The Patriot Acts

Robert L. Glover Jr.

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The Patriot Acts tells the story of James Franklin a everyday man with a family. He works in New York city at the World Trade Center. Upon returning to work after a vacation he is there for the attacks on 9/11. James miraculously survives the attack and is in a coma for 25 years. Upon his awakening he finds that the world that he left and that he remembers is no longer there. James finds that the United States has become a complete totalitarian society and is ruled by something called the Guardians which are controlled by the Watchers. James finds that there are people that fight the State and they are called the Resistors of which he becomes one of them after escaping. He begins a search for his family which leads him to his children and a terrible realization that his son is one Guardians! To stop the Watchers from total world domination does he destroy his son after 25 year? This is the dilemma that James finds himself in to see how he deals with this dilemma read The Patriot Acts!

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Acts
• Patriot
• Acts of the Apostles
• Glover
• Robert
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 08 juillet 2011
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781463425326
• Langue: English

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THE PATRIOT ACTS
 
 
 
 
By Robert L. Glover Jr.
 
 
 
Editor: Nichelle Smith
 


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© 2011 Robert L. Glover Jr. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 06/28/2023
 
ISBN: 978-1-4634-2533-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4634-2531-9 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4634-2532-6 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011910732
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Dedication
Forward
Prologue
 
Chapter One: Everyday People
Chapter Two: The calm before the storm.
Chapter Three: The end of days.
Chapter Four: The Awakening
Chapter Five: The Escape
Chapter Six: 9/11.
Chapter Seven: The Birth of the Patriots
Chapter Eight: A World Gone Mad
Chapter Nine: The Attack on the Watchers
Chapter Ten: The Guardian Unmasked
Chapter Eleven: This Man this Monster
Chapter Twelve: A Taste of Armageddon
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my wife HOPE R. GLOVER and my daughter SANDRA M. GLOVER., who both inspired me to write this book.
Forward
This book is dedicated to all of the men and women that lost their lives in the terrorist attack of September 11 th 2001. It is dedicated to the families who lost loved ones and to the police and firemen who gave their lives attempting to rescue the victims of the terrorist attack on New York City; may we never have to endure another tragedy like the one we endured that day. May we remain vigilant and learn to become a better people and a better country because of it, as well as a stronger united country.
 
Prologue
I awaken and suddenly my eyes see light but I cannot focus on the light and panic sets in. My body feels like it doesn’t belong to me. I give it a command to move, and to sit or to stand, but nothing happens. I cry out the words but nothing is coming out of my mouth, so I scream within my mind move damn it, but still nothing happens. “What is wrong with me I ask myself?” I begin to sweat and I try to call out again but no words come out. I can feel someone in the room with me but I also feel so alone. God in heaven I pray what is happening to me. My mind cannot or will not respond to me. Suddenly I begin to focus and I can see shadows, I can feel that I am lying down but I am still disoriented as everything still is spinning. Then I can feel the hands of another person as I lie trashing about; it is hard to breathe to catch my breath, then I can hear soothing words but I can barely make them out. What’s wrong with me, why can’t I hear or see, why am I lying here at least I think that I’m lying down. I start to hyperventilate I can’t breathe my heart is beating faster, am I having a heart attack or something? I can’t tell; I feel hands holding me down, I try again to speak t the words to communicate, I ask, “Where am I?” But the words do not come out “calm down” are the words I hear; so I try but it is hard I cannot make every word out only bits and pieces. “Someone help me,” I scream to myself. Am I alive or am I dead? Is this what death is like? What the hell is going on? I get no answer back. Are my vocal cords working or not? I don’t know but I must get up, I must find out what is going on. Then there are all of these memories of my wife, my children I call out to them “Sharon, James Sandra” but no one answers. Am I going mad? I begin to thrash even more violently than before and I feel a pinch in my arm and then the sensation of drifting away; suddenly it comes back to me that something horrible has happened to me and I begin to remember about my job, my life and the day that I died!
 
