Will Edwinson

Author & Storyteller

Shadow Revolution


What if There Were A 21st Century Revolution in the United States? 

What would life be like if such a scenario were to develop?


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Following is a series of previews from Will’s new novel,, SHADOW REVOLUTION. They are in seven different episodes taken at random throughout the book.  You can pick and choose, or read them all to see if you would like to read the book.




Preview begins with the Preface which states:


Those who ignore history are doomed to relive it.  If you could choose one task at which you were assured you could not fail, what would that task be?  Titus Coppard is on such a quest.

This is his story.

SHADOW REVOLUTION is a political fantasy—or is it?  Perhaps it portends a replay of history. It is a story about a group of people who decide to rid themselves of an overpowering government. Be forewarned, some readers may take this story seriously, which means I have successfully spun an interesting tale.  It is not a manifesto, nor is it intended to be.  It is an interesting adventure in human nature as expressed by Thomas Jefferson when he wrote in the Declaration of Independence. : ….”all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they have been accustomed.”

It is a politically incorrect allegory containing material hazardous to some peoples’ health in that it could cause a significant rise in their blood pressure.

Reader discretion is advised.

The characters are fictitious, the names are fictitious, or are used fictitiously, and any similarity to persons living or dead is coincidental.


The revolutionists have had it with over-regulation and government encroachment into their private lives.  They try to elect people to Congress who will steer the country back to original principles of the Constitution, but to no avail.  They fear the country is on a fast track toward political suicide, and it appears that the people don’t want to return to constitutional principles.  The revolutionists turn to more drastic measures.

They go underground and organize an exodus of like-minded people (a shadow revolution) to eighteen Western states.  They involve themselves in politics to gain ideological control of these respective legislatures for the purpose of seceding in one block to form the new Free States of North America.  Do they succeed in their quest, or does the old United States declare war on the new nation and bring these states back into the union?

The story begins with the prologue  at mid-night,  July 6, in the year 2010.  Titus Coppard and Robert Stratford converse by telephone.  Titus tells Bob:  “Okay, Bob, it’s time.  Release Paris.”

“Done,” Bob says.


Preview Episode One:Prologue Synopsis

8:00 a.m. July 6, 2010

The End Begins

     The eastern half of the United States is in utter confusion.  Banks are inoperable, retail stores are inoperable, Trains are put on hold, and planes are grounded.  Military “smart” weapons are rendered useless. In general—everything has come to a screeching halt. Life in the eastern half of the United States has just been set back one hundred or more years to a pre-1900 life-style.

Preview Episode Two:  Story reverts back to year 1994.

November 1994

Titus Coppard and his colleague, Cy Martin discuss  the 1994 Republican  election victory, and the impact it could have on the country.  Cy is dubious.  He doesn’t think it will have much of an impact.  He tells Titus,  “…I think we’re going to see special interest groups take the offensive like we’ve never seen before, Titus. There’s a dependency class out there, and it’s well organized. We now have an entire generation that’s been exposed to government entitlements, mandates, regulation, and high taxes.  They think it’s always been this way. They have no reason to believe otherwise because they’ve never known anything else.”

Cy thinks they should move forward with their plan.  He tells Titus their colleague Brian Manning has found a person who is fifty years ahead of the field in computer technology and might be a big help in the final stages of their campaign..

“You really think so? Titus asks. “You mean that may actually be possible?  When we first started talking about that, no one was really that serious about it, were they? I thought it would be nice but I didn’t think it was possible.  I regarded it as science fiction. You, know, Star Trek stuff.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” Cy said. He tells Titus he thinks they can recruit him to their cause.

Titus tells him to set up a meeting.

Two days later:

Titus, Cy, Brian Manning, and the new guy, Robert Stratford, meet in Brian Manning’s office.  Stratford explains that compared to his knowledge, present day computer science is little more than grammar school level.  Titus asks him if he can accomplish what they want done.  He tells them, no problem.

