FyreFlyte

Okay, well it got boring waiting all day for something to happen. I wanted to save this post for tomorrow but I got bored. So you get to read it early! Yay!

A piercing scream shatters Leo's thoughts. She looks around as the colonists flee, trying to find the source. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Sep, leaning up against the wall of the Customs House. Blood soaks his shirt and cloak, his face contorted with pain. "Septimus!" she cries as she fights through the crowd. She isn't physically strong enough to break free, so she activates her artifact, transforming herself into a dragon. The colonists scream in fear, but she pays them no heed. Spreading her wings, she rises into the air, just above the mob. The Sons of Liberty watch her in horror. She lands just feet from Sep and transforms back into a human. "Mighty Aslan, Sep! What happened?!" Sep smiles feebly at her, color drained from his face.

"The kid was in danger. I had to help him..." Tears stream down Leo's face as she rips fabric off of her cloak and wraps it around the wound.

"If you had just left with the crowd you wouldn't have gotten hurt!" she cries.

"If I had left with the crowd, that boy would have gotten trampled." Their eyes meet for a moment, no words are said, but none need to be.

"I understand." they both whisper. Leo continues dressing his wound, but the blood continues to pour. 

"Okay, can you stand?" she asks. 

"I... think so." he groans. Sep puts his arm around Leo's shoulders and they slowly get up. Sep loses his balance for a moment, and Leo holds him up. 

"We have to make it outside of town. Swift is there. She can heal you." 

"That's no good if I've got a chunk of lead in my body." he counters. Leo looks around desperately.

"Fine. But you've gotta trust me." 

"With my life." he promises. Leo takes a deep breath.

"I've never tried this before, but, in theory..." Sep gives her a terrified look, but she just smiles. "FyreFlyte." she breathes. The artifact obeys and launches them into the sky in a rocket-like explosion. Leo takes a firm grasp of Sep and she attempts to maneuver them to the outskirts of town where the agents gather, watching the fight from a distance.

"You know how to land, right?" Sep asks. Leo smiles.

"Sure, in theory. Kinda like how one can theoretically dig into his backyard and find a pile of diamonds." The spell starts to lose power and they fall, spiraling to the ground. 

"Leo!" Sep yells. 

"On it!" She spreads her wings and catches an air current. Using that, she manages to glide them back down to safety. They tumble onto the ground, Sep landing beside her. "Well, that was fun!" Sep pushes himself off the ground and wobbles a bit trying to stand.

"Yeah, kinda like the time you convinced me to camp in the Forest. Still haven't gotten over the squirrel incident, by the way."

"You love me anyway?" Sep thinks for a moment.

"Always." 

You Don't Dare Fire!

"Loyalist!" Leo screams.
"Barbarian patriot!" Sep shouts back.
"Redcoat!"
"Yankee!" The magical auras glow strongly, pulsing with every adrenaline-filled heartbeat so that it looks like a red and blue strobe light. "Your people tarred and feathered innocent tax collectors and threatened to hang anyone who disagreed with them. Face it, you're a country founded on terrorism!" he yells.
"Your stupid king continued to raise taxes that we couldn't afford, sending many of us into poverty and debtor's prison!" she retaliates.
"Taxes that the people of England had already been paying for nearly two generations without whining about it! Don't you dare call me out without analyzing the facts! We needed the money to pay off our debts with our war with France!" he barks. Leo laughs maliciously.
"Which war with France?! You've been at war since the dawn of time! Who's got problems now?!" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a group of colonists with clubs about to go into the city. "And I'm done here." She runs off to join them. 
"Yeah, go terrorize people like the ******* Patriot you are!" he shouts. The agents gasp, but Leo disregards him. 
"Sep, watch your language!" Swift cries. "We are Aslan's chosen. Act like it!" He brushes her off and storms away into town on the other side.

"Hey boys!" Leo calls flirtatiously to the colonists. Some of them stop and stare at her as she runs up to them. "You big, strong boys gonna beat those lobster-backs home to England?" She bats her eyelashes at one colonist boy, who blushes slightly. His friend nudges him forward.
"Yeah, you wanna join us?" he asks nervously. Leo smiles broadly.
"Daughter of Liberty, at your service." she says formally. Hooking her arms around the colonist's, they move into the city.

