The Patriot Acts

By Robert L. Glover Jr.

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!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463425326

Robert L. Glover Jr.

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!

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© 2011 Robert L. Glover Jr. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/28/2023

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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 11th 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 think that it is beautiful. I just revel in being here, it is almost perfect and I look forward to spending this time here before the Labor Day weekend. Man I love Labor Day because it is the last holiday before the end of the summer. It seems this holiday restores order to our lives in some ways. The children are back in school soon and my wife and I do not have to worry so much about what to do with the children as we do during the summer. Therefore, in a way I guess that this holiday does restore order to our lives and everyone else’s that have children of school age.

Dad, Jimmy says to me, do we have to go back to school? I mean, with the summer almost over we can take a few more weeks off before we go back to school, right?

Well Jimmy what would you prefer to do; you can always go to work for my company, that is if you are ready to go to work you know. You would be getting up at five in the morning to go to work every day; are you ready for that son?

I did not mean to go to work like that dad, but I could maybe get a part time job at your company let us ask mom.

You ask her Jimmy; I do not want to be involved with any of your insanity, but go ask her if you care too.

Mom, dad says that we can take a longer summer if I go to work for his company, I am tired of school and can I go to work part time for daddy, please?

You know what the answer to that question is young man; you have to get your education, and where is your father, for sending you here with this nonsense?

Here I am Sharon; I knew that you would handle the situation, great job honey.

Right and just do not send your daughter in to me next, okay?

All right baby, well Jimmy I guess that is a no so get ready for school my friend.

We have been here for two hours already, but it is time to gather the children and head back to the condominium; we still have to unpack and prepare something for dinner. Then we will probably hit the boardwalk tonight, the boardwalk at night, I love it. It has all the sights and sounds, the smell of funnel cakes, which my daughter Sandra cannot get enough of and of course the crowds and the rigged games of chance. We know that the games are rigged, but the children do not so I guess that makes it okay and it helps to maintain the illusion that they can win too. Therefore we get back to the condominium and shower off all of the sand that we bring back with us. It never ceases to amaze me how the sand just clings to your body and goes along with you when you return from the beach; I wonder if everyone brings back as much sand as we do as a family. In addition, if they do, how is there any sand left on the beach? There is an infinite amount of sand, and it is not going anywhere anytime soon.

Jimmy, Sandra, you two get in the shower Sharon shouts And leave your bathing suits out on the balcony, I do not want any sand in the house do the two of you hear me?

Yes mom, we hear you; boy Sandy, your mother is really a nitpicker you know.

My mother, she is as much your mother as she is mine, in fact you were born first Jimmy and so she might be more of your mother than mine anyway.

I do not know about that Sandy, but we had better do as she says, Jimmy says, no matter whose mother she is we do not want to make her mad. Honey, I’m hungry, are you going to make something to eat? I think that we should eat before we go on the boardwalk.

Okay James, coming right up! We cook something for dinner, hotdogs and beans then we clean up and we head out to the boardwalk.

The children love it when their grandparents go with us on vacation because they will pay for the tramcar and everything else.

James, you and Sharon go ahead, the children, your father and I are going to catch the tramcar.

Okay mom, we will meet you at the other end of the boardwalk.

Oh boy, thanks grandma and granddad we hate to walk the boardwalk, see you at the end of the boardwalk mom and dad."

As for me, I would rather walk the boardwalk with my wife than pay for the tramcar, but as soon as we arrive we hear them say watch the tramcar please, and we know that we are on the boardwalk. As my wife Sharon and I walk on the boardwalk it gives me a chance to relax and to reflect on my life. Like I said we have a new home and all seems good. My wife works as a registered nurse, she loves to help people in need, and she has a very good disposition for that. My children receive excellent grades in school and all is good. We set out to meet my parents and the kids on the boardwalk, we catch up to them at the Playboys casino, we love this place, it gives you the illusion of gambling but you play for tickets instead of money. As you put your money in either the slots or the poker machine, you can win so many tickets that you can redeem for prizes later. Now to tell you the truth the prizes are nowhere worth near the money that it takes to accumulate the tickets to get them but it is all in good fun. As I play video poker, my daughter Sandy and my son James keep running up to me to get rolls of nickels and after they exhaust me and their mother, they know that they can always get more from their grandparents for them life is good. Then we leave the arcade and stroll down to the petting zoo; they have all kinds of sea animals here, you can pet a manta ray or sea turtles and they even have a boa constrictor for you to pet. My wife and my mother are scared to death of snakes, so that leaves me and the children along with my dad to be the adventurous ones. We pet the snake of course, and for a small fee you can even have your picture taken with the snake around your shoulders. I choose not to go that far, but Jimmy does; he always tells me how much he wants a snake for a pet, but he will never get a snake as long as he lives in the same house as his mother. In addition, after seeing that he is not afraid of them, I might reconsider. Of course we will have to talk his mother into it, but that should not be that hard of a thing to do.

Dad, can we get a small snake when we get home, you know how much I love them, can we dad? I do not know about that Jimmy, you would have to convince your mother first. Do not send him to me James Franklin; you both know what the answer will be to that question, no snakes.

Okay mom, but maybe you will change your mind one day.

Next we head down to this theatre that features a 3D ride; it takes you beneath the sea and you have to put on these special glasses. The glasses makes it appears that the sea animals are right in front of your eyes, almost as if you can reach out and touch them. Then these sea rats appear on the screen and the rats look like they are about to crawl all over you, it is to say the least very scary. We all scream along with everyone else in the theatre because it looks so real. Then the ride is over so we are off again, this time to find the best funnel cake around. We always go to the same place to get our funnel cake because they serve the best funnel cake that money can buy. Some of us like it with powdered sugar but my daughter Sandy likes her funnel cake with fruit on it, but we all like it nice and hot. So we now go to play a few games that they have on the boardwalk. My favorite game is the water game, you know, where you have to shoot a stream of water into a hole and rise up a playing piece. I can never win at that game, but I love it nonetheless and my son wins three times and we have these colossal stuffed animals to contend with that he wins. My daughter, although she plays, she is like her dad, she cannot seem to win either. My dad likes the dart games and so does my mom. My dad can win almost anytime he pleases; he is a champion dart player you know. So we continue to play, eat hotdogs and funnel cake, all the while in the background the continuous chant, Watch the tram car please, we know that we are back in Wildwood, and we love it, it is certainly great to be alive.

Soon we head back to the condominium, the children are getting tired and so am I but I am not ready to go to sleep yet. My parents decide to stay out a little longer so Sharon and I take the children back to the condominium to go to bed, because for the children there is always tomorrow, you know. After we shower and the children do the same, the children both go to bed, pooped out. This gives Sharon and me an opportunity to spend a little quiet time alone together, I fix us a couple of drinks and we sit out on the balcony, we watch the boardwalk, we can see it very well from where we are staying. They have a ball tethered to these elastic cords, and the tension from the cords causes the ball to fly up into the air, at great speed and a great height. The ball is all lit up and as the people scream, the ball, with them inside of it, bounces up and down until gravity causes the ball to stop bouncing and the next riders get on. I ask Sharon if she would like to try that ride one night when the children are asleep, not on your life she replies. Okay, I will do it myself one day I think to myself, but I will not tell her about it. She is so protective of me, I remember when the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993, Sharon made me stay home for a week before she felt comfortable enough to allow me to go back to work. We talked many nights after that, about me leaving my job, but she finally quieted down and time healed the fear that she had about me working in the World Trade Center, but sometimes,