left for the quarters where the privates were housed. It was a long and solemn walk for both. They knew that there was going to be blood spilled tonight and hopefully answers would flow with it.
Private Adams stood on the roof of the fortress and released a pigeon into the air. Attached to its neck was a message for Neville. He knew that Miles and Monroe were going to find out soon enough but this message was most likely going to be his last. He made Neville aware of that, and to the fact that his sister had been captured. He decided that now was the time to tell Neville about Charlie's pregnancy and that Monroe was now king of over half the country. He watched as the pigeon became only a speck in the distant sky. It was time to go and face the music.
Jason had seen a pigeon flying away. He knew that they didn't have pigeons in this area due to the hawks. He remembered at one point in the rebellion against the first Militia he and some of the others had used pigeons to relay messages to other camps. He decided that visiting the roof needed to be in his future. He started down the halls trying to remember where the roof access was. He heard footsteps and turned a corner right into a private he had only met a few times.
"Sorry about that," Adams held out his hand.
"Oh, I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing," Jason looked down at the private's hand when he noticed something.
"Well, I have to get back to my post," Adams quickly moved to the side.
"Same here," Jason was right.
"Hey Adams, when did you get your brand?" Jason turned so that Adams couldn't walk away.
"Oh right before the Republic fell," Adams said rubbing his left wrist.
"Funny thing that I noticed, your brand is on the wrong arm," Jason eyed his hands to make sure that Adams wasn't going for a weapon.
"What do you mean?" Adams began looking around to find a way out.
"Well true members of the Militia are branded on the right wrist while swearing in," Jason pulled his sword.
"Listen, the guy doing the branding that day was drunk…I…." Adams began trying to find a way out.
"Liar! You're the traitor who is going after the queen aren't you?" Jason began to see red.
"I'm a Patriot! That bastard child will never see the light of day! Don't worry, the kingdom will fall and your dad will triumph!" Adams said as he stabbed himself in the stomach.
Jason didn't attempt to help, he watched as the life and blood drained out of Adams. Jason spat on the corpse and turned to walk away, bumping into Miles and Monroe instead.
"Look, Jason found the traitor and just like a coward, Adams took the easy way out," Monroe nodded at Jason.
"Go and stay close to Charlie, I don't know how many more are around," Miles didn't move his eyes from the body.
"Well, let's send Tom a message that I know that he is up to something," Monroe watched as Jason walked away.
"Who do you want to play messenger?"
"This guy. We'll pin a note to him saying 'Nice try.' Then we'll have some soldiers drop the body at the nearest Patriot post in the middle of the night," Monroe's eyes were hallow.
He didn't know how many would come but he knew that this was war and that he had only an army of two thousand men. It was going to have to do against Tom and the Patriots. Monroe decided that here and now it was going to be all out war without the rules of war to govern it.
Sorry that I didn't get this out before last night's episode. Thoughts on the episode? Thought's on the story.