Targeted By Friday afternoon, Colonel Rogers had yet to have a chance to speak with General McLeen. It was to no surprise that she would be busy. After all, her troops had come and they needed to be trained for more battle. Even though she assigned one of the colonel's to train them, she was still quite busy. Everyday brought new wagons from Saratoga filled with papers, muskets, and ammunition. McLeen was always surrounded by her officers and was either working with her troops or doing paperwork. She was quite good with the men. They didn't snigger at her or give her dirty looks at all. No, they stood straight as boards as she passed them and obeyed her every command. Though the atmosphere was different when they were resting, they still respected her. She'd go up and down the lines and speak words of encouragement and comfort to her soldiers and they'd smile and talk to her as if they had known her since she was young, actually she was pretty young. She had to be around twenty-two years of age and she didn't sport moles like some of the other women. On Fridays, though, you could find her in the courtyard practicing with the sword and pistol since it was her 'day off'. She was excellent at the sword but not very good with the pistol. She always missed the target by a couple of inches; and saying a 'couple of inches' was just being nice. That is how Major Tavington found her, practicing with the pistol. He winced as she hit a statue a couple of feet away from her target. The head of it blew off. "Nice hit, general." He said. She swung around and smiled. "I am so horridly bad with a pistol, but good with the sword. Does that mean anything?" she said, coming towards him. "Just that you need more practice and a teacher." "Oh, and you think you can teach me? I thought you disapproved of a woman being an officer. Or was that Rogers?" she strokes her chin and quickly reloads her pistol and fires at something random. The bullet hits another statue right in the center. "I can only shoot well if I am distracted, but that annoys the piss out of me." Tavington is astounded at the surprise of a lady using such vulgar slang. She raises an eyebrow and laughs. It is a sweet sound. "What, never heard a lady use such language?" she laughs again and reloads. "Here allow me to teach you." He says and asks her what the target is. She points at an unbroken statue. He positions her in front of him and steadies her now trembling arm that has the gun in it. "Now, you want to keep both eyes open so you can see around you as well as in front of you. You never know if someone will come up at you from the side." He pulls back the flintlock and aims the gun for the center of the statue. He then looks at McLeen and says, "Ready?" She nods and he makes her pull the trigger. They both stumble back a little bit and wait for the dust to clear so they could see where she hit. "Holy shit and Mother of God! I hit the center!" she cries out and runs to the statue. "Now let's see if you can do it by yourself. Remember, both eyes are open." "Alright." She says backing up to where he is. She reloads, pulls back the flintlock and aims. For the second time she hits it dead center, but a little to the right. No matter, if it was a human he would have been dead. "Blimey," says a voice behind them. Both swing around and see an officer staring at the statue in shock. "General, you actually hit the mark!" The man has an Irish accent. He has graying brown hair and dark brown eyes. "Yes, Lieutenant, I sure did. Of course with the help of Major Tavington here." She says happily. To Tavington she says, "This is my second in command, Lieutenant Jimmy McCaffrey. We just call him Lieutenant Jimmy though unless at a formal event." They shake hands and give each other their greetings. "Well, I have to get back to work. I just came by to tell General McLeen that a Colonel Rogers wishes to speak with you." Jimmy says. "Good day, Major Tavington, General McLeen." He says and walks off. "What is it with that man? I don't see anything so great about my tactics. They just come up in my mind whenever we go to battle. Well, I better go on then. Thank you for the help and lesson, major." "When will I see you again?" he asks. "Hmm. Probably sometime really soon. After all there is that damned ball I am expected to go to. Have a wonderful day, major." And with that she left the courtyard and headed to the Colonel's office inside the great mansion.