This is Prompt No 63-Broadway

Once everyone was ready to go, Jason led the way out of the base. Mitchie was sorry to leave the general, but he had waved them off, telling them to "go have fun and enjoy yourselves." Soon, with her arm linked with Shane's, she was laughing away with the others in the group as they made their way toward to exit.

"There are two exits," Caitlyn explained. "One is at the border of Virginia, where we found you, and the other comes up a few miles from Washington. That's where we're headed."

Jason led them down another tunnel, and Mitchie found this one to be laid out with tracks on the ground. The tunnel was larger than all the others, and instead of people, it was filled with horses and buggies, one team per track. "This is how we cover such a long distance," Shane explained in Mitchie's ear as she looked around, amazed at the system they had engineered.

As she looked over the strong, muscular horses, Mitchie turned to Shane and said, "I thought the soldiers took all the horses for the war. How did you get these?"

Shane smiled mysteriously. "Shh," he teased. "Don't tell the Confederates."

Mitchie and Caitlyn laughed and Nate turned and spoke to Mitchie. "The horses are smuggled down here for this purpose," he said, motioning to the tracks and the buggies. "The organization would fail if we didn't have a quick way to get to the president."

Mitchie glanced around again and shook her head. "This place is amazing," she said again.

Jason motioned to the group from one of the larger buggies. "Come on!" he called good-naturedly. "We still have a bit of a drive ahead of us!"

Shane led Mitchie over and helped her into the buggy, and then Nate boosted Caitlyn up before the two young men climbed in as well. Jason hopped into the front seat next to the driver and then they were off, the buggy lurching forward at a fast pace as the tracks aided the horse's speed. "This is amazing!" Mitchie said once again, unable to stop herself from saying the same thing over and over as she leaned close to Shane.

"I know," he replied. Seeing her leaning forward eagerly, Shane smiled and gave her a slight push backwards. "It's a bit of a drive. Make yourself comfortable."

Mitchie motioned to the crook in his arm. "May I?" she asked shyly.

He smiled brightly. "Absolutely!"

Mitchie snuggled into Shane's embrace and gave a small sigh. She let herself relax as the miles ticked by, the tracks aiding the speed in a way Mitchie had never seen before. "Who designed these?" she asked Shane.

"We have a scientist at the base," Shane explained. "Actually, he's my uncle. His name's Brown and he came up with the idea. The horse literally feels weightless, so it can run much faster and further."

"Your uncle's brilliant," Mitchie remarked, and Shane just nodded, ending their conversation for a while.

In a couple of hours, Shane nudged Mitchie gently and said, "We're almost there."

She sat up and stretched, feeling stiff for a few moments. Up ahead, she could see the end of the track and a staircase. "Where does it lead?" she asked Caitlyn, who had started to stretch beside her.

"It leads up to one of the old prop houses of the theater," Caitlyn told her. "No one ever goes in there, so it was the perfect place to tunnel to. Plus, we know the owner."

The driver slowed the buggy and stepped down to open the side door so that Shane and Nate could step out and assist their ladies. The group thanked him and then mounted the stairs, Shane letting Nate and Caitlyn go first. In a bold move, he reached for Mitchie's hand, hoping that she wouldn't pull away. She didn't. Instead, she curled her fingers around his hand, letting a smile ghost over her lips.

When Mitchie stepped up into the prop house through the barely-perceptible trap door, she couldn't help but blink. The light was dim in the room, obscuring most of the objects. Nate reached out and lifted her up, saying, "Don't worry. Your eyes will adjust."

"I'll trust you," Mitchie responded with a grin, feeling the darkness beginning to wear off already as more and more shapes became perceptible.

Once Shane had come up the stairs as well, Jason followed and the group exited the prop room, finding themselves in a deserted hallway. "Come on," Jason said, motioning for them all to follow him. "The play'll begin soon."

Mitchie and the others followed him soundlessly as they exited the theater through the stage door and made their way around to the front where the line was to get inside. Mitchie glance around, taking in the wide street and the many shops that crowded around the theater. "What is this place called?" she asked Jason, who was standing close to her.

Jason shook his head. "No one's ever come up with a name for this old place," he said.

"They should call it Broadway," Mitchie remarked.

"Why's that?" he asked curiously.

Mitchie motioned to the width of the street. "It's very wide," she explained, and then shrugged. "Broadway just seems to fit."

"Broadway," Jason repeated, rolling the name around on his tongue. "Yes, it does sound quite good," he admitted. He smiled and touched her shoulder lightly. "Who knows? Maybe one day it'll be named Broadway."

They smiled and turned away as the line began to move into the theater. Shane once again took Mitchie's hand and led her to her seat even as the play began. For the next two hours, the group of young spies sat just as enraptured as the other, regular people of Washington, completely removed from the horrors of war. But unlike the other people, the young spies knew that there were more horrors to come.

A/N: Uh oh! Trouble's coming! Please review and tell me what you think! :D Also, I realize that Broadway is actually in New York, but since Broadway had not been created yet, I thought I might give a possible background to the name! ;)