He also shows them a de-listening device he has developed.  He explains to them that he thinks they are being watched by the government, and they should use extreme caution when meeting.  Titus is disturbed to learn that they might be under surveillance.  Titus asks him if he is interested in joining their cause.  He says he is.

They decide to move ahead with their plan, and they name it, Code Name: Operation Achilles.

They end their meeting.

On the way home from the meeting Titus gets pulled over by the County Sheriff.

Titus is thinking, I wonder why he’s pulling me over? I wonder if he spotted my and Cy’s cars outside Brian Manning’s office, and he suspects something?  Robert Stratford did mention there’s a possibility we’re under surveillance.

More to come. Stay Tuned for Episode Three.

Preview: Episode Three

A meeting with all the major elitist mainstream media moguls takes place. They’re upset because they feel threatened that the conservative radio talk shows are cutting into their monopoly of controlled news.

They plan strategies to get these people off the air. They spend the whole day brainstorming ideas for getting the conservative talk show hosts off the air, and for furthering the Progressive movement in the country.

An excerpt:

The chairman and CEO of the largest of the three major networks had called the meeting this morning to discuss strategy to recapture their position as the power influence of the country. Talk radio had cut deep in to their ratings and influence.  This posed a powerful threat to the exclusive position the mainstream media once held, and these liberal, socialist, media elitists were infuriated by this.  He had decided that something must be done to bring this ‘new media’ to its knees. Guys like Bobby Lambert, Guy Bench, and Skip Hansen with their radio talk shows, and Mark Drummond with his “Drummond Report” on the Internet had to be stopped. Through them the ‘little’ people were becoming enlightened to what was going on behind their backs. Little people, in his mind and those of his cohorts in the media, were those who were not members of this elitist club, and who earned less than $500,000 a year.

The American people had allowed themselves to be lulled to sleep by the three major media networks these past 35 years. As a result, they lost many of their freedoms through various forms of social legislation. Just when the mainstream media thought it had succeeded in entrancing the people, along came talk radio and woke them up.

Top moguls of the mainstream media were at this meeting; including a member from each of the executive staffs of all three major networks and CNN, as well as selected network newscasters, print media editors, and the powerbrokers of the Democrat and Republican leadership.

The network Board Chairman took his seat and called the meeting to order.  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “we have a problem. I don’t think any of us expected the last election results to turn out as it did. It looks as though the little people are finally waking up. This is not good for us. We nearly had things positioned to where we could have reached our objective of bringing America into a socialist state. One more election and we would have been there.

“I don’t think I have to tell you how serious this is. Thanks to that damned Bobby Lambert and what he calls the new media, we have suffered a dramatic setback. We may have underestimated him, and above all, we may have underestimated the intelligence of the American people. The old saws that we have used in the past to ridicule conservatives are not working anymore. In fact, in some ways, they are actually backfiring on us.”

He got up and paced the room as he spoke. “With the old Congress I’m certain we would have had Lambert and every other conservative talk show host off the air by this time next year. Now it will probably be three years, at least, before we’re able to do anything like that. They can do a lot of damage to us in three years. Our credibility has never been challenged because we’ve had no one out there on the airwaves to oppose us.

“Lambert has made a great many inroads, however. He is referred to as the ‘Thomas Paine of the 1990s.’  What would have been fairly easy to do two years ago, or even last year, will now be much more difficult.”

He reached for a glass on the table, took a sip of water, and continued.  “This means we must launch an even greater offensive on the merits of socialism and how it benefits the little people. We must remain proactive. Stay on the attack. We’ll start by putting a spin on this election that will paint the new Congress as the most uncompassionate, hardhearted, mean-spirited, selfish favor-the-rich Congress in recent history. We have to convince the American people that they made a classic mistake in electing conservatives to Congress, even if it means we have to lie occasionally, and we’ve got to keep the pressure on class envy. That’s the one sure tool for victory to our socialist agenda. We must keep it fomented.”

