The Rise of the Resistance

by Jackie D

  The Rise of the Resistance

  The year is 2088 and the bones of American democracy have been left sweltering in the ashes of a hostile take over. Sixty-five years before, four carefully chosen individuals in the Phoenix Program where cryogenically frozen until the time was right for them to combine forces and restore the government. That time is now.

  Arrow Steele has trained her whole life to bring the Phoenix Program to fruition, but no amount of training could have prepared her for Phoenix One herself, Kaelyn Trapp, or the attraction neither one of them can deny.

  Kaelyn's destiny is to negotiate the new world and bring America back to some semblance of a country the Founding Fathers had envisioned. That is, if Arrow can get them to safety. The only thing that stands in their way is thousands of miles and a militarized government.

  Arrow and Kaelyn carry the fate of their country on their shoulders. Love couldn’t possibly have come at a more inconvenient time, but with their mission and their lives in jeopardy, love may be what matters most.

  What Reviewers Say About Jackie D’s Work

  Infiltration

  “Quick question, where has this author been my entire life?…If you are looking for a romantic book that has mystery and thriller qualities then this is your book.”—Fantastic Book Reviews

  Lands End

  “This is a great summer holiday read—likeable characters, great chemistry between the leads, interesting and unusual premise, well written dialogue, an excellent romance without any unnecessary angst. I really connected with both leads, and enjoyed the secondary characters. The attraction between Amy and Lena was palpable and the romantic storyline was paced really well.”—Melina Bickard, Librarian, Waterloo Library (London)

  Lucy’s Chance

  “Add a bit of conflict, add a bit of angst, a deranged killer, and you have a really good read. What this book is is a great escape. You have a few hours to decompress from real-life’s craziness, and enjoy a quality story with interesting characters. Well, minus the psychopath murderer, but you know what I mean.”—The Romantic Reader Blog

  Pursuit

  “This book is a dynamic fast-moving adventure that keeps you on the edge of your seat the whole time…enough romance for you to swoon and enough action to keep you fully engaged. Great read, you don’t want to miss this one.”—The Romantic Reader Blog

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  The Rise of the Resistance

  © 2018 By Jackie D. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13:978-1-63555-260-7

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  First Edition: November 2018

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Credits

  Editors: Victoria Villasenor and Cindy Cresap

  Production Design: Susan Ramundo

  Cover Design by Melody Pond

  By the Author

  Lands End

  Lucy’s Chance

  The Rise of the Resistance: Phoenix One

  After Dark Series

  Infiltration

  Pursuit

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you, Vic Villasenor and Cindy Cresap. Your abilities are far beyond my own. Thank you for helping to create and properly punctuate my worlds. Thank you to Bold Strokes Books for always being supportive and for continuing to give me this fantastic opportunity. Thank you, Stacy and Stacey, for always being willing to talk politics with me (ad nauseam sometimes), this book wouldn’t exist without the two of you. Last but not least, thank you to all the readers. Without all of you, these stories would only live in our minds.

  Dedication

  For my wife—thank you for always being a beacon of light in a world so plagued with darkness.

  Prologue

  Every person popped to attention when Daniel Trapp walked into a room. He’d been president now for almost three years, and this salutation should’ve stopped giving him pause a few years ago, but he still fought the urge to look over his shoulder. He waved off the people sitting around the large table in the War Room. As they took their seats, he took several deep breaths, an attempt to put his public face on, a facade for his people. He wanted to seem unwavering, strong, and decisive. In the past, this hadn’t been a problem. That had been who he was, until the world started to shift under him. He’d never been faced with a decision of this magnitude before. No one had, as far as he knew.

  Several massive climate catastrophes had left the world in shambles. There were millions of people with nowhere to go, struggling to stay alive. He’d made America a refuge, a place where the people of the world who’d been affected could make their new home. This was met with such severe backlash that there was a constant stream of protesters at the gates of the White House. At first, he thought it was growing pains, people adjusting to what would be their new normal. Despite their initial reactions, he believed the spirit of the American people would eventually find its way into the light to do their duty.

  Then the protests started to become more violent and new leadership began to emerge. Frank MacLeod had managed to manipulate and lie his way into the hearts of the people. It didn’t matter how many of his statements were proven as lies, or how horrible his remarks about women and minorities, people rallied around his pervasive ideas of nationalism and isolationism. He laid the issues of the world at the feet of innocent people, insinuating that they somehow deserved what was happening to them.

