Revolution by Shawn Davis, Robert Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

life. He had a top-of-the-line ground vehicle, a nice apartment in Central City, a beautiful fiancée. Now, they were all gone. The wages he earned as a forklift operator barely allowed him to pay the rent in a dilapidated tenement apartment in Inner City. During his first week in his new apartment, his car had been stolen. He tried to file a police report, but the cops said it wasn’t worth their time to investigate it. It didn’t take long for his fiancée to leave him after that.
        During his first year as a forklift operator, his parents became sick. They were also laid off during the same Depression that claimed his job. They had no health insurance, so they couldn’t afford to go to a doctor or hospital. Peter lived on the streets for several weeks and gave most of his paycheck to his parents to pay for their myriad doctor’s visits and expensive medication. It still wasn’t enough to cover all their medical expenses. They couldn’t afford the best treatment, so they didn’t make it.
        Peter had been devastated. He went into a deep depression and even thought about suicide. That’s when he met Henry and Billy at work. They were the ones who showed him that life was still worth living despite losing everything. If he had never met them, he didn’t know what would have happened to him.   
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
    Suicide Strike
     
    It was no problem getting through the capitol city’s outer defenses for a well-known Senator from New York. The guards simply recognized her at all the checkpoints and let her and her bodyguard through. When computer fingerprint analysis was also needed, the pseudo-Senator’s surgically altered prints did the job just as well as the real thing. After making it safely through a gauntlet of security checkpoints at the harbor docks, Cassandra Watson and her bodyguard passed through a tunnel under the massive steel wall surrounding the city. They exited the underground corridor to a parking lot where a black stretch limousine hovered by the street waiting for them.
        It was almost 5 o’clock in the evening when the anti-grav limousine dropped off Watson and Fahey at one of the most expensive hotels on the island. The rebel operatives were not hungry because they had already eaten an exquisite meal aboard the captured yacht. However, to keep up appearances, they visited the hotel’s sumptuous five-star restaurant and ordered light meals. They picked at their food and pretended to enjoy it for about twenty minutes before deciding to abandon the façade.
        Cassandra and Nick checked into separate suites and spent the early evening trying to relax in their luxurious accommodations. They didn’t make contact due to their knowledge of hidden video surveillance cameras placed in every building in the capitol city. The rumor was there was a security surveillance room for every ordinary room on the island. Senators and bodyguards didn’t fraternize, so they didn’t want to do anything that would draw attention. Watson spent an hour trying to relax in her luxury suite’s Jacuzzi, while Fahey spent his free time in his room doing stretching exercises, sit-ups, and push-ups.
        An anti-grav limousine picked up the Senator and her bodyguard at 7 PM for the Senator’s 7:30 meeting with the President’s Chief of Staff at the White House. The limo arrived at the White House at 7:10 PM. A ring of security guards wearing body armor surrounded Watson and Fahey, like a pack of wolves, as they stepped out of the passenger compartment.
        “Good evening, Senator,” a middle aged guard said, cheerfully, as he helped her out of the compartment.
        The guards escorted them through a gate with a small guardhouse on either side of it manned by security personnel with machine guns. They walked down a long, narrow path, which traveled along the edge of the White House lawn, until they reached a