Well, I had planned to have this up by Veterans Day, but I guess that has come and gone, huh? Well, this chapter features a flashback that includes appearances by both Connor Macleod and George Washington.

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Well, to say that our attempted attack on Montreal, my 'big plan', was a failure, would be like saying that Napoleon was short. Put simply, it was an absolute disaster. Ok, here's how it happened.

We began our march towards Montreal on September 23rd, 1813, and arrived on the east side of it about two weeks later, on October the 9th, 1813.

"Ok, here's what we're gonna do," I said, whispering, as we crouched down in the foliage about 300 hundred yards from the city walls, "Listen, I'll climb over the walls by those trees over there, see," pointing to some big, tall, oak trees, hanging over the city wall. "Once I'm inside the city, I'll try to take out as many of the guards as I can; hopefully, I'll be able to do so quietly. If so, I'll then climb back up and give the signal for everyone else to start coming in. Either way, David Christian, (who was my second in command,), as soon as you hear gun shots, give the signal to our men on the other side to attack.

So, we all got into positions. I put together a disguise which made me look like a hermit, woodsman. Next, after summoning up all my courage, I made my way to the tall stand of oaktrees.

I easily climbed up one of them, carefully sneaking down one of the larger, higher limbs and slipping quietly down into the city.

I honestly still don't even know what the heck I had in mind with this 'plan' of mine, or lack thereof, or why I decided to talk the general into going through with it. I looked over and noticed several redcoats standing over by the gate near where I had come in; there were about 10 of them. One of them was standing over near a small stack of crates, I crept over to him and quietly snapped his neck before dragging him into the shadows. That was one; nine more to go. The next thing I did was to grab the attention of the next two men by throwing a rock over across the street from them. When they walked over to it, I came in from behind and quickly knocked them both out. That was it, though, the rest of them were now alerted to my presence.

As they began chasing me, I took out my pistol and shot one of them behind me while I ran. I quickly made my way into an alley.

As I shot down another one of them, I noticed that others had come to assist in the pursuit. I soon made my way up to the rooftops; they weren't able to follow, so they merely fired off at me with their bayonets.

"Ah, come on now! Can't you shoot better than that? I guess the King's letting anyone into the royal army, now! I danced over the rooftops, easily dodging any shots they tried to fire at me. Eventually though, a couple of them got bold enough to try and follow me up to the rooftops.

"Haha! Catch me if you can, you English Tarts!" With that, I took off, across the roofs. By now, our men had started entering the city and fighting their way further in. I lept down onto the streets to join my men. My pursuers on the roof were, of course, unable to follow me. As I rejoined my men, I caught my commanding officer, David Christian.

"Did you signal the others?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good work! Now, listen, if you see any civilians, give them One chance to surrender and flee the city, otherwise, start torching the place!"

"Yes sir!"

With that, I joined the ranks, and after picking off the ones who were up on the roof, I started returning fire to the British. All around, houses were starting on fire, and we could hear our friends from the other side of the city approaching. So far, everything was going according to plan. However, just when it was starting to look like we might win, reinforcements arrived, for them.

There were about a thousand dozen of them, and one of them, I was soon to learn, was an all too familiar Immortal. They came in from the North, so the only place we had left to go was South. I led my men out of the city, though many of them had already fallen. Even once we escaped from the city, they continued pursuing us.

"Keep going, I'm gonna try to slow them down!" I shouted at my commanding second officer.

"But what are you gonna..?"

"Just KEEP GOING!!"

With that, he turned and kept going. I then climbed up a nearby tree. From there, I began picking off redcoats with my rifle. This went on for quite some time, and I was having quite a bit of success, until I looked down and saw General Hatchins standing very near to the tree I was in. He was making a stand and holding back the enemy to offer our men more time to escape. But then, I looked over and I saw one of the redcoats riding strait towards him, threatening to take his head off with his sword. Now it was my turn to get the drop on him… LITERALLY! I climbed out on one of the branches as far as I trusted it to hold me. Then, grabbing it with both hands, I used it to swing myself out and towards him. I came down right on top of my target. I knocked him off his horse, and we both went hurtling down into a small ravine.

After we had both regained ourselves, we both stood up, staring each other square in the eye. The younger British immortal grinned bitterly.