Sep wanders into the city, following the crowds of people over to the Customs Office, where several British soldiers are guarding the tax money. "Fire!" One colonist yells. "You don't dare fire, you cowards!" The soldiers glare at the man, but do nothing. 
"What do you carry those muskets for if you're not gonna use them!" yells a familiar voice. Sep turns to see Leo, arm-in-arm with one of the Sons of Liberty. "Come on! Fire!" The crowd starts to scream out for the soldiers to fire, but they refuse. The captain, dressed in formal naval attire, stands behind the soldiers.
"Don't fire!" he shouts to his men. "Whatever you do, do not fire!" A shot is heard int the distance, clearly not from the soldiers, but they hear it and assume an order has been given. The men begin to fire shots into the crowd. The colonists scream and run, bumping into Sep as he tries to reach the Customs Office wall. A young boy begins crying, the mob nearly trampling him. Sep dodges through the crowd and grabs the boy, placing him out of harms way. A misguided shot hits him in the arm, knocking him down. He cries out in agony as blood seeps from the wound. Sep crawls to the safety of the wall and clutches his injury. 

The Boston Massacre Just Got Worse

Leo leads her agents through a portal, Sep in the back, both still fuming but trying to look impassive. "We're here." Leo barks. "Assassin's Creed 3." Terrance and Wes exchange excited glances. 
"So, we get to spend Veteran's Day Weekend in one of the hottest, most awesome, most violent video game of the year?" Wes asks, his voice shaking with excitement.
"Yes..." Leo sighs. The boys high five and shout in joy.
"Bring on the Templar!" Wes screams.
"Destroy those Redcoats!" Terrance cries. The boys get lost in a discussion about the best way to kill someone with a hidden blade. Leo and Sep catch each other's gaze for a moment, but turn away, glaring at the ground. Swift puts a hand on Leo's shoulder.
"You can't stay mad at him forever." she chides. Leo growls quietly.
"Watch me." She storms off in the direction of the marketplace. Signs and beggars line the streets. She spots a young boy selling newspapers. "Excuse me, may I buy one?" she asks politely.
"Certainly, Miss. Three shilling." he replies. She fishes into her pocket and pulls out a golden coin.
"It's not English or American money, but it's pure gold." The boy takes the coin and hands her a paper, staring in awe at the gold.
"Wow, it's got a lion on it!" the boy cries in glee. "I can't wait to show this to Mr. Franklin!" He tucks the coin into his pocket. "Thank you, Miss!" She nods and walks back to the group. Upon arriving, she notices the boys trying to fight with sticks and Rogers laughing, trying to teach them how to fight properly. She opens the paper, and her senior agents gather around her.
"'March 5, the year of our Lord 1770.'" she reads. "Now why does that date sound familiar...?" She reads o until it hits her. "The Boston Massacre!" They boys stop fighting and stare.
"You mean Synchronization 4? Connor's first trip into Boston?" Terrance asks. The other agents give him a blank look. "What? I know my video games." Leo shakes her head.
"Whatever. If we head into town at the right moment, we can see some British soldiers get the smack down they deserve." she concludes. Septimus scoffs.
"The 'British soldiers get the smack down they deserve?' That is so typical of you that you would side with the American's when they're the real culprits." Leo's face burns red in anger and her amulet starts to pulse.
"I'm sorry, but what am I? American, that's what. So sorry if I offended you with patriotism!" She barks. Sep rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, sure. You won't even attempt to see Britain's side of the argument. No, America's always in the right. Tell that the the Cherokees on the Trail of Tears, the victims of Hiroshima and the Vietnam War veterans." he retorts. His amulet flares up navy blue. "You are so American!"
"That's better than being a good-for-nothing pirate who thinks he's all that when he gets beat by an infant nation!"
"We burned your capital in 1814!" They get locked in an all out shouting match over history and politics while the agents just watch fearfully.
"Wow." Sugar breathes. "Do they have problems." Kopa nods.
"Major. Why can't they just forgive and forget already?"