You worked for the British Army. You had been hired since really you wouldn’t have drawn suspicion. You were just a normal townsperson..but a secret loyalist at heart. Maybe you shouldn’t have joined..maybe you shouldn’t have been spying at all. Those were the thoughts running through your head as you sat in a rebel tent, tied to a chair. You had been for the past hour or so. You had been sent on a mission the previous night, and everything had gone just fine..until some random man knocked you out..then you woke up there. You didn’t really know what would happen to you. A man soon entered the tent, sitting at the small desk, facing you. You quickly recognized this to be Washington…the commander of the continental army. “I assume you know why you’re here.” he said, glancing up from the papers “I do hope this was a mistake, but you can never take risks in times like this.” he said, looking at the papers again