Gabriel laid still in his cot in the doctor's tent back in the American camp, whilst the camp's doctor tended to his slowly healing wounds he had received from two days ago while he, Annie and the rest of the now deceased American squad were attacked by Natives. When Gabriel had arrived back in American territory he has been greeted and questioned by Colonel Harry Burwell himself about what had exactly happened. Gabriel explained everything, he told Burwell all the horrifying details of the attack and how when he woke up he realised his fellow soldiers were dead and that his younger sister Annie was missing. When Gabriel had fully come to after the attack and had been met with the terrifying reality that his sister was no longer with him. A large wave of grief and horror washed over him. That night after he had finished talking with Colonel Burwell and had been taken care of by a doctor, he was plagued by horrendous thoughts of what might have happened to his sister and where she was possibly taken. He thought perhaps she had been abducted by Indians and was now kept hostage in their camp, alone and scared. Or maybe Annie was dead... These thoughts brought tears to Gabriel's eyes and had haunted him for the entire night. And he scolded himself for not taking better care of her, after all she was under his protection and care. He imagined what their father would say to him? Benjamin had trusted Gabriel to take care of Annie while she would be away from home, and now Gabriel felt like he failed their father greatly.

Gabriel laid in silence, he didn't say a word to the doctor while he changed his bandages. In fact, Gabriel hadn't talked much, (except for his conversation with Burwell) since waking up from the attack. He was too busy lost in his thoughts and was in no mood to socialise with others. When Gabriel noticed a blue coat enter the tent from the corner of his eye, he nearly told the young man to go away and to leave him be. But instead he stayed quiet and just stared at the curious willowy man with long blonde hair, which had been loosely pulled back and tied. The man had felt a sense of awkwardness upon entering the tent, he felt his presence was not wanted by Gabriel and the young soldier wanted to turn back around and leave. But he had important information for Gabriel, information about his younger sister Annie.

"Is there something you want. Or have you just come here to stare, soldier?" Gabriel mumbled to himself, but he was still loud enough for the man to hear.

The young man swallowed and decided to take a few steps forward so he was only inches away from where Gabriel had been lying. He thought it was best not to waste anymore time and to just get right to the point and tell Gabriel about his sister before Gabriel would demand him to leave the doctor's tent.

"Sir. Gabriel. I can see that you are in a foul mood since you and the others had been ambushed by the Indians. I know you would rather be left alone during this difficult time, with being separated from your sister and your friends killed. But you see sir. I have some information about your sister, Anna?" The soldier finally said.

Gabriel perked up from the mentioning of his sister. The last thing he wanted now was the soldier to leave him be, he wanted his presence more than ever. Gabriel gently pushed the doctor's large hands that fumbled with his blood stained bandages, away from his torso where a large cut remaind. The doctor complied and back away, allowing Gabriel to sit himself up.

"Go on, please. Tell me what you know about my sister Annie. Please tell me you know where she is?" Gabriel encouraged the man. Gabriel could hardly contain his excitement and eagerness to learn of his sister's whereabouts.

"My name is Bartholomew. Corporal Bartholomew." Bartholomew stated, whilst pulling up a chair and sitting down by Gabriel bedside. Young Bartholomew let his elbows rest on his knees and leaned forward so he was eye level with Gabriel. "I was there when we retrieved your unconscious body. I was travelling with Lieutenant-General Frederick Ashfield and a fair sized squad that day, we were on our way to a specific location when we came across the deceased soldiers, yourself, Annie and… And the Dragoons, sir." A shiver ran through Bartholomew at the mentioning of the Dragoons, and he straightened up when he noticed Gabriel's eyes widen.

Gabriel placed his hands on either side of him and propped himself up higher, he let out a few low grunts, in pain from his wounds.

"What the Hell do you mean, the Dragoons?" Gabriel asked with a mix of utter confusion and anger spread across his face. Bartholomew sighed and plowed his right hand through his thick dirty blonde hair before answering Gabriel. He knew what he was about to tell Gabriel would make him upset, and he prepared himself for Gabriel's response.

"I thought it was odd, we all thought it was odd when we noticed her with Colonel Tavington. We wondered why a young women like herself would be accompanying the British Dragoons. But he said that she was his Fiance and we believed him-"

"What are you talking about Bartholomew. You aren't making any sense." Gabriel interrupted, annoyed. He could hardly understand what the Corporal was trying to tell him. Bartholomew let his elbows once again rest on the tops of his buckskin covered thighs.