He picked up his glass for another sip of water and cleared his throat. “I’ve called this meeting this morning to see how many ideas we can brainstorm, and to develop a strategy for hindering these conservative bastards in their quest to return this country to a federalist system where the states assert their rights as separate republics when they determine it’s necessary. Socialism will not work under such diverse power. The power has to remain centralized.”

Later on in the story:

Titus  and  Jack Taylor discuss plans for the revolutionists’ first convention where Titus outlines the purpose of the operation.

An excerpt from Chapter four:

Jack Taylor was an avid student of the U.S. Constitution and understood it as the framers meant it to be. It was largely because of his passion for a life free of government restraints that their movement gained the momentum it did in such a short time. His passion was the same as that of the original patriots of the 1700s, and it spilled out in every issue of the newsletter. He, too, was a modern Thomas Paine. He picked up the phone on the second ring.

“Jack?” he heard a voice ask from the other end. “Titus here. How’re things going at The New Patriot?”

“Couldn’t be better, Titus. I’ve got another edition ready to go out that warns of the ever increasing encroachments of our government and the dangers they pose to our liberties.”

“Sounds good. I’ve also got something I want you to include in next month’s issue. Can you make room for it?”

“I can certainly try. What is it?”

“Well, the way things are going in the media, and the way Congress is waffling, I think its time we start to press our campaign forward with more vigor.”

“That’s great, Titus. Those are words I’ve been waiting two years to hear.  What do you have in mind?”

“I think it’s time to call our first convention, and I think the week following July fourth would be appropriate, don’t you?”

“Yes, I agree. That’ll give us a little over six months to put it together. A big job, but we can do it.  Do you have a location in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.   I have this millionaire friend—who is also a member of our movement—by the way. He owns a large lodge located in a remote area of Central Idaho’s mountains.   He uses it to entertain top performers in his company.  I’m sure he’ll grant us the use of it.”

“Sounds great, but will it be large enough to accommodate a couple hundred people?”

“I think so. The lodge itself has a room large enough for our general assembly, and there are other rooms where we can hold private committee meetings.”

“What about sleeping quarters, and food?”

“There are a few cabins on the property, and there is ample property to park campers, or set up tents.  And when you send out the notice in the newsletter, you can ask if there are any

members who are caterers that would be willing to cater the meals.  It won’t be like staying at the Waldorf Astoria, or the Ritz, but I think we can make do for the few days needed.”

“Sounds good, Jack said.”

“OK, here’s what I want you to do.”

Jack listened as Titus explained that he was to publish a section in the newsletter outlining the plans for their first convention. Every precinct of the underground was to select four delegates. These delegates were to have full authority to make decisions and vote on behalf of each of their respective precincts. All resolutions adopted at this convention would be final.

Time was of the essence, and there would be no time for haggling after the convention among the various precincts. The purpose of the convention was to develop and formulate strategy for taking back citizen control of the government.

He also admonished Jack to stress that top security was of the utmost importance. No one was to talk of this outside the underground. There was too much at stake to risk being discovered now. Each member was to memorize the information, then follow normal procedure and destroy the newsletter. Even though it was written in coded language, they still couldn’t afford the risk of it falling into the wrong hands.

There had been leaks in the past, and some in the media picked up on them, but they were passed off as a minor faction of radical crackpots who presented no real threat to the U.S. Government.

This suited the Revolutionists just fine. As long as they were considered a radical crackpot minority, it offered their activities more covert status. The situation, however, was reaching the point where leaks might be taken seriously, and that was something they definitely did not need right now.  When he finished his instructions, Titus said to Jack, “I think that about covers it for now. What do you think?”

“Yes, I think we have enough to get started. We can supply details in more depth as we get closer to the convention.”

At the convention, he explains that the purpose of their campaign is to separate eighteen Western states from the union to form the new Free States of America and return  back to the original principles of the Constitution.  They will do away with most administrative law that has been instituted the last hundred years in the old United States; thus eliminating many of the bloated bureaucracies and their insidious regulations.

