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via Flight of the Angel Series of Books
FLIGHT OF THE ANGEL AND THE REVOLUTION OF THE PATRIOT
“Flight of the Angel spans the globe, entangling the world’s five most important geopolitical powers in a Gordian-knot struggle for their existential survival. This book is laced with a variety of appealing characters facing many real challenges as well was an occasional life-threatening situation…all as real was life itself!” (Joseph G. Pacelli, Visual Consultant)
Even though this book is entitled Revolution of the Patriot, it is actually the latest “episode” in a series of introspective novels entitled Flight of the Angel, which take a critical, comprehensive birds-eye-view of the contemporary status of America…Our own internal conflicts; our ability to confront International challenges; our tenacity as a “united nation”; and our comprehensive military-preparedness to overcome all eventualities. It is both authentic and prophetic to a point of being almost a bit scary.
When Chance Preston wins the recent presidential election, chaos ensues. Deep state holdovers from the previous presidency are crippling his succession, stalling efforts on every front to orchestrate a successful transition. Corruption is rampant. Federal Agencies are resisting the new administration. Elements of the CIA, FBI, IRS, State Department, and the Justice Department are corrupt, measured in decades of abuse….the Deep State. As a result, the new President elects to take dramatic measures to overcome these challenges and ensure the future of America by creating the American Military Resistance (AMR): a temporary agency tasked with maintaining authority until the government can be cleansed of corruption. Meanwhile, America is gripped in a constitutional crisis. Global events are spinning worldwide turmoil; it is a dangerous time to be alive. In such dire times only a President like Chance Preston could bring the strength and wisdom needed to life the country out of chaos, but everything is stacked against him…Until…
The cold war and the return of the Bolshevik in this exciting high action drama
The sun glints off the barn roof in the fading afternoon light. It is a wintery day, cold and brisk. Inside the barn we can hear some unfriendly comments coming from Chappy Carson as he tries to settle a thrashing Stallion that has managed to kick his trough into pieces sending dangerous splinters into the neighboring stalls.
“God damn you Diablo…you son of an Indian Paint son of a bitch…I should have sent you packing with the rest of the bunch I sold to that dumb ass horse trader from New Mexico….”
His dog Burl squirrels out of sight for he knows how his Master can vent …sometimes offering an unfriendly kick in his direction. Chappy’s cell phone rings. He ignores it, then pulls it from his leather jacket hip pocket and checks the caller. It is the CIA calling…it is Chip Davis. He gets part of Chappy’s vent as well.
“You picked a bad time to call a rowdy horse wrangler…I’m about ready to make Mustang Stew.”
Chip ducks that one.
“You following the press in Russia?”
Chip slams the gate shut and moves toward the barn door.
“Let me call you back in five Chip.”
He pockets the phone and heads out of the barn. A gust of wind catches the door and it goes wide. Burl scurries out into the night. Chappy wields the door against the wind and latches it tight. Ducking his head into the wind he heads for the house a half a hundred yards into the darkness.
Reaching the house, Chappy moves toward the metal kick plate to scrape his boots from any residual horseshit from his ordeal, lifts the latch and opens the door. Burl lunges in between movements to avoid being left to the night in the doghouse. He hangs his coat and sails his stetson onto a rack and makes his way to the bar. He pulls a tumbler from the rack and uncorks a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label and pours three fingers, then makes his way toward his desk. Realizing his phone is still in his jacket he retrieves it and settles into a comfortable chair at his desk. He pulls a drawer open and props his boots on it and captures his thoughts for the phone call to Chip. He sips from the tumbler…thinking…the Crimean. Kozmotyn was pretty slick the way he financed the invasion of the Crimean Peninsula with unfinished hotels and sporting arenas from the Olympic games budget. He presses a code on his phone and it bleeps out the secure number to the Number Two guy at the CIA….Chip Davis.
“Done shoveling horseshit partner?” Chip chuckles.
Chappy takes it in stride.
“It is safer to shoveling horseshit than stepping in bullshit every time you leave your little office there Chip.”
Chip laughs at this comment.
“Well you know we are in one hell of a dilemma in the Baltic.”