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[cabbxges-and-kings]

( A.braham W.oodhull ; continued )

THE-1890S-RUNAWAY SAID: “was this whole cloak and dagger thing really necessary?” ( Abe! // cabbxges-and-kings btw happy bday Richard )

“Look, I’m not used to this whole spyin’ thing, a'righ’? I was told to come prepared,” hissed the clergyman, under the quietest of breaths as he walked out of the shadows, revealing himself to Abe, literally wearing a cloak and concealed dagger. “And if ye’ have any complaints, save it for Major Tallmadge. He as the one who ordered me to keep an eye on ye’ with this whole business in New York.– Speakin’ of which, wha’ exactly do ye’ aim to accomplish in New York?”

        𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 “𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥'' 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. A heavy cloak laid upon his soldiers and in the alleyway lamp, he could see the shine of a sharp dagger just in reach. 

        Abraham was accustomed to strangers in the city. This man and his unique accent were no different. Men looking for extra shillings would call out to him on street corners and he passed by the rather forgettable faces of young boys in red coats every day. As long as Abe’s face and voice remained as unknown as everyone else was to him--a man in a crowd of many--he was fine with keeping his identity close to his chest in the city. He could manage only speaking to a person here and there to keep a suspicious eye off him and alight the sweet accomplished feeling he gained when he gathered sufficient intelligence that he could pass over to Caleb. 

        With this man’s unfamiliarity came suspicion and Abraham kept his stance guarded, his foot rooted to the ground as he kept his hands on his hips. He could feel the weight of his concealed knife under his sleeve. Even with the man’s unfamiliarity in Abe’s mind, he did remember the piece of intel that was passed onto him in his last meeting with Caleb: they found someone in York City, a clergyman, but the details were sparse and the information nested in the back of his mind, only to resurface when the man escaped the shadowy depths of the alleyway. Abraham cast a wary glance towards the open mouth of the alleyway, watching for any lingering citizens that could've been listening in on their conversation. In the dead of night, in an alleyway, Abe knew their current predicament would sway suspicion their way if any redcoat caught onto them with the rumors of spies infiltrating the city. The man’s cape and clutched dagger didn’t help either to avoid skepticism.

        His eyebrows furrowed at the man’s admittance and his voice was quick to grow fiery. ❝ Ben? He- he sent you to watch me? ❞ The previous instances where Abe tried to cut himself loose from the ring were out of mind when it came to the idea of Ben sending someone else to watch over him. Abraham had a man in York City who could get them information without the need for Abe to cough up excuses for why he was traveling away from his hometown for a few days. He just had to persuade him, but he believed it was possible. The farmer scoffed at the idea of Ben employing someone else to watch over him. It wasn’t required and frankly, it showed what little trust Ben had for him.

        His lips thinned as he shook his head. ❝ No, no, this isn’t going to work. ❞ He paced a little in his place and then finally stood still, looking up at the man before him. ❝ My business in York City is none of your business. Whatever Ben told you, forget it. ❞

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