Rebels & Lies
Brian Cotton
Rebels & Lies
By
Brian Cotton
Copyright © 2012 by Brian Cotton
Cover Art Copyright © 2012 by Gregory Dejaynes
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
For Chrissy,
My best friend and the best wife a man could ask for
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one”
-Edmund Burke
“Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written:
‘It is mine to avenge, I will repay,’ says the Lord.”
-Romans 12:19
Table of Contents
Chapter .01
Chapter .02
Chapter .03
Chapter .04
Chapter .05
Chapter .06
Chapter .07
Chapter .08
Chapter .09
Chapter .10
Chapter .11
Chapter .12
Chapter .13
Chapter .14
Chapter .15
Chapter .16
Chapter .17
Chapter .18
Chapter .19
Chapter .20
Chapter .21
Chapter .22
Chapter .23
Chapter .24
Chapter .25
Chapter .26
Chapter .27
Chapter .28
Chapter .29
Chapter .30
Chapter .31
Chapter .32
Chapter .33
Chapter .34
Chapter .35
Chapter .36
Chapter .37
Chapter .38
Chapter .39
Chapter .40
Chapter .41
Chapter .42
Chapter .43
Chapter .44
Chapter .45
Chapter .46
Chapter .47
Chapter .48
Chapter .49
Chapter .50
Chapter .51
Chapter .52
.Epilogue
Chapter .01
Consul Williamson, a man who pushed sixty-five but looked healthier than a twenty year old athlete, stepped up to the podium. The flocks of reporters waited in anticipation for his daily press conference. The Consul reached into his jacket pocket then held up high a tattered American flag arm patch. There were several gasps from the crowd as they flashed their cameras. They recognized the red, white, and blue insignia as being the mark of the resistance…and of a past way of life that met its end.
The rapid flashes of the cameras made the crowd look like a strobe light. There was a lot of chatter as each reporter started to beg answers from the Consul. He regained control with a motion from his hand for them to quiet down. There was instant silence: nobody disobeyed his orders. He looked onto the silent crowd with a brief moment of silence. The flashes from earlier created dots of various colors that grew brighter with each blink. With a sigh, he began his briefing.
“This flag,” Williamson said, “represents that same weakness that we so easily defeated years ago. The United Society of Reason has already freed you from their tyranny, persecution, love of violence, child pornography, and overall depravity. Let it be known that anyone who is seen supporting this flag or harboring the terrorists who bear it: you will be found. We will give this city, her citizens and brave protectors, justice: publically. Let it also be known…”