"Remember me from last night? You STILL don't recognize me, do you?"

I made a cringing face. "No, and believe me pal, I think I would remember a face like yours."

"Let me refresh your memory then: The Delaware River, December 1776…."

I remembered that day very well…

We had been chased from Long Island to Manhattan to New Jersey and then all the way to Pennsylvania where we waited until Christmas Eve. My old friend, Connor Macleod was there, too. It had been amusing when we had first seen each other in the army. .

"Well, Well, Well," came the familiar raspy voice of the Highlander, "if it isn't the careless thief I met back in the Caribbean. And I half hoped that Captain Sparrow would catch up to you and take your head after all, heheheh."

"No such luck, Captain Macleod," I replied with a grin.

"Actually, it's just Connor. And what name might you be going by now? Is it still Buck-Eyed Jones?"

"Actually…" I said with a long pause, "It's Jack now, Jack Stiles."

To which he let out another chuckle. "Jack, eh?"

"Don't even!" I snapped

With that, he turned away with a grin, saying to himself simply, "How ironic."

On Christmas Eve, General Washington called us to a meeting. Apparently, he planned on attacking.

Ah, General Washington, he wasn't an Immortal, but much like Hercules and Xena, he was about the damned closest thing a mere mortal could get to one. At 6 feet, two inches, he stood high above other men of the day. He had a commanding presence about him that told all those around him that he was a take charge kind of leader, and he meant business.

"Gentlemen, we are in a bad spot. The British have had us on the run for weeks now. We've lost several of our men, and most of our supplies. And the weather has been anything but merciful this year. This may be one of the coldest, harshest Christmases I have seen in many years. And that is why we must act NoW!! The British are probably over there right now, celebrating the King's victory over us. As this is Christmas, I let us be reminded of He who came to set us free, and be inspired by that freedom, to win our own freedom from the British as well. They think we are all but crushed. To them, we are but a small nuisance, soon to be snuffed out by the Royal Army. This is our chance to fight back, and prove to them once again, that we will no longer be toyed with. (Merry Christmas, King George!)"

So, we began slowly making our way across the Delaware. Unfortunately, the weather was mercilessly harsh, with strong winds and sleet. To make matters even worse, large chunks of ice clustered the river, making crossing even harder. It had taken us until long into the night to get all the men across to the other side, and by then, the weather had become even worse; winds swept across the water, while the sleet had been joined by snow, hale, and hard pouring rain. I was right there in the same boat with General Washington himself. We had made it all the way through the treacherous waters and were almost to the other side. That's when I felt it; there was surely another Immortal nearby. I knew it couldn't be Connor, for his group hadn't even begun crossing yet. I almost thought I caught a glimpse of a man over on the banks, and then I did it. I still believe it was more by instinct or even luck than me knowing what to do. In a brief instant, I leapt out in front of the General, just as a bullet came whizzing in. It hit me square in the chest, right next to my heart. I fell into the icy waters with a splash. The water felt like a million hot, poisonous nails stabbing in me all at once. Fortunately though, the bullet helped me to die much faster. By the time I came to, I had been washed way down stream, and I could hear the battle going as I approached Trenton.

" So it was YOUR bullet that almost killed our first president! Ya know, when I got to Trenton the next day, I arrived just in time to see the victorious army taking their prisoners with them. I had missed the whole bloody battle! But you know what Washington said? 'That's ok, son, because thanks to you, that bullet missed me!' That was the main reason they promoted me to a secret agent for the Revolution. So, I guess I should Thank you, Jack Ass!!"

A large, arrogant grin then stretched across his slim, wizzelly face as he drew his English Rapier. "Good, now that we're finished with formalities,I can chop off your arrogant head, Cur!"

With that, we began going at it. I have to admit, I underestimated him. He started by lunging at me, which I easily dodged, but then, as I came down on his sword with mine, he quickly swiped mine aside. I jumped back to regain myself and we continued on. I had cut him across the chest and was about to disarm him to go in for the kill, when a bullet came flying in and knocked him flat on his ass.

"Hey, can't you see I had him!" I yelled at one of our men who had shot him.

By the time I had climbed back out of the ravine and rejoined our men, we had nearly managed to lose the enemy forces from Montreal. I knew it wasn't going to be a fun talk with the captain that night.