"I'm sorry sir…" Bartholomew paused for a moment and thought of how he could make sense of what he was trying to say. "Colonel Burwell had a talk with Lieutenant-General Ashfield after he spoke with you about the incident. I heard the Colonel mention that you kept asking about your sister Annie. The Lieutenant told Burwell that he was not aware that you had a sister and that there was no woman by the name of Annie. The only woman there was the one who had been accompanied by Colonel Tavington and the rest of his men. Like I said, something didn't look right, we wondered why a young woman was in the presence of the Dragoons. So Ashfield questioned the Colonel with much suspicion, but his suspicion was put to rest when both Colonel Tavington and the girl explained that they were to be married, and that the young girl would be in Tavingtons personal care until their marriage… When we retrieved you and as we were leaving I noticed the young lady wore a certain expression on her face, a look of guilt, or shame perhaps. And it's strange, she looked at you like she knew you. I believe Annie was abducted by the Dragoons. And she could very well be in the presence of Colonel Tavington as we speak. I am sorry that I must be the one to tell you this sir. But I am the only one who thought for certain that Annie was not taken by Indians, but instead by the British." He regretfully finished. Gabriel could not believe what had just come out of the Corporals mouth. Was he being serious? Did he actually believe that his Sister was taken by the Dragoons? Gabriel had a hard time trying to process everything, his thoughts were running rampant through his mind. The one question Gabriel kept asking himself was, why.

"Why didn't she say anything? She could have said something when she had the chance… You are certain it was Annie? What did the women look like? Brown hair? Blue eyes?" Gabriel asked, Bartholomew just nodded. Gabriel took a deep breath, upon releasing his breath he took his fist and drove it down hard beside him into his uncomfortable cot below. "She could have said something! You were there, you were all there. He must have threatened her, that bastard…. God this is all my fault!" Gabriel growled. "What does Annie have to do with anything? What did she have that Tavington wanted? Information? It would make sense. It would make perfect sense, she was accompanying myself and our other soldiers…" Gabriel rambled on to himself. Bartholomew silently watched and listen to Gabriel. "Thank you Corporal," Gabriel, with much sincerity, finally said. "As soon as I am able to get out of this bed, then I shall request for Colonel Burwell to allow me to take a patrol into British territory to retrieve Annie under a flag of truce." Gabriel firmly stated. Bartholomew nodded.

"Of course sir. I would be glad to accompany you when you and your patrol do so. I can't imagine what Annie must be thinking right now, with all these stories of 'The Butcher' and his band of Dragoons going around South Carolina, she must be frightened to be even in his company. Poor girl. I do hope you will make a speedy recovery from your wounds sir, the sooner you recover the soon we can retrieve your sister." the Corporal spoke. While he had been talking, Gabriel's mind had recollected something.

"What if," Gabriel abruptly started, but then stopped when he thought it would be best to keep his thoughts to himself. Bartholomew raised a brow and gave Gabriel a confused look, he was curious as to what Gabriel was going to say, but he decided not to question him and instead got up from his chair. Adjusting his breeches and placing his worn tricorn he let rest on the ground, back atop his head, he prepared to leave the doctor's tent.

"It is getting late. I am afraid I must retire for the night, I think it is best if I leave you now and let the doctor finish changing your bandages," Bartholomew began to walk away but stopped and turned around to say one last thing, he hoped to put Gabriel's thoughts at ease. "It wasn't your fault. We will find Annie, sir. We'll get your sister back. Goodnight." and with that, he proceeded to leave. Gabriel was left with the doctor once again and he couldn't help but continue to think about Annie, and the time she had spent in Charles Town two years ago. Gabriel knew Tavington and a handful of his men had stayed in their aunt Charlotte's previous home in Charles Town, he knew about the time they had come back from one of Charles Town taverns in a drunken state and disturbed his aunt's household. But other than that he hadn't known much else about their unwelcomed stay. When Thomas and himself questioned Annie about it, she did not divulge much. To Gabriel, it almost seemed like she was hiding something.

Had Tavington recognized Annie from Charles Town, when he captured her from the scene of the attack? Perhaps he did… What if… What if Annie wasn't forced to leave with Tavington and his men at all? What if she was hiding something about her time with Tavington and his men while in Charles Town?

