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Thomas kicked down the door immediately after hearing the yelp.

Thomas ran down the stairs, taking two steps at a time and calling Alexander's name as he went.

"Hamilton?! Alexander? Alex---"

Jefferson suddenly stopped, his body rigid as a cold terror overtook him. The scene before him was unimaginably barbaric. He was sure it would haunt his dreams for years to come.

George King held a grenade, a devilish, most literally bloody grin playing across his face as he fiddled almost teasingly with the pin. Alexander Hamilton was tied up behind King, a quiet sob emmiting from him as he watched Thomas with pleading eyes.

Thomas quickly and sloppily coached his shocked and terrified expression into one of indifference.

"Ah, George. So nice to finally meet you. I'm going to have to ask you to put that grenade down." Thomas said, his tone a forced calm laced in panic. Thomas held his gun tightly, the barrel aimed at King 's head as he glared.

King smirked. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. And I'm going to have to say no to your offer. No, actually, I'm going to have to ask you to put your gun down. Or I may have to just pull this little guy." George told him, turning the explosive tauntingly around in his palm.

Alexander mumbled something along the lines of "Just take the team and run, please." over his gag, groaning as a stab of pain flew through his jaw as he spoke.

Thomas's gaze flickered between a look of despair and a look of panic. The gears in his mind were turning quickly, trying desperately to think of how he was going to get Alexander out alive.

He didn't care if he survived, Alex was first priority.

Jefferson watched the grenade carefully and put his gun down on the cold floor, hands raised in a mock defeat.

"Yes, sir. Whatever you say." Jefferson gritted out as he kicked the gun away.

King was a psychopathic control freak, or, at least that's how they'd profiled him. If he could show King that he was in control of the situation, King would get cocky and slip up. Then, Thomas could go for the kill.

George looked surprised and excited when he followed his orders. "Good, good. Now, let's see..." King trailed off as someone yelled from above.

"Hey! Anyone in here?" It sounded like Laurens.

King walked quietly to Thomas, mumbling, "Go on, tell him it's clear."

Jefferson took a deep breath and replied, "Yup, it's clear! Just checking a few things."

"Alright, Jefferson. Thanks." Laurens replied, and he could hear quick footsteps receding. Yep, this was a good plan.

Thomas looked back at George, frowning.

"Oooh! So, you're Jefferson?" King lit up. Thomas sighed. "Alexander always talks about you. Especially when we were fu..." King stopped. "Erm, nevermind." King added too quickly, realizing his mistake.

"Nevermind what?" Jefferson asked, voice suddenly dripping with venom.

King 's eyes widened as Thomas took a step towards him, towering high above him as Thomas snarled.

"You. Did. What?!" He repeated, grabbing King by his bony arms.

King looked absolutely terrified. The look looked great on him.

Now was the perfect time to untie Alexander.

Jefferson stomped his foot in what looked like anger.

"Answer me!"

"I-I, um.." King glanced down at his hand, which still held the grenade. In a flash, he shoved away from Thomas and pulled the pin of the grenade off, throwing it at Jefferson and running away.

Jefferson caught it before realizing what it was.

He heard yells behind him and the groans of Alexander as Hercules and Laurens gently ran him up the stairs. They didn't have enough time to get the first aid people down to patch him up.

"Run, run! He pulled a grenade!" Laurens yelled to everyone still occupying the building. This snapped Thomas out of his trance and he threw the explosive away from him, turning and running up the stairs as fast as he could.

Jefferson had just barely got to the door when he heard and felt a loud

'BOOM!'

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I'm just casually sobbing don't mind me.

~River