So excited about these next two chapters but I keep trying to write in first personnnn. Thanks to the person who corrected me.

Alexander wasn't angry with Laurens, per se, just extremely frustrated. He couldn't refuse to go on this mission, unfortunately. So, he went to bed early, but didn't get much sleep.

Laurens woke Alex up at one in the morning. Alexander glared at him.

"You're still angry with me," Laurens observed.

"Frustrated," Alexander corrected.

"Okay." Laurens sat on the edge of the bed, chewing his lip. "You know I didn't mean to stress you out, right?"

"Yes," Alexander sighed. "But that doesn't mean I'm not."

"I know. But I know you can handle it."

"Damn right I can."

Laurens smiled slightly, but the smile quickly fell. "We have to get going."

"Right." He got out of bed and pulled his hair up into a tight ponytail.

"I hope you won't be mad at me for too long."

Alexander didn't look at Laurens. "I have to get ready."

"Yeah. Okay." Laurens hesitated, but eventually stood and left. Alexander got dressed, then left his room, finding Laurens waiting in the hall. "Are you excited?" Laurens asked. Alexander glared at him again. "No? Okay, then."

They walked to the prep hall in silence and gathered their supplies the same way. Role call went smoothly. Laurens and Lee made small speeches. Alexander did not. He sat across from Laurens in the truck, but did not talk to him. Instead, Alex spoke to Mulligan loud enough for Laurens to hear.

"It should have been you," Hamilton said to Mulligan, voice flooded with passive aggressiveness. "You've been here for years. You're so good at fighting and stuff." Alexander grinned proudly when Laurens turned his head down.

Alexander finally talked to Laurens when the truck stopped. "So, if there's a spy," Alex whispered, "wouldn't the Thirds know that we're coming again?"

"Doesn't matter," Laurens responded. "We can still win. The British knew that the Colonies were fighting with less people, but America still won."

"The British surrendered because the war was wasting their time and money."

"Whatever, Schoolboy." Laurens tried to hide a smile.

Lee split his squadron into groups of two, three or four, and Laurens had to do the same for Squadron Black, because "I still don't know who works the best together, unlike literally everyone else." Laurens just ignored the statement and led Alex, Lafayette, and Mulligan to the side of the building.

They snuck in through a window. Alexander and Laurens were fairly small, and Lafayette could practically become a contortionist, so they made it through easily. On the other hand, Mulligan was bigger, so they rest of them had to wait for him to crawl through the window. They all tiptoed down the dark hallway, avoiding Thirds the whole way. When they came to a split in the path, Laurens told Mulligan and Lafayette to go the other direction.

Once he and Laurens were alone, Alexander said, "You know, if you had chosen someone else, you probably wouldn't even need to be here. They could lead the squadron on their own."

Laurens sighed. "You really need to get over that," he whispered, peering around a corner.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Fine. What are we even supposed to do here?"

"Take the place down. Or at least find some information or someone who can give us information."

"Okay."

They stopped at the first door they came across and Laurens kicked the door open. It was a storage closet.

"Incredible," Alexander gasped. "You brave man."

"Shut up." Laurens looked around the small room. "Maybe there's something in here."

Alexander pulled half of a rifle out of a cardboard box. "I doubt it." He looked up, seeing Laurens in a red jacket. "What are you doing?"

"It doesn't fit." Laurens took the jacket off and grabbed a stack of papers. "These have to be important, right?"

Alex stood behind Laurens, peeking over his shoulder at the papers. "Just payments. Lots of payments."

"Guns, ammo, clothes, food." Laurens flipped through the pages. "Wait, look. A shit ton of explosives. They spent more money on that than food last month."

"What are they using it for?"

"I don't..." Laurens flipped to the next page. "What the...it's an interview transcript. King himself and...the other name's redacted."

"What's it say?"

"'Why do you want to help us?'" Laurens read. "'The Union is a failure waiting to happen. They took me away from my entire life, and I want revenge.' 'How do you plan on doing that?' 'By joining you.'"

"It's the spy," Alexander pointed out.

"We need to bring this with us." Laurens folded the papers and shoved them in his pocket.

"Looks like it's good you beat up that door."