Something didn't make sense to Gabriel and as his thoughts raced endlessly through his curious and confused mind for an answer, he had a feeling he would be spending another sleepless night in the doctor's tent..

It was her second day in the British camp, and she was still confined to her bed with her broken leg. She was restless, and all Annie wanted to do was get up and leave her bed. She was absolutely bored and her leg was still resting uncomfortably in doctor Hawkes wooden fracture box. The morning sun had risen hours ago and it must have been mid afternoon already, Mariah came by and visited Annie and spoke with her for a while about the baby and about what her life had been like for almost a year as a camp follower. Visits from Mariah kept Annie mildly entertained, but she knew visits were not going to be enough to keep her boredom at bay. Occasionally, Annie would speak with one of the wounded soldiers in the bed next to her, she felt comforted that she was not the only one recovering from a horrible injury. Annie hated staying lying down, she was convinced that she would soon go mad from being bedridden, and it was only the second day. Annie decided that perhaps she could fall asleep for a while to pass the time, so she closed her eyes and tried to relax herself so she could slowly drift off into sleep. Annie was half asleep when she felt the presence of a male enter the tent, she thought it may have been William, but when she opened her eyes and gave a smile, a small frown formed her lips and her heart dropped when she was faced with James Wilkins. Annie swallowed, and opened her mouth to greet him. When she did she noticed her voice cracked, her mouth was so dry.

"James, I am afraid you have come at a bad time. I was nearly asleep. Uh." She awkwardly said. "What are you doing here?" Annie asked, James just gave a small laugh.

"Annie, you could have at least tried to hide your disappointment when I walked in here. I assume you were expecting someone else. Colonel Tavington perhaps."

"Disappointed? No James you are mistaken. In-fact I am glad to see you once again, it has been much too long since we have last spoken to one another, it is good to see so many old friends. You, Mariah, Emmett, it's like being back in Charles Town all over again. I am sorry I stopped writing you James. It's just you never responded to my recent letter, I assumed you had been busy with your soldierly duties." Annie forced a smile.

"Indeed. I have been very busy, being a Dragoon officer and having a man like Colonel Tavington as your head Commander isn't very luxurious…" James drifted off. "Especially someone like Tavington. James exaggerated. Annie noticed this and decided to ignore it. "Being a Soldier for the King's army is, honourable, yet quite gruelling and extreme. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could leave this all behind and return to my family in Charles Town. You know I often like to think back to our time in Charles Town together, you and me. Those were better times indeed. " James said. Annie began to feel uncomfortable with where this conversation had been going.

"Yes. Some of my best memories were created in Charles Town those two years ago. I was nearly heartbroken when it came time to leave Charles Town behind. I felt horrible leaving so abruptly and not having the chance to properly say goodbye to my friends, and of course you and Emmett. Not much has changed over two years, though of course leaving home with my brother, being attacked by Indians and ending up in a British camp is quite a big change from the usual." Annie gave a small laugh. But her demeanor suddenly changed when she thought about her brother Gabriel. "I wonder how my brother Gabriel is doing, He must be worried sick, wondering where I have disappeared to. Oh I do hope it is doing well, the last I saw him two days ago he was unconscious and covered in blood." Annie sighed, she was so concerned for her brother, and she couldn't help but still feel a strong sense of guilt for abandoning him the way she did.

"Annie," James paused. "I want to further talk about our time in Charles Town. You see for years now, my memories with you in Charles Town continue to play over and over in my mind. I assume you remember the time I had wished to court you, we were out in front of your aunt's home, remember? Oh Annie. I often wonder to myself during sleepless nights as to what our lives would have been like if you had only accepted my proposal of courtship then. I need to know Annie, would you ever consider starting a courtship between you and I, even now, after these two years of being apart?" James boldly asked.

Annie almost had a look of disbelief etched into her features. Her mouth slightly opened and her brows furrowed. She stayed silent. James grew more and more nervous as each silent second passed between them.