Preview: Episode four:

Brian Manning has an ongoing battle with Caleb Hayes of the IRS;

An Excerpt from chapter five:

Brian Manning poured over the papers on his desk. When is this going to end? he thought, as he organized his papers for the scheduled meeting that was to take place later that morning with IRS agent Caleb Hayes. Everything they’ve asked for, I’ve given them. After three years they haven’t been able to find anything wrong, and yet they still persist.

He arrived at the IRS office right on schedule and greeted agent Hays’ secretary with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Marion.” He liked her much more than he did her boss. He felt she was sympathetic to his case, and that she didn’t understand why her boss persisted in pursuing it.

She returned his smile. “Good morning, Mr. Manning.”

“Would you please tell Mr. Hayes I’m here,” he said.

She buzzed agent Hayes on the intercom. “Mr. Manning is here to see you, sir.”

“Thank you, Marion. I’m not quite ready for him yet. I’ll let you know when to send him in.”

She turned to Brian, “Mr. Hayes says— “

Brian smirked and waved her off. “Thanks, Marion, I heard.


Hayes flipped off the intercom and sat back in his chair. Caleb Hayes lived alone. He had no close friends. Everywhere he went, people paid no attention to him; except here in this office, or wherever else he met people in his official capacity.  He enjoyed the power his position afforded him.  He sat there thinking.  I’ll let Mr. Manning cool his heels for a few minutes. The longer he sits out there and stews, the more nervous and agitated he may become, thereby enhancing his chances of tripping himself up.  I’ve got to come up with some reason to keep this investigation on going.  So far, I haven’t found any legitimate reason for not closing this case, but director Klingher wants it to continue, so I’ll press on.  Twenty minutes later he buzzed his secretary and told her to send in Mr. Manning.


As he entered the office, Brian looked at agent Hayes. A balding man, his short frumpy stature, stooped shoulders, curved spine, and small beady eyes were enough to make him appear invisible in a room full of people.  He saw the smug look on Hayes’ face and sensed the game the IRS agent was playing. He was on Hayes’ turf and Hayes was in control. It agitated Brian to be controlled like this, not able to fight back.

Hayes spoke.  “Well, Mr. Manning, I hope you have everything I asked for, and it’s all in order. I have a very busy schedule today, so I can’t be wasting a lot of time hassling over inconsequential details.”

Brian could hardly conceal his incredulity. He remained silent. Inconsequential details are all this investigation has ever been about. If you’re so damned concerned about your busy schedule and the wasting of time, why are you continuing this ridiculous charade of an investigation?  He looked up from his briefcase from which he had been removing his papers.

“Where would you like to begin?” he asked.

“Let’s begin with last year’s gross receipts.”

“We went over that data in great detail at our last meeting,” Brian reminded him. “It has nothing to do with the information you requested I bring in today.”

“I know that Mr. Manning, but I’m still not satisfied your information is correct.”

“If you don’t mind, sir, since I thought we had been over that subject at our last meeting, and that we were through with it, I didn’t bring that information with me today, so I’m not prepared to discuss it.”

“I have copies; we’ll use mine.”

“No disrespect intended, sir, but I would feel more comfortable if I had my own data.”

“What are you afraid of, Mr. Manning?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.  I’d just feel more comfortable having my own data. If we finally reach an agreement, I would like to have the data present so we could document that agreement on both our copies at the same time.”

Caleb Hayes’ beady little eyes glared at Brian. “Very well,” he said, “let’s get on with what you have brought.”

Brian removed the rest of the papers from his briefcase and they proceeded with their debate. Every time Brian tried to explain something to agent Hayes, the agent had some objection. The harassment went on and on.

“… I’m sorry, Mr. Manning, but I cannot accept that.” , and  “… That data is not admissible,” and “… What proof do you have that this data is correct? Mr. Manning.”

