An annoying wait and a ten mile ride later, King and the others were in position to raid the British camp their friends were trapped in.

Washington had come up a semi-probable to work plan along the way, that Cornflower, an experienced cop, had doubts about, but chose to follow through.

The plan was simple: Washington, King, and Cornflower would break in and rescue Purple, Aaron, and Alexander, while Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette took out any guards that dared stand in Washington's way.

He was already pissed off at then for taking Alex and Aaron in the first place. Any harm had come to them, and the entire base might as well be evacuated to be burned to ashes.

That was his right hand man. The boy he viewed as a son, and he was in there, and he highly doubted he was being treated very well.

His poor boy.

"The three of you," he looked at Laurens and his two friends. "Remain surrounding the perimeter of the building. If you find a way in, use it, and start shooting."

"Yes, sir."

"How will you get in?" Mulligan asked. "There's no way you three can get in under a disguise. You'll be too easily recognized, and the other two will get shot on sight."

"Exactly why we break in." Washington said, gesturing to the open window acting as what King could only guess was a basement.

Or a prison.

Cornflower knew something was wrong when he landed on the basement floor.

He already felt wrong, being a cop, and breaking into a building(his buddies were going to question every bit of what he was doing in 1777, but he didn't care), but that wasn't it.

A discarded blue coat, which he quickly identified as a Continental Solider coat, as he had learned both by being in a Revolutionary camp, and his daughter had used it for her history project, lay discarded on the ground, not too far from a small pool of blood.

He felt King and Washington's hearts sink.

"Fuck."

"Are they...?" King's voice gave it away. He had already assumed the worse.

"Your kid is smart for his age. He's not dead. Injured? Highly likely. But dead? No. Alexander is the same. For someone who's been through as much as he has, he's a smart and resilient person. Neither one is dead. I'm sure of it."

The assurance was enough for them. "What do we do?"

Shouts from outside gave way to a new plan.

"We rescue them."

Aaron was quick to open fire, knowing Alex didn't have his gun, and was far too busy keeping Purple from getting more injured then he already was.

Sure, he had only been grazed by the bullet earlier, but Alexander wasn't taking chances.

Frankly, neither was Burr.

"Alexander, get the boy out of here. I don't know where, but just away from here. Please."

Alexander nodded, before he and Purple ran.

The British kept coming, and it was chaos beyond even Alexander's standards.

"This way!" He shouted, pushing the boy into another room, before slamming and locking the door.

Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close."

"Too close, if you ask me." Purple said, readjusting his sweater and double checking his bag.

"Now what?"

"Hell if I know. We stay here until we're hopefully rescued."

"However long that'll be. Washington and the others are already here by now, but with the amount of soldiers here, it'll take them ages to get through the entire warehouse to find us."

There was a bang on the window. Both of them jumped, with Alexander pushing Purple behind him.

His eyes widened when he got a closer glimpse of the person on the other side.

"John?"

John hadn't expected to run into an occupied room while scaling the perimeter, but he had.

And when he had, he had jumped in shock when the door opened.

Alexander Hamilton, the last person he was expecting to be in a room like that, threw in a child, barely older than fifteen, into the room before slamming the door.

"Is that..." Lafayette said, noticing John's prolonged stare of complete shock, mixed with relief.

"It's Alex and Purple." He said, reaching his hand up to knock.

Alexander seemed to notice before he did, since he pushed the boy behind him and glared at the window.

His eyes widened when he realized it was John.

He was barely able to make out Alex mouthing out his name before he smiled back.

Burr again opened fire, quickly pulling out a knife and stabbing a soldier that got too close.

Alexander and Purple had taken off, hiding who the hell knows where, but he could only hope that they were safe.

Washington was worried sick, and he couldn't risk anymore of his wrath.

He again opened fire, and a shout startled him.

"BURR, BEHIND YOU!"

Aaron ducked just in time, as he realized a British soldier was right behind him.

A bullet went through his forehead. Aaron looked up and almost recoiled when he realized who had shot him.

General Washington stood a mere seven feet away, alongside two stick figures that Burr had to assume were connected to Purple.

"Aaron, are you alright?" Washington asked, helping the man to his feet.

"Yes, I'm fine. Alexander and Purple are also alright, in case your wondering."

Washington and the orange stick breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is King and Cornflower. Purple is King's adoptive son. Laurens and the others are outside." Washington gave a rundown over what was going on.

"Where are they?" Cornflower asked, already sensing trouble and grabbing his pistol.

"They took off running down the hall after things got too crazy. Alexander is unarmed, and Purple is injured, so I sent them to hide."

King's eyes widened. Poor guy. He was probably worrying himself to death.

"He's not too badly injured!" Aaron said. "He was just grazed by a bullet. Admiral Howe opened fire on them."

"We figured that out," Washington said. "And Alexander?"

Aaron stiffened. How was he going to explain this? "Well, this is going to sound really fucking crazy, but...he was turned into a child."

All three men in front of him blinked, clearly shocked.

"He was what now?" Cornflower said. King elbowed him in the arm, shooting him a glare. Cornflower returned to a professional look, and Aaron realized he was incredibly close to laughing at the absurdity.

"I know. It sounds like the most absurd thing you could ever be told, but it happened. Alexander was turned to a child, no older than six, not too long ago. Right now, he's back to normal, but he was turned into a child. He's unharmed as well."

"Dear God, what have the British gotten their hands on?" Washington said, clearly stressed.

"Hey, King. What about that robbery that happened a couple days ago?" Cornflower said, nudging his friend.

"The one at that museum with that weird ray thing?" King said. Aaron and Washington both looked at them.

"There was a robbery in our city a couple days back, and some priceless machines were taken," Cornflower explained. "One of them was a machine that could reverse aging."

"I thought there was a hyper-realistic model in its place?" Aaron said. "Purple told me about that."

"That's what was on display. He was right about the model," King said. "The British must've found it and stole it."

"But how?" Washington asked. "You guys must have higher security levels than we do."

"And we do!"

"There must be a correlation between the robberies and your random arrival in this year," Aaron said. "There might have been a rift opening between the two years, which explains why there is so much of your...modern time technology here."

"And it would explain what happened to Purple." Cornflower said. "A rift might have opened during that earthquake, or the earthquake might have been caused by the British somehow to cover up the rift, and Purple fell through."

"It would certainly explain a lot of things that have been happening recently." Washington said.

An explosion from behind them abruptly ended the conversation.

"Alexander!" Washington screamed.

Aaron, King, and Cornflower looked at each other.

"Oh, fuck."