"Tell me Annie. Do you still have feelings for me? Because I still most certainly have strong feelings for you. Seeing you with Tavington." James started. "Makes me uncomfortable, angry and, and well, jealous. When you were pinned under your horse and Tavington rushed to your side to help you, I couldn't help but feel that his sympathy towards you was only but an act. And the Colonel seems to play his part well. Annie, you don't know Colonel Tavington like I do, you have not been around him long enough to discover his true nature." Annie couldn't believe what was coming out of James's mouth. "He is a monster, a terrible brute of a man. Annie. I've seen what he has done, and If you could only see what I have seen then perhaps you would view him much differently than you do now. I see that way you look at him. You are infatuated with him, aren't you?" James asked, he impatiently awaited Annie's answer, but by Annie's certain body language, he believe he already had an answer from her.

Annie looked away from James and hung her head low so that her tearful eyes were shielded from James's view. Annie couldn't help but give out a small sniffle, when she felt her nose slightly water and her eyes let out few warm tear drops that landed gently on the back of her hands which were loosely knit together in her lap. She had feelings for William, and the feelings she had for James when Annie was eighteen, she felt had been left behind in the streets of Charles Town, those couple years ago. She now sat slump in her bed and cried, she cried because she knew she was hurting a dear friend of hers. She was hurting James, because he was no longer the man she admired.

"I knew it." James nearly growled. Annie lifted her head and wiped her pale tear stained face.

"James, please." Annie quietly cried.

She reached out for her friends hand to take in hers, but he quickly took his hand and placed it firmly behind his back, his hand clenched into a fist. He let his nails dig into the rough flesh of his palm.

"Is it true then? Is it true that Colonel Tavington and you became intimate during your last morning in Charles Town? Had he nearly bedded you in your aunt's home?" James disheartenedly asked.

"How did you… Who told you that? How do you know such things?" Annie demanded, her sadness was now replaced with anger.

"So it is true then." James scoffed, loudly. "And if you really wish to know who divulged this information to me, then I will gladly tell you. Colonel Tavington told me. Yes, he nearly bragged to his two fellow officers, Lieutenant- Colonel Tarleton and Captain Bordon about the time he nearly took your innocence in Charles Town…. How could you Annie? How could you have let him nearly have you like that? I thought you were better then that, I thought you were a modest and respectable woman. Instead I have come to learn that you are a-"

"Enough!" Annie yelled, causing James to jump, and a wounded soldier to wake from his sleep. Annie had, had enough of James's talk. "How dare you accuse me of being an indecent and immoral woman. He did not nearly bed me in Charles Town and I most certainly was not about to allow the Colonel to take my innocents from me, how dare you!" She yelled again. All of Annie's yelling had caught the attention of doctor Hawke, and he was about to walk over and ask Annie about what had exactly been the matter. But he changed his mind and left the tent when Annie shot him a dangerous look when she noticed him nearing herself and James. She did not want doctor Hawke interrupting her, she wanted to continue to tell James what had been on her mind. James took a step towards Annie, and went to place a hand on her shoulder but she quickly swatted his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed. "In fact, I want you to leave this tent now. You have insulted me and I will not allow you to continue to degrade me. Now leave!" Annie finished, she shot out her arm, nearly hitting James, and pointed to the tent's entrance.

James felt defeated and without another word, he complied and stormed out of the tent. He angrily took his hands and forcefully smacked the tent flaps, sending them flying outwards. Upon leaving the doctor's tent, James crashed into a familiar red head, his cousin Emmett. James outstretched his arms and held on tightly to Emmett's shoulders, steadying him from their sudden impact that sent him staggering backwards. Still rather angry from the his conversation with Annie, he nearly shouted at his cousin, but stayed calm when he noticed a troubling look on Emmett's freckled face.

"James, my apologies." Emmett quickly said. "I am glad I found you. I have some news, I was going to tell you about the unsettling discovery I made yesterday afternoon, last night, but I was still trying to figure out how I was suppose to tell you that… Oh good Lord." Emmett breathed heavily. James could tell his cousin was filled with fright, but from what? He wondered.

"Tell me what, Emmett? What discovery have you made?"

"The dispatches."

"What about the dispatches?"

"They've been found by the enemy, James."

"What? What do you mean they have been found by the enemy? What happened to them? I thought you sent them out already to the Continental army to deliver to Hillsboro? Are you certain you haven't just misplaced them?" James questioned.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his cousin. Meanwhile in the doctor's tent, the sound of James and Emmett's nervous voices caught Annie's attention. Curious she leaned as far as she could towards the tent's entrance and listened quietly and carefully to what they were saying. The two talked in hushed voices, but Annie was still able to make out what they were saying to one another.