With this last objection, and in spite of his resolve to not let it happen, Brian’s frustration got the better of him, and his voice developed an edge. “The same kind of proof that everyone else uses; the same kind of proof that is normally accepted by the IRS. You tell me that you can’t accept this data, but I’m sure you’ve been digging as deep into my affairs as is humanly possible. Why haven’t you filed any charges against me if you’re so damned certain I’m defrauding the government? What you are doing, sir, is pure unmitigated harassment.”

They locked eyes. Brian saw that same smug smirk again. He hated that smirk.  The bantering went on for another three hours with them getting nowhere.

Finally Brian said, “This has been a waste of time for both of us, Mr. Hayes. I was under the impression from our last meeting that you were willing to bring this matter to a timely close. It’s obvious from your attitude today that you’re not interested in settling this dispute in a reasonable manner.”  He rose and started gathering together his papers. “If you think for one minute that I’m going to pay $250,000 in taxes that I don’t owe, I’ll see you in hell first.”

“Suit yourself, Mr. Manning. But let me remind you that the government has virtually unlimited resources. We can, and we will, pursue this matter for as long as it takes to either wear you down, or break you financially. Is that what you want, Mr. Manning?”

Brian was astounded at the IRS agent’s arrogance. “You have been investigating me for three years now, with no charges filed. What I want, agent, Hayes, is justice, and I will have it. You can count on that. Maybe not today, but someday—I assure you.”

Once again, Brian watched as that self-righteous look appeared on Agent Hayes’ face. A look he  abhorred,

“Good luck, Mr. Manning.  Since you are being uncooperative, you leave me no choice but to move this case up to my superior. He works directly with Director Klingher.”

“You do that, Mr. Hayes. I have a feeling that it’s your superiors, and especially Director Klingher, who are going to need the good luck. Good day to you, sir.” With that, he finished packing his papers into his briefcase and stormed out the door.

Agent Hayes sat at his desk pondering Brian Manning’s last statement.  Something about Brian’s conviction unnerved him.

Preview: Episode Five

Maura O’keefe, Titus’ love interest is introduced into the story and comes onboard to help with the campaign.

An excerpt from chapter six.

Titus watched as Maura O’Keefe drove into the car agency parking lot. He thought about how much he liked and admired her. She was nearly 20 years his junior, but they still shared many things in common. They had met about a year earlier when he sold her a new car, and his attraction to her continued from that first day. Her long, flaming, red hair, indicative of her Irish heritage, accented her tall, willowy, five-foot-nine-inch stature. Her slender hips flowed into long sensual legs, and her small, but shapely breasts were exquisite. A high intelligence was reflected in her goddess-like face and in her blue-gray eyes. Not only was she physically attractive, she also possessed a razor sharp mind with negotiating skills akin to the old horse-trader style of his grandfather. Titus respected that and enjoyed sparring with her.

She exuded a purity and innocence that sparked a desire to cloak her in his protection. They hit it off almost immediately, and he was comfortable in her company. Maura was the first woman to capture as much of his heart as had Mary, his late wife. At last he found someone whom he thought could be another soul mate. He had been in a relationship or two over the years, but none that could replace Mary—not until he met Maura, anyway. . .

Titus had summoned her to his office this morning for a special reason. He recognized Maura’s organizational abilities and decided to take her into his confidence. They exchanged small talk over a cup of coffee, after which he’d explained to her why he had called her in.

“Maura,” he said, “I’ve asked you in here this morning because I have something very important I need done, and I think you’re the one to do it. I’ve watched you this past year and have gained great respect for your mind and abilities.”

He took a reflective pause before he spoke again. “Are you familiar with an underground movement known as the Revolutionists?”

“I’ve heard a little bit about them.”

“What have you heard?”

“That they are some sort of tax-protest group and the IRS is getting ready to crack down on them.”

“That’s all you’ve heard about them?”


“Have you heard anything about who may be at the head of this movement?”

