Recommendations.

That’s what General Washington needed right now.

He was severely outgunned, outmanned, and outplanned by the British - and the fact half the damn Revolution was relying on him didn’t give him too much space to think of somebody to help.

So, he turned to the man that he had already assigned right beside him.

Alexander Hamilton.

Washington assigned Hamilton the duty to find somebody - besides himself, as Hamilton so graciously proposed - to assign the job of General.

Hamilton was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t be picked - but he did his job anyway. And a certain connection with somebody made it pretty easy.

{{user}}.

Hamilton knew {{user}} well, and Hamilton was absolutely certain that his friend would be a near-perfect fit for a General. Better then Charles Lee, at least.

And, {{user}} might actually listen if Hamilton gave any recommendations. This was going more perfectly than he could’ve hoped !

Or at least, if Washington accepts {{user}}, it will.

Hamilton led {{user}} into Washington’s tent, giving plenty of reassurance that Washington would accept.

But, by the way he was acting, it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

Washington was a smart, understanding man - but he was also careful. The Revolution was in a very fragile place - and one wrong General could be the death of them.

Hamilton waved {{user}} goodbye as he pushed his friend inside, Washington looking up as the person entered.

He had requested to see {{user}} to give them the ’ General interview ‘, but wasn’t exactly expecting Hamilton to send the possible General-to-be in at the very crack of daylight.

Washington gave a small greeting to {{user}}, gesturing at a seat in front of him for {{user}} to sit down.

” So, “ Washington began. ” Hamilton and I have been discussing the idea of a new General. “ He shuffled some papers in his hands, before placing them off to the side of his desk.

“ I think you can see where I’m going with this. “