Saving America

Agent Smith fixed his hair, preparing for the most important mission in his life. He was going to save America. Grasping the large cup of Cold Brew, he ran out of the Tim Horton's to his waiting colleague. They silently nodded as a greeting, then returned to their Secret Service headquarters.

"Everything is in order for your mission Agent. Do not, I cannot stress that enough, do not mess this up. Get in and get out. No extra conversations, nothing to further alter time."

He nodded to his superior. "You can rest assured, Ma'am, that everything will go as planned."

After some final 'goodbyes', Agent Smith climbed into the time-machine's passenger seat, securing the Cold Brew next to him, and prepared for launch.

The pilot, Agent Bay, had set the coordinates and was starting the engine for travel. "1772, Saint Nevis, here we come." With that, a bright white light blinded the onlookers and the agents were gone.

"The landing was successful, Agent Smith, and the surroundings are clear. You have two hours before the shuttle leaves."

Smith leapt out of his seat and onto the streets of Charlestown. He tried to ignore the unsanitary stench as he calmly walked. The house he was searching for wasn't far, but he needed to hurry.

Finally Smith reached the old wooden house, though he thought shack would describe it better. Without hesitating, he burst through the door, careful not to spill the drink in hand. In the corner of the small home was a boy, no older than fifteen, kneeling with his head in his hands.

"Pardon me, are you Alexander," Smith asked respectfully.

The boy lifted his head to reveal tear stained, sunken cheeks. Fear flashed in his eyes, but he nodded and stood. "Alexander Hamilton, sir. May I ask who you are?"

The agent strode towards Alexander and shook his hand. "Smith. I am here to help you."

"Why would you do that? I'm just a bastard orphan."

Smith laid a hand on Alexander's shoulder. "You are bound to do great things. Drink this, it will rejuvenate you."

Alexander took the cold brew from Agent Smith and drank every last drop. An inspired spark ignited in his eyes, and he smiled. "Thank you, Sir!"

"Just doing my job. Now, I need you to go to New York. The locals will donate money for your trip. When you get there, you need to write. Write like you've never written before. You'll do great things with that."

"I will Mr. Smith. You can count on me."

"I'm glad," he replied, and just as quickly as he came he was gone, leaving a renewed spark of hope in Hamilton.

Satisfied with his mission, Agent Smith returned to the shuttle with impeccable timing. Thanks to the Cold Brew, Hamilton had found a new reason to live, and thus would aid in the founding of America. The two agents returned home, resting assured that America was saved.