“Not really. Wait a minute, I did hear something about that. Someone by the name of Brian Manning, I believe. The IRS has had a running investigation against him for two or three years now. Is he the head of the group?”

“Not exactly, but he is involved. I’ll tell you more about him later when I’ve filled you in on what it is I want you to do for us.”

Maura looked at Titus with that inquisitive glint in her eye that had become so familiar to him this past year. “Titus? What’s going on? Are you involved with that bunch?”     “I’m afraid I am, Maura. Right up to here.” He placed his index finger just under his chin. “I’m one of the major players, but the Revolutionist movement isn’t what you’ve heard it to be. It’s not a tax-revolt organization; it’s much bigger than that. It’s a….

Preview: Episode six.


The overreach of the oppressive federal government continues

Excerpts from chapter eight

Idaho State Treasurer Lyda Evans and the state comptroller, Justin Wilson, perused the morning computer printouts of the state finances. They were interrupted by a buzz on Lyda’s intercom.

“Mrs. Evans, there is a gentleman here in my office who says he is from the Securities and Exchange Commission and insists on seeing you right away.”

“Does he say what he wants to see me about?”

“I asked him, but he insists on speaking only with you.”

Lyda’s, tone of voice reflected her annoyance. “Tell him that he has come at a very busy time, and that if he wishes to speak to me, he should call ahead and make an appointment.”

“OK, I’ll tell him.”

Lyda heard her secretary’s protest from the outer office. “Sir, you can’t go in there without an appointment!”  She looked up from her desk as a man stormed into her office.

“Mrs. Evans!” the man shouted. “Do you realize who you are dealing with here?”

“Yes, sir, I think I do. I’m obviously dealing with a very rude and crude man who thinks that because he is a federal bureaucrat, he has the right to barge into my office and throw his weight around. If you have business with me, sir, you can make an appointment the same as anyone else. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do.”

“Mrs. Evans, I’m with the Securities and Exchange Commission. I have a team with me, and we are here to audit your state books. After the fiasco that happened in Orange County, California, the commission feels it necessary to keep tabs on the states and their investments. We’re only here to help keep you out of trouble.”

“Mr., whatever your name is—”

“Aldrich,” he said.

“Mr. Aldrich, let me tell you something. When someone says to me, ‘I’m from the government, and we only want to help you,’ that’s when I become very wary. We here in the state of Idaho are very capable of managing our own financial affairs. We didn’t ask for your assistance. We don’t need your assistance. Above all, we don’t want your assistance, and I’ll thank you to leave my office immediately! Is that understood, Mr. Aldrich?”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand what you said, but I don’t think you understand what I said. I said we are here to audit your books and to help you stay out of trouble, financially and legally.”

“And again I say to you, Mr. Aldrich, please leave my office this instant, or I’ll call Security and have you removed for interrupting state business! Do I make myself clear?”

He looked at her; his stare was cold and hard. She felt an icy chill as her heart rate increased.

“Perfectly … clear … Mrs. Evans. I’ll be back, and next time I’ll have federal warrants for your and Mr. Wilson’s arrests for interfering with federal business. . . .”

. . . After Aldrich left, Justin Wilson walked over and filled his coffee mug. He turned and addressed Lyda, who, tough as she was, showed visible signs of uneasiness over her altercation with the federal bureaucrat. “Do you think he’ll be back?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, he’ll be back,” she answered. “Those federal bureaucrats don’t like being rebuked. He’ll be back all right. I think we need to let Titus know about this.”

She laid her bug de-activator on the desk and dialed Titus’ number. Maura answered the phone.


. . .    Lyda was stunned at what she was witnessing. It did not take Mr. Aldrich long to make good on his threat. One week after he was asked to leave the state treasurer’s office, he was back, accompanied by federal marshals with warrants for Lyda’s and Justin’s arrests as well as warrants giving them authority to seize state records.  They marched right past the secretary and straight in to Lyda’s office. They served her with the warrants and immediately commandeered all the files and records.

