Running With the Storm

Prologue

((A/N: All credits belong to Lin-Manuel Miranda and the other creators and actors of Hamilton the musical.))

SIX YEARS AGO

Eliza's foot tapped anxiously against the floor of the helicopter, which was taking her to a location a mile away from the warehouse that held a huge amount of dangerous drugs that were to be distributed throughout the country. At least, that's what Peggy had said.

Eliza glanced over at her sister, who was sitting sullenly across her. Peggy wasn't usually this quiet on a mission, or this sad. This worried Eliza. Peggy could see the future, meaning that since she didn't seem optimistic about the outcome of this mission, something bad was going to happen. She had already told her two sisters that this was their last mission, and that only they would be able to handle it. Peggy was barely ever clear about anything, but she wasn't usually this cryptic.

Eliza glanced at Angelica, who was staring at Peggy with concern. She was also more silent than usual, and she kept tapping her thigh and checking and rechecking her handguns.

The sisters were all dressed in matching bulletproof and flame-retardant black suits, a similar to Black Widow's from the movies, but more practical, with better protection. Each of them had a different color on their belt. Angelica was red, Eliza blue, and Peggy yellow. Unlike regular FBI agents, they didn't need helmets or bulletproof vests to do fieldwork.

The copter touched down in a field a mile away from the actual location. The Schuyler sisters gathered their gear and climbed out. They raced quietly through the woods to the imposing structure, whose broken windows and chipped paint made it a place where only the most curious -or the most stupid- would dare enter. Just a few feet away from the building, Peggy pulled her sisters behind a tree.

"This isn't going to be a regular mission," she warned in a low voice. "Our goal is to get the two hostages -a boy and a girl. They're important. We can't let them remain as prisoners."

"What do drug manufacturers want with two kids?" Eliza asked.

"You don't want to know," replied Peggy grimly. "If I scream, don't come after me. Are we ready?"

Angelica and Eliza were confused, but still they nodded. They were surprised when Peggy suddenly pulled them into a tight embrace. "I love you so much," she whispered through tears. Peggy's sisters hugged her back, even though they still didn't know what was going on. After a few minutes, they let go and continued their run to the warehouse.

The three of them entered through a large broken window, which led into a giant hall, that was filled with unrecognizable machinery. Above them was a series of catwalks, where men and women were patrolling, carrying guns. There were guards and workers stationed everywhere.

"Spread out," Angelica whispered. "Peggy, where are the kids?"

"In the basement," she replied. "I'll get them. You and Eliza will destroy the machinery and the stores of drugs."

"Got it," said Eliza. "I'll keep in touch with you both." She tapped her temple. Peggy nodded and set off to find the trapdoor, while Angelica and Eliza ran in opposite directions.

Eliza hurried over to a compressor, hiding from a pair of guards who were walking past. She placed her hands on the cold steel and imagined this machine short circuiting, coming to a slow and grinding halt. She felt the components succumbing to her telekinesis. The compressor stopped working. She heard footsteps, probably a worker coming to see why the machine wouldn't move. He turned the corner and saw her. The man's eyes widened. Eliza quickly put two fingers to her temple. I'm not here. You never saw anyone. The machine stopped on its own. The worker nodded. "Never saw...machine stopped. Gotta fix..."