"How could I have misplaced them If I have already sent them out to our courier? I believe they are now in Colonel Tavington's possession. I am certain of it." Emmett said a little louder, James looked around in a panic, hopping no one could hear Emmett. If any living soul in the camp had found out they were spies for the Continental army, then they would be in serious trouble from the British army. They knew they would be immediately court martialed and sentenced to death, if caught.

"Keep your voice down, please." James hissed.

"Colonel Tavington's horse was throwing a fit the other day due to a small injury to its hind." Emmett began to explain, he made sure to bring his voice back down. "The other officers, Nathaniel and Robert had ordered me to retrieve Colonel Tavington, when I began my search for the Colonel, I couldn't find him anywhere. The last place I decided to check was Lieutenant-Colonel Banastre Tarleton's tent. When I arrived outside his tent, I could hear Colonel Tavington talking about the dispatches I had sent out a week ago. Tavington found them in the Miss Martin's pockets. Captain Bordon and Tarleton suspected that Miss Martin could perhaps be a spy, along with her brother. But Colonel Tavington had dismissed the idea. They know that they have a spy on their hands now, James. And it is only a matter of time until we are caught. It's over James."

"No, it's not over Emmett," James said abruptly. "It is not over until we are caught. And we won't be caught Emmett. As long as we continue to use our aliases, and carefully deliver the intelligence we have gathered to our courier, we can't be caught. And who would ever suspect two men from strong loyalist families are spies for the American army, huh?" James smiled, trying to lighten the mood, he let his hand come down hard of Emmett's shoulder.

Emmett just gave a nervous smile.

"You know, I still don't understand how our dispatches ended up in Miss Martin's pocket. Do you think perhaps her brother Gabriel was carrying them before she got her hands on them? It must have been Gabriel who was sent to deliver the dispatches to Hillsboro."

"Perhaps.. Well, I refuse to question Miss Martin about that. Come Emmett, let's join the others around the fire, they should be announcing lunch at any moment." James encouraged, Emmet only nodded his head and decided to closely follow behind his older cousin.

Annie looked beside her and checked if the wounded soldier she had woke earlier from her shouting was still awake, and heard Emmett and James's not so private conversation. But the soldiers eyes were closed, his breath was slow and she could hear faint snores escaping his mouth. Annie could hardly believe what she had just heard. James and Emmett were spies. She thought James was telling the truth when he said being a soldier for the King's army was honourable, but she knew now that, that was the furthest thing from the truth.

Tavington took fast and long angry strides towards Cornwallis's large finely furnished office, which was situated in a large and grande estate. Tavington had important news to deliver to Cornwallis, this certain news was about the possibility of a spy or spies living amongst them in secret in their own camp. Collecting intelligence and sneaking that information to the British rivals, the Continental army. As Tavington neared Cornwallis's office he soon found himself faced with a stocky fellow, keeping guard outside of Cornwallis's personal office. Tavington stopped abruptly in front of the middle aged man, and impatiently demanded that he be allowed entrance.

"Good Afternoon sir, I would appreciate if you would allow me enter this here Office. You see I have a very important message to deliver to Cornwallis. It is vital that I speak with him right away. I am afraid this news can no longer wait." Tavington stated, in an almost commanding tone.

The Footman could sense the urgency and seriousness in Tavington's voice. So he did not ask any questions and he did not hesitate to turn towards the large oak wooden doors of the office and use the back of his knuckles to give one of the doors a gentle knock. Both the Footman and Colonel Tavington could hear faint voices coming from the other side of the door. And in a matter of seconds one of Cornwallis's servants who adorned and sharp brown jacket and a dusty grey coloured wig that sat loosely on the top of his head, opened the door. Instead of asking the servant to ask Cornwallis permission to enter. Tavington took it upon himself to move past the man servant and take a few steps inside the room. Cornwallis took his time to truly acknowledge his least favourite soldiers commanding presence. Instead the elegant General took long sips of his tea, whilst sitting firmly and slightly slouched in his favourite chair, in front of a large oak desk, that brightly reflected the bright rays of the afternoon sun which came pouring in from a massive window on one of the opposite sides of the room.. His friend and fellow officer General Charles O'Hara who sometimes Substituted for Cornwallis, was standing only feet away from the General. It was almost rare to see O'Hara not by Lord Cornwallis side. Tavington thought Charles O'Hara was like Cornwallis's pet, he was like a dog, a dog who was loyal and obedient to its master. Tavington placed his hands behind his back and impatiently tapped his black leather boot against the hard floor, the sound of his boot meeting the ground began to irritate Cornwallis. So, placing his tea cup gently back down onto its matching ceramic saucer, Cornwallis folded his hands together and leaned slightly over his desk. Showing Tavington that he now had his full attention.