“This can’t be happening. This is the United States of America,” she said.

Aldrich gave her a sinister look. “I warned you not to mess with me and my investigation, Mrs. Evans. We told you we only want to help. It would have been much easier with your cooperation, but since you chose not to offer it, we have to resort to other measures.”

“You’ll never get away with this, you’ll get yours.  Believe me, you will.”

“Oh, but I am getting away with it, Mrs, Evans. It’s you and the comptroller who are being arrested, not me.  You can’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

“It is I, and the State of Idaho, who will have the last word in this, Mr. Aldrich. Just remember I warned you. You and the United States government will rue the day you ever tried your oppressive tactics with us.”

She spoke with a resolve and assurance that caused Aldrich to feel a sudden surge of doom, as though he had had a witch’s spell cast on him. Try as he might, he could not shake it.

Preview: Episode seven:

Strange things begin happening according go U. S. government computers, and others around the world


The time at the Pentagon was 5:28 a.m., Eastern Standard Time. Watch Master General William Kingston was on duty at command central in the Pentagon.  One of his men yelled out in alarm. “Good grief!” he exclaimed.

“What’s the matter?” the general asked.

“Look at this. My monitor is showing that two ICBMs have just been launched from Baghdad. One is aimed at Moscow, and the other one is aimed directly at us”.

The General ran to his desk, opened a drawer, pulled out the red telephone and slipped in the code-imbedded card that activated the direct White House link. “This is a code red” he said. Less than three seconds later he heard the President’s voice.

“Mr. President, this is General William Kingston. We’ve just detected an incoming ICBM that is bound for Washington, D.C. It was launched from Baghdad.”

“Baghdad! The son-of-a-bitch really has gone mad.” The President shouted.  “Where is the missile now?” he asked.

“It’s just about to break out of the atmosphere, sir.”

“Geez, we haven’t got much time, General!”

“About ten minutes, sir.”

“Fire the anti-missile device right now!”

“Yes, sir.” General Kingston reached for the button to fire when he said to the President, “Sir?”

“What is it, General?”

“The missile just exploded in space, sir.”

“Are our anti-missile devices that fast, General?”

“No, sir, they’re not. I haven’t fired yet.”

“If you didn’t fire, who destroyed it?”

“I don’t know, sir, but my monitor shows it has been destroyed. So has the one bound for Moscow.”

“Moscow? You mean he launched one at them too?”

“Who, sir? The Baghdad Madman?”

“Yes, of course,” the president said.

“He must have, sir. Our monitor confirmed two ICBMs launched at 5:28 this morning–one bound for here, the other for Moscow.”

“But now you say they’ve both been destroyed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who in hell issued the order? You’re absolutely certain two missiles were launched?”

“Yes, sir, very certain. There’s no mistake about it. Our computers show they definitely were launched.”

“Something strange is happening here, General.”

“Yes, sir, it looks that way, but what?”

“I don’t know, but we’d better find out, and soon.” After a brief pause the President added, “In the meantime, it looks like the immediate crisis is over, General. Keep me informed of any new developments.”

“Yes, sir.”


The phone in the Iraqi Military Minister’s office rang.  He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the news. He hung up the phone and made a frantic phone call to the dictator. He told him their military defense system picked up the same picture as that of the United States with a slight difference. Two missiles had been launched toward Baghdad from the U.S. and Russia and had also been destroyed in space.

He later heard a similar scene played out in Russia. He received a call from the Russian President accusing Iraq of launching two ICBMs against the U.S. and Russia. By 7:00 a.m., Eastern Standard Time, he noted the story was all over the media throughout the world. According to the stories, missiles were everywhere. Some reports even had them striking their intended targets. The Pentagon, the White House, Baghdad, and Moscow were abuzz; the rest of the world was glued to the TV.

This ends the preview series.  If you’d like to read more of his story, you can order the book from www.amazon.com in print or Kindle versions.  It’s also available at www.barnes&noble.com in print version.


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