The Patriot Acts
Written by Robert L. Glover Jr
Chapter One: Everyday People
My name is James Franklin, and I am a happily married man. I have been married for the last thirteen years to the most beautiful woman in the world. People say that the number thirteen is an unlucky number, but for me the number thirteen has brought me nothing but thirteen years of happiness. My wife Sharon has given me two beautiful children, Sandy and James Jr. We live in New Jersey, in a place called Washington Township, they have just built a new housing development here and the homes are beautiful. I work in New York, New York City to be precise, The Big Apple; I feel that I am lucky to be where I am. I work as an investment banker for a major brokerage firm, and I have worked here for fifteen years I started on Wall Street fifteen years ago when I was fresh out of college; I did an internship on Wall Street right after I attended Columbia University right here in New York City. Then I attended the Wharton School of Business in Philadelphia; it is part of the University of Pennsylvania, and I graduated from there with a Masters Degree in business administration. I met my wife Sharon while I was attending the Wharton School of Business; She is from Philadelphia and we got married right after I finished at Wharton. Sharon is a beautiful woman if I may say so; she is beautiful both inside and out, the kind of woman who makes your heart sing and I love her to death. I feel as if my life is complete with Sharon, and I love my wife and family very much.
We are enjoying the last remnants of the summer and we are on our family vacation in Wildwood New Jersey. We usually go some place exotic; like last year we went to Europe but this time we decided to stay close to home. It is August 26th, 2001, and we are here for a week. We are going to have the time of our lives because we are here with my parents, and they own a condominium here in Wildwood Crest. I am looking forward to spending this time with my family before I go back to work; man, I love my job, but it can be very stressful, you see I work in the World Trade Center. Our brokerage firm moved to the World Trade Center in 1992. My wife and my parents have their reservations about me working there, especially after the terrorist attack there in 1993 but I have been here since 1992, and I have no reservations about my safety. I believe that our government is doing everything they can to keep us safe from terrorist attacks. That was just a single, isolated incident, and the terrorists were not even successful with that one. Most of my co-workers have this opinion about working at the World Trade Center; we look at terrorist as being totally unsophisticated and crude in their manner of operations. How could they ever be a serious threat to this country? Oh sure they almost succeeded in 1993, but they took us by surprise, right? I mean they will never take us by surprise again., Even so I do not want to think about that right now; I just want to sit back and enjoy my vacation, like I said, I am here with my family and this is all that I want to think about right now. The beach is crowded this time of year, and after we arrive, that is the first place that we head for. Man, we do not even get to unpack before the children want to hit the beach, so we all change into our bathing suits and head out to the beach. I get a chance to spend time with my wife as the children frolic in the water, my mom and dad, always go through their same ritual, they hold hands and loose themselves as they walk along the beach.
“James”, Sharon says to me “how do I look?”
“You look great baby, just like the day I married you, did you really have two children?”
“You know that I did James; you were right there for the birth of each one of them, remember that I cursed you the whole time that I was in labor when Jimmy was born”. I said “it was your fault.”
“I remember how angry you were that day, huffing, pushing, and cursing. What were you so mad about and why were you cursing?”
“Why was I cursing you beast, you made me pregnant, did you not?”
“Yeah, I rather remember something like that, and when Sandy was born, you let me have it again, hey, what is with you and childbirth?”
“Oh James, forget about it; it was worth the pain, we have two beautiful children from it, so be happy.”
“I guess that you are right baby, boy you look good in that swimsuit.”
As we watch my mother and father walk along the beach, it is a pleasure to see two people remain in love for so long, the gift that they have given me is the gift of a perfect marriage, the gift that shows me how to build and maintain my marriage. That is what they have given me, and I love them for it very, very much. Therefore, we sit back on the beach; I go into the water with Sharon and the children as we splash each other and dive into the waves.
“Honey, hold still,” Sharon says to me, “I want to get a shot of you riding that wave in, okay.”
“Okay baby, here I come,” as I ride the wave in, the surf in my mouth, it tastes horrible and kind of salty.
“Now I want to get one of you and the children together and everybody pose, now!”
I stand with our two children as my wife snaps the photo and we make clowning gestures and Sharon loves it. Of course my wife wants to take pictures, she always wants to have a history of every thing that we do as a family and I th