  Frank MacLeod seemed to be the backlash of a world that had started to turn toward humanity and progress. He gave a voice to people who’d been pushed into the shadows to harbor their bigotry and hatred in isolation. Now they’d all found each other and wanted revenge for their humiliation. The recent insurgence of refugees and the financial assistance the government was providing was the perfect catalyst to help convince people to join their side. The whole situation was unnerving, problematic, and sickening. Lines were being drawn, and the idea of being on the right side of history seemed to no longer matter.

  Their forces were gaining momentum and talks of convening a constitutional convention once they were in power no longer seemed like a fevered dream. For this reason and the possibility of threats that weren’t currently perceivable, the Phoenix Project was created. There would be four Phoenix total, each with their prescribed area of expertise. Each had a skill set that could help to bring unity and peace to the country if the unthinkable happened. If America fell, and it seemed there was no question they were headed that direction, eventually, these four people would be the last hope, a glimmer of what America once stood for and what it could be again. They would work together to restore the country to what it was supposed to be, when whoever was in charge deemed the time was right. The idea was brilliant, but the fact that his thirty-four-year-old daughter, Kaelyn, had been selected as one of the Phoenix, took the shine out of the prospect for him.

  He was fully aware of her capabilities. Kaelyn had a broad and incredible understanding of American history and strategy. In fact, she taught Americ
an history at Duke University. All of this didn’t help to squelch the fear of putting his daughter through the process. She would be cryogenically frozen until a time where there was an opening for the people to take the country back, once again. She would emerge as an immediate leader and a target. What hurt his heart the most was that she’d wake up and not know her surroundings. There’d be no familiar faces, no one to recount her childhood, no one who would understand her experiences the way a family member could. She’d have no one.

  “Mr. President?” the army general asked. “We’d like to proceed.”

  He nodded, uncertain he could keep his voice steady if he answered aloud.

  The Four Phoenix were brought into the room, each taking a place around the table. Daniel saw the others, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Kaelyn. It seemed like just yesterday he had twirled her in circles at the park, watched her kick her first goal, and attended her high school and college graduations. She looked so much like her mother—elegant, confident, and beautiful. But right now all he could see was the little girl who would curl up in his lap and fall asleep after begging to watch a movie. The child who had stayed up far past her bedtime to finish her favorite book, Peter Pan, even though she had read it a hundred times before. He saw the best decision he’d ever made by creating her and now the hardest decision he’d ever made by giving her up to a plan he wouldn’t see come to fruition. His heart ached at the gravity of the situation and he fought back tears when she straightened her back when the admiral addressed her.

  “Ms. Trapp, you do understand what we are asking you to do? That you’re agreeing to leave this time and the life that you know?”

  “Yes, sir.” She laced her fingers on top of the table. “I understand the importance of this project and what my role will be in the future.”

  The secretary of defense stood and paced, as was his habit. “Could you please explain the roles you will each play, for the official record.”

  Kaelyn stood and moved to the woman a few seats down from her, placing her hands on her shoulders. “Phoenix Two is a research professor for the military profession and ethics at the Army War College.”

  The professor beamed with excitement. “I have a bachelor’s degree in philosophy and economics from Washington and Lee University, where I graduated cum laude with honors in philosophy, a master’s degree in philosophy from Stanford University, with a concentration in the history and philosophy of science. I also received a graduate fellowship at the Center for Conflict and Negotiation. I have a master’s in national resource management from the Industrial College of the Armed Forces, where I was a distinguished graduate. I received a doctorate in philosophy from Georgetown University. My objective is to hold our future government to the highest of standards and to ensure the ends always justify the means.”

  Kaelyn moved on to the next woman. “Phoenix Three is the executive director of the leadership center at MIT.”

  Phoenix Three pushed her glasses up on her nose. “I’m a senior lecturer in leadership and innovation at the MIT Sloan School of Management where I’ve pursued my vocation of executive teaching, coaching, and research by exploring how leaders in business, government, and society discover provocative new ideas, develop the human and organizational capacity to realize those ideas, and ultimately deliver positive, powerful results. There’ll be a lot to rebuild in the future, and we’ll already be behind the curve. It will be my job to catch us up and to make sure we’ll be deploying the most effective techniques.”

  Kaelyn motioned to the only male Phoenix amongst them, Four. “The head of psychology at Howard University.”