"I don't believe I sent for you Colonel Tavington. I would prefer next time that you take it upon yourself to make plans ahead of time to speak with me, and notify myself or General O'Hara that you will be gracing us with your presence." Cornwallis sarcastically added. "Now, tell me why it is you are here, Colonel? I gather something is wrong due to your evident lack of patience." Cornwallis finished, once again taking the small handle of his tea cup between his finger, to take one last sip of tea, which began to cool at the bottom of the porcelain coloured cup.

Tavington nearly rolled his eye's, Cornwallis was always like this. And Tavington was sure that he had been the only soldier or person for that matter, that Cornwallis continuously enjoyed to nag and scold. Colonel Tavington would often be summoned by Cornwallis to join him in his office after a battle, only to be reprimanded by the General for his usual brutal nature on the field. "Wait for my order, before you go charging into battle like a bloody mad man, Colonel." Cornwallis would say. Tavington strongly believed he had done what was necessary during a battle, and his tactics had nearly always helped the British army to successfully take the field and gain another Victory. But General Cornwallis and O'Hara thought his certain tactics to be unnecessary and un-gentleman like.

"My Lord-General. I have some disturbing news. A few days ago, whilst my men and I were travelling through the Santee, we came across a small American patrol, dead in the middle of the forest. We suspected from evidence, that our Indian allies had in fact attacked the handful of American soldiers. I decided that my men and I would search the deceased soldiers, and upon reaching into one of the men's pockets we found rebel dispatches." Tavington partially lied. He would make sure to fail to inform Cornwallis that he had actually found the dispatches off of Annie, a girl Cornwallis hadn't even known existed. If Cornwallis suspected Annie was a rebel spy due to the fact that she had dispatches on her person, then she would be severely punished. William Tavington knew Annie wasn't a spy, and he would not let Cornwallis falsely accuse her of spying against the crown. Tavington would make sure to keep the young woman he cared about far from harm's way, while under his personal care.

"I decided to read the dispatches," Tavington said, while reaching in his pocket. He took the pieces of crumpled, worn paper between his fingers. Taking a few more steps forward, with the thick heel of his boots clicking and echoing through the large teal coloured room. The Colonel stopped in front of Cornwallis's desk and held out the dispatches for Cornwallis to take and inspect for himself.

"The writing in the dispatches reveal that there is," he paused and sighed heavily. "Well it seems we have a spy, or I fear, spies… Among us, sir. They have gathered important intelligence. And see, see here sir." Tavington walked around the desk, so he was standing beside O'Hara.

"They have cleverly used aliases, here and here." he pointed out "I know of no soldiers named John Harrison, or Freddie Bishop. And look at this, 'Agent 722, agent 725 and 726.'"

"Well this is very concerning news indeed, thank you Colonel Tavington." Tavington heard O'Hara say from his side. Tavington didn't react from O'Hara's praise and instead continued to keep his eyes on the dispatches while Cornwallis scanned thoroughly through each page. Finally placing the dispatches down on the smooth flat surface of his desk, Cornwallis let out a deep long sigh and rubbed his forehead.

"Colonel I have a new task for you. Starting today I want you and every other soldier in camp to begin your search in uncovering who exactly these spies are. Trust no one Colonel and question everyone." Cornwallis's anger began to surface, O'Hara jumped when General Cornwallis curled his fist into a ball and let it forcefully come down onto his desk with a loud thud. The vibration made his cup and saucer rattle against one another. "They will soon realize when they do not receive a letter back from their courier, that their dispatches failed to reach their intended destination. You need to stop and have these men immediately hanged once found. If they successfully write and send out another dispatch about our future ambitions, then it will cost us greatly. I too, thank you for coming forward about these confounded traitors… You may see yourself out of my office now. I thank you again, Colonel.

"Of course, you are most welcome, my Lord."