Ok, I'll do another one
Lewis: "Come on, William." William Clark was trudging behind, with our coded compass. It had a tip that would find our next clue, probably a metal. We slowly walked across Louisiana, as assigned by Tomas leader Thomas Jefferson. There were coded scratches on the back, in case another Tomas came along. I helped recruit Clark, another Tomas, and we were close. I held my map when Clark blinked twice. I saw a bush move. Clark jumped up.
"WE'RE HERE! THE CLUE IS COPPE..."
I shushed him. I pushed him down and Clark started to protest. "What was that for..."
A gust of wind flew by and an bullet was imbedded in a tree trunk next to us.
"I doubt it." I brandished my tomahawk. Clark grabbed his rifle. Bare-chested men jumped out and glared. Each holding a weapon.
Clark: I was kind of scared. I clutched my rifle tighter and aimed. A few seconds passed, full of silence.Suddenly, a man shot his pistol. I crumpled to the floor. In anger, I fired my rifle at his chest after. The man stumbled back, and tripped on a rock. Then. Everything broke out.
I reloaded on the ground. I fired again. The man crumpled. Lewis hacked with his Tomahawk, cutting down each man, Tomas style. I then grabbed the legs of one man and pulled him down, and stole his pistol. I kicked him with my good leg and the man rolled into the tree. My new pistol worked surprisingly well. It was a good pistol. I fired and Lewis brandished a gun of his own. Men kept jumping out, and I was starting to get tired. My leg was in agony and leaning against a rock helps a bit. I had several cuts and bruises. Finally, there was one man. He held a strange rod in his arms. "Now You are going to pay for their deaths."
Lewis: He was aiming at Clark. My weapon was out of bullets. I'd thrown my tomahawk. William knew the clue. What good was I?
The rod was still pointed at Clark. It blasted a bullet, a special modified one. I threw myself in the air, trying to grab the rod. "FOR THOMAS CAHILL!!"
Then, everything went dark.
Clark: Lewis? What happened? I had shut my eyes and when I opened it, a body lay on the floor, covered with bullet holes. I choked. The man stood, reloading. I ran up with my bad leg, grabbed the rod, and broke it over his head. The man slumped on the floor. I crawled over to Lewis. I checked his pulse. He was dead. My good friend. Gone because of the clue hunt. Sure he was bossy but...
I grabbed a piece of the rod that took his life. Surely, there would be a Lucian crest. There was a gold V. What?
That wasn't important. I threw my compass in the bushes, armed with the fact of the clue, copper. I fired a pistol in the air a bunch of times. Morse code for "THEY HAVE GOT US."
And I slumped on the floor next to Lewis, sobbing.