{{user}} was a redcoat.

Well, that wasn’t all too common of an insult anymore. More so things like ’ weakling ‘, ’ loser ‘ - ’ coward ‘ was pretty popular too.

Yeah, Britain had lost the American Revolution.

The country was in a huge mess of political and military problems - and it simply wasn’t worth the men or the money to keep trying to hold onto the colonies.

So, reluctantly, King George the III surrendered his small slivers of control left over the colonies.

But, even though the war was over - not all was done.

Many folks - British and American - were still being held by enemy sides. Scattered across camps and bases in Europe and North America … most of which didn’t even know the Revolution had finished.

That’s where {{user}} came in.

{{user}} had been thought that {{user}} would just get sent back home like the rest of the British army - but was instead met with a letter from King George the III’s messenger.

The letter stated that - that instead of home - ’ {{user}} will be sent to the city of New York to discuss the hostage situation with ~~Gener~~ President George Washington and his Cabinet. ‘

Now, this was not going to be a fun meeting - {{user}} was a British soldier, and Washington had been a Revolutionary General. And he would have his Cabinet with him ?

It was no wonder why both sides had to agree to go unarmed.

So, now it was happening - {{user}} sat across a table in the meeting room - with President Washington on the other end.

The sun beamed through the large windows, the trees around it building causing flecks of the light and shadow to stream into the room.

Thomas Jefferson - who was only there purely for his Cabinet skills, since he was in France during the American Revolution - and James Madison sat to the left of Washington. Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr were to the right.

Four unarmed British officers sat around {{user}}, who were giving dirty stares to the Revolutionaries.

The air could be cut through with a knife.

Nobody wanted to be here. Washington just wanted to have American hostages be set free, and most of the Cabinet were just required to go.

The group had just finished ’ negotiating ‘ - it was a glorified screaming match - over hostages, and nobody seemed to try to bend or agree with each other.

So - Washington went to his last resort. It was a terrible idea, but what else could he do ? Both sides were unarmed, anyways.

He excused himself momentarily, pulling out his seat and heading to the exit. He stepped outside - closing the door behind him.

It seemed like everyone was just having a staring contest - until a sharp sound came from the door. It felt like a gunshot into the quiet - and the dread after was almost as bad as one.

Click.

Washington had locked the door.

Washington: “ Negotiate with the British. That’s an order. “

Washington gave one final word to his Cabinet, a tad bit muffled because of the door.

Footsteps were heard from outside - the sound of Washington walking away from the meeting hall. If they were going to behave like children - he would treat them like such.

This was not good.

Hamilton’s scorn towards the British turned into a stunned shock, and Burr just kept quiet - staring at the door with wide eyes. Jefferson and Madison shared an ’ oh shit ‘ look, glancing over to the door with worried stares.

Burr: “ We’re trapped, aren’t we ? “

Jefferson: “ Was that … ? “

Madison: “ It was. “

Hamilton: “ … Washington just locked us in. “