I saw the flashing blue orb on the small quarter sized device begin to steady into just a constant blue light, meaning it was ready. I layed down in my bed in the apartment I've had for two years and put the Callister on the left side of my temple and closed my eyes.

"Callister: Enter program: A dot ham"

I must admit I had forgotten about the headache of getting into a Callister program, the floating sensation in your stomach that you really only feel on an airplane as it ascends into the air.

I opened my eyes to a forest. Wonderful, a fucking forest. Truly what I needed. I looked up to see smoke in the distance, either it was some military scuttle or a forest fire, but it was better than nothing. As I started hiking up the small path looking line of dead grass and squashed flowers I begin to think, what if it was a battle?

"Callister, Pause Game"

as soon as I said that the wind stopped, the smoke stopped billowing from the distant mountain and birds stopped chirping.

"Callister, where is that smoke coming from?"

"Hello Callister User 0124589, The smoke is coming from British attack on a group of Revolutionaries." Okay I can work with that, as long as I don't get killed.

    It took about an hour to reach the small scuttle, and I was surprised it was even still going on. Maybe about a hundred of each side laid dead in various gruesome positions in between the two sides. This would not be a good way to get involved, I started going back and making an 'L' shape, going behind and further behind the British side, where there would probably be some sort of camp or at least horses that I could steal.

As I kept going I realized how dehydrated I had become, I kept walking to see a puddle of maybe rain water, but it look somewhat clear so I guess that made it better. I stood in front of it seeing what I looked like.

I was in a somewhat distressed Cream skirt that was about six inches off the ground, with a Long sleeve White shirt, with slightly puffed arms and a matching bodice, as was the fashion of the time. A brown apron with small specks of black ink and red, maybe blood? Was also tied around my waist, and neck. Then there was the white bonnet on my head, tied below my neck. I still looked the same, same short stature, red hair and green eyes with my usual pale skin and light freckles on my nose. I lifted my skirt and saw brown tied boots that have now become caked with dirt and mud from the amount of walking I had done in the past hour and a half, even my knee length tan socks had mud in splatters.

I bent down in front of the puddle and cupped the water into my hands, it tasted like shit. But I kept drinking it for maybe 30 seconds when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me, fuck. I Looked up and saw about 10 british soldiers walked towards me, guns drawn.

"Who the bloody hell are you?!"

The one in front asked jabbing his gun in my direction, I was so stunned I stammered backwards, drenching the bottom 2 or 3 inches of my skirt, and shoes.

"U-um I'm nobody."

convincing, nobody, ya they'll let me go with that. One of the men in back looked towards the man who now had his gun 5 inches from my forehead.

"Reckon she's one the americans wives who wandered off?" The man in front shrugged, "Maybe, we'll take her to the general."

I immediately looked up shocked, were they taking me as a prisoner of war, someone to trade, a slave? Some camp girl? I couldn't have that, I tried to run but that obviously didn't work, the man who was previously holding a gun to my head now hit me in the head with it, knocking me down. It didn't knock me out but it fucking hurt. I landed front first into the mud and screamed. I tried to get up again when I felt the butt of the gun hitting me again, knocking me out for good this time.

    I woke up in an agonizing pain, I was on a cot in the inside of a tent, with nothing else in it besides a plain brown and green rug on the floor of the tent to not make contact with the ground underneath it. I look up to see a redcoat sitting in a wooden chair with his gun drawn towards me, with a bayonet attached.

"Good morning"

he said smiling jabbing the gun towards me about an inch, in a way to tell me to not sit up, so I laid my head back down onto the cot.

"So what's the plan with me?"

I could see the gun move away, possibly back onto his lap,

"Waiting for orders, but I wouldn't be expecting to see your husband anytime soon, if the bloke is even still alive."

He laughed. I sat back up propping myself on my left elbow and looked at him, he gave me a 'I wouldn't try anything' look.

"I don't have a husband in the army, or any  husband for that matter."

He laughed and looked at my quizzically, "Then why were you wandering around in the forest, towards a british camp."

Okay thats a good point, what would I have been doing. I looked up at him and tried not to make it obvious I was bluffing,

"Actually I'm the sister to someone in the army."

He look at me and nodded in a 'continue' sort of way; when I didn't say anything he said "Go on miss"

I looked around the tent, well might as well make my 'brother' interesting.

"Head Aide-De-Camp to General George Washington of the continental army."

He looked at me and seemed bored to this information, as if head aide-de-camp meant nothing "And what is this Aide-De-Camps name, Miss?" this time I sat up fully on the cot,

"Colonel Alexander Hamilton"

(A/N: Thanks for reading! More coming soon, hoping to update at least 3-6 times a week. Please COMMENT!! <3)