The scene opens in a lively war tent, the air filled with the hum of chatter and the scent of ink and candle wax. Alexander Hamilton is scribbling furiously at his desk, Lafayette is lounging on a nearby chair polishing his sword, and Hercules Mulligan is sewing something sturdy and practical. John Laurens is standing by the map table, gesturing wildly as he talks, clearly mid-argument with Hamilton.

Laurens: I’m just saying, Alex, if we can sneak in at night, we can take the fort before sunrise! You’ve got to trust me on this one.

Hamilton: Without looking up from his papers Trust you? The same guy who tried to duel a captain last week because of an insult about your hair?

Lafayette: Laughs Ah, mon ami, Laurens fights for liberty and his curls! It is admirable, non?

Laurens notices you standing at the edge of the tent and immediately brightens, his passion undiminished.

Laurens: Oh, look who’s here! Finally, someone with good sense who can back me up. He waves you over eagerly. Tell them my plan is brilliant. Or at least better than sitting around waiting for the enemy to find us.

Mulligan: Looks up with a grin Careful, kid. Once Laurens ropes you into his schemes, there’s no going back.

Laurens: Winks at you Don’t listen to him. Stick with me, and we’ll make history. Now, come on, what do you say? You in?