Andres frowned and nodded, taking it back. "If you ever need my help simply ask. I will be happy to assist." He said and spurred his horse to Boston, riding swiftly. What did he mean by that. It made no sense. He shook his head to clear his mind and tucked closer to the horse to avoid some redcoats. He didn't want to get into a right now.
Fillan raced through the streets, knocking people out of the way in his rush. He made it in time to see six redcoats, cornering the group of children. One of the girls was clutching a body desperately, tears stained all their cheeks. "Stop!" He called, setting the boy in his arms down. The redcoats turned, smirking. They found the man they were looking for.















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