Key:
= Henry
= Elite Militia Guy
= Militia Guy
When Henry arrived, he wished he hadn't.
Everyone turned to look at him as he tripped into the meeting, clearly interrupting something important. Happy was full-on glaring at him. But it didn't matter at the moment, for he was too relived to be alive at the moment. "I MADE IT!" Henry's mouth spewed out. He never wanted to sink into the ground more, wincing at how bad that sounded.
"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Jones." One of the elite militia that had been speaking earlier had a tired look on his face, used to the drill of Henry showing up late. He ignored what the boy said before, which made Henry feel a bucket of relief. At least he did until his mouth opened again.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world! Totally! Heheh...heheh..." Henry's mouth oh-so wisely blurted in reply. Henry wanted nothing more than to glue his lips shut at this point. Why did he have no filter again?
The militia elite didn't bother to shoot him a glare. But he did give a stern look, making Henry feel guiyly. Sighing, he focused on the group again and asked, "Now where were we?"
"You were talking about how we're going to fight the British at Boston!" Someone in the crowd answered him with excitement in his voice. The guy jumped up and down like a child, which made Henry wonder if this guy had too much coffee. But with everyone not drinking tea, he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
"Ah yes." The elite seemed to remember, for he continued the speech. "Since we are very close to Boston, we are going to aid the Boston's militia in defeating the British. It is a day's journey, and you will be provided basic provisions and a blanket. The location in Boston will remain confidential for now, Happy and I will lead you there."
Henry stared, looking at Happy smirking away at the news. This wasn't good. They never kept information from them. Mr. Sunshine's blood-red eyes bore right into his brown ones, looking almost evil.
He had a feeling that the truth was going to be the death of him.