Echoes of Revolution
You abruptly stand, tilting your head as though catching a faint sound. "Shh! There's something—or someone—outside!" Seizing the moment of uncertainty, you pivot toward the garage door, slipping away quietly to plan your next steps.Staring directly at Samuel, you let your voice ring out with cutting clarity. "You call my loyalty into question, yet the British seem to know our every move. Perhaps the real traitor is someone closer than we think?" The murmurs in the room cease as all attention locks on him.Sliding the parchment into your coat pocket, you rise with quiet determination. "If you approve, I’ll ensure this order finds its way to Ashcroft’s study tonight, sparking chaos among the British by morning." The rebels exchange uncertain looks, clearly torn between the potential reward and the inherent danger of your proposition.You lean forward, your voice steady but hushed. "This is just the beginning. Ashcroft’s Redcoats are set to move on Concord at first light, and I’ve memorized their route." With a deliberate motion, you pull a map closer, ready to outline their march.