"Shut up, Hamilton." They smiled at each other. "We have to move on. Let's go." They snuck back out to the hall. Alex's earpiece crackled and someone spoke to him.

"Um...Captain...?"

Laurens nudged Alexander. "They're talking to you."

"Oh." Alexander listened closely. "What...What is it?"

"We found this room..." The person said. "You should come check it out."

"What's in there?"

"Just...get over here."

"Why don't you just tell me-"

"We're in the South hall." The voice cut out.

"Jesus Christ. Thanks for nothing, dumbass."

"You just need to assert yourself as their captain," Laurens said. "They don't know your bad side."

"Maybe you should have made someone else the captain, then. Someone who they already know the bad side of."

Laurens sighed. "You're just as bipolar as me sometimes, you know."

"I'm allowed to be mad about your dumb decisions."

"Listen, now isn't the time to talk about this."

"Well, you never let me any other time."

"Hamilton, seriously."

"Laurens, you can't just assume that all your ideas are good ones."

"Neither can you."

"My ideas are perfectly fine."

"Really?"

"Sure. It's the people getting in the way that are the problem."

"Oh, I'm just in the way, now?" Laurens stopped walking, facing Alexander with hurt in his eyes. Alexander stammered.

"No, not necessarily. I just...I'm just frustrated."

"Yeah, with me."

"Laurens-"

"Hamilton, shut up."

"Don't tell me to-"

Alexander heard a sickening thud, then Laurens collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.

"Laurens?" Alex gasped. He knelt down and shook Laurens' shoulders. His stomach swirled in panic. "Shit, no, no, no, fuck." Only then did Alexander realize that something had knocked Laurens unconscious. Alexander shot up, looking around, getting in a fighting stance over Laurens' body. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around. "You? Really?"

"Howdy," Jefferson smirked as he turned the corner. "Y'all are dumb."

"Did you get more Southern?"

"I need you to go to sleep with your boyfriend here."

"Fight me and we'll see who goes to sleep."

Jefferson giggled like he was insane. "You and your boyfriend are very easily distracted, aren't you?"

Alexander didn't have time to react. Someone grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth and nose with a cloth. Alex had already gasped before he could process the idea of chloroform. Jefferson grinned at Alexander as his vision grew blurry, his struggling becoming weaker. No, no, no, shit, shit, shit, hold your breath, hold your breath, don't do this, don't be a failure again, don't fail him again, don't, don't...don't...don't...

Alexander sputtered and coughed, trying to shake the water off of his face. He tried to wipe his eyes clear, but he couldn't move his hands from behind him. He finally opened his eyes, looking around the room. He was tied to a chair by his ankles and wrists. There was another chair next to him, and in it was Laurens, still unconscious. Across the room was a Third who was carrying a bucket of water. He poured it on Laurens' head. The boy started awake and went through the same process as Alexander.

The Third left the room, and Laurens turned to Alexander as much as he could. "Hamilton? What happened? Why..."

"I'm sorry," Alex whispered. "I fucked up the mission again. I shouldn't have...God, I'm so sorry."

"It...it'll be okay. We'll get out of this."

"How?"

"We can call for backup?"

Alexander shifted in his chair, feeling if he had any weapons still on him. "Laurens, we don't have anything."

Laurens sighed quietly. "Shit..."

The door opened. Jefferson walked in. "Hello, Dears," he drawled. "Glad you could join us."

"Are you just assigned to me?" Laurens asked with a scowl.

"You interest me in a way," Jefferson shrugged. "Now, I'm sure you know why you're here."

"You want information, probably."

"Correct. Good job." Jefferson clapped a few times.

"We aren't going to talk. Doesn't matter what you do."

"Oh, I won't be doing anything to you. I have enlisted a friend of mine to interrogate you. I have a feeling you'll really like him." Jefferson gave Alexander a pointed look. "Oh, Maddie!" Jefferson's friend walked in, the bartender.

"I'm not interested," Alexander said.

"Oh, Madison isn't your interviewer." Jefferson smirked. Madison was leading someone else into the room. He was an older man with dark, slick hair and a scraggly beard. He had dark eyes that narrowed upon seeing Alexander, who sucked in a breath when he saw the man.

"Dad?"