  “I was the first in my family to attend college and the son of immigrants. I have a Ph.D. in developmental psychology, and the focus of my research is the development of young children. Though most of my research has been devoted to the academic development of African American children, I fear that many will join this persecuted class in the future. Skin color won’t play as prominent a role because too many will have been placed into the ‘other’ category. My job will be to help bridge the gap between us and them, in hopes that we finally create a ‘we.’”

  Kaelyn dipped her head to the people around the table, and her eyes were alive and excited. “And as you all know, I’m the First Daughter, but after today, simply Phoenix One. I have an MBA in strategy and leadership from George Washington University and a Ph.D. in American history with a concentration on constitutional law from Duke University, where I now teach. Prior to that, I was a researcher at the RAND Corporation, where I focused on national security, strategic planning, risk management, force planning, and workforce development issues. During my time with RAND, I contributed to several publications where we developed philosophies on improving government process, presidential appointments, and broadening public leadership in a globalized world. By all accounts, my life has been one of privilege and very little struggle. I’ve never fought in a war, nor am I the daughter of immigrants. But I’ve watched my parents spend every day of my life fighting for the people of this country and all around the world. It has become our family legacy, a legacy I happily take my place in today. My job will be to bring the soul of the American people into the future. To remind us what we stand for, what we sacrificed, and what we can achieve. I have all our history living in my head, without the distortion MacLeod is trying to create, the details he’s trying to change. The good, the bad, and the ugly should and will be remembered so we can do better and avoid the mistakes of our past.”

  Daniel watched his daughter as she took her seat. She was full of hope and determination. He wanted to siphon some of that from her, put it in a bottle to drink later or dole out to people as necessary. But that was the point of having her here, wasn’t it? Long after he was gone, the Phoenix Project would be gifted to the future generation. Until that time, they’d be kept in their locations, a symbol of hope, a driving force to keep people focused on an objective, a mission.

  Daniel leaned forward on the table, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose where the stress of the day had manifested into pain. “The country and the world are in debt to all of you. Please, go get your affairs in order and we will notify you when it’s time. We’re hoping to put it off as long as possible, but it is inevitable.”

  The four filed out of the room, and he turned his attention back to the table. “Have we decided on the final locations that we’ll place them?”

  An army general pulled a box from under the table. “Each of these sixteen folders holds a possible location. Depending how the next several months or years unfold will determine optimal placement. We have teams in place to secure each of them, depending on the location that’s chosen. However, for security reasons, the teams will only be familiar with their target location and will not be privy to the others. They will, in a sense, be the guardians of their assigned Phoenix. Per your instructions, they won’t be awakened until the three protocols have been met: the people need to be ready and willing to support the effort, there must be instability within the reigning government, and there must be a military force that can back up their efforts.”

  The throbbing in Daniel’s head was spreading. He could feel it moving down his neck and into his shoulders. “How will we assure that MacLeod doesn’t find out about them?”

  The Joint Chiefs all looked at each other, seemingly confused by his question. “The same way we’ve always kept secrets: we have to trust our people.”

  Someone from the other side of the table started talking, and Daniel didn’t bother to look up from his folded hands to see who it was. “Sir, please remember, this is just a precaution. We may never need the Phoenix Project.”

  This was the attitude that infuriated him the most. He stood, slamming his hands on the table. “Do not try to placate me. We just had a midterm election. They placed enough people in power to call for a constitutional convention, and they have the votes to throw me out of office. Their followers don’t care if what they’re sa
ying is true. They’ve convinced the American people that their fear is righteous, virtuous, and that there’s only one way to stop it. There are people dying in the streets, people of color being brutalized, the LGBTQ community are being fired from their jobs and beaten to death. I’ve activated the National Guard, but all our resistance will come to a crashing halt if they have their way. The pillars are crashing down around us, and you think this is all a precaution? No, it’s our Hail Mary, our last apology to the future generations, and it’s all we have left.”

  “When do you want to call them in to begin the cryo process?” the admiral asked.

  Daniel shook his head at his own realization. He hadn’t picked a date until this moment. “The day before they remove me from office.”

  The army general stood. “Sir, we don’t know—”

  Daniel cut him off, finding himself annoyed for having to explain to these people what seemed so obvious. “They’ll call the convention. They’ll change the Constitution so they’ll be able to elect whomever they want, and then they’ll impeach me. It won’t be my vice president taking my spot. It will be Frank MacLeod.”

  He walked out of the room before anyone had a chance to argue with him or to try to change his mind. It didn’t bother him that people wanted him thrown out of office; that was part of the job. What scared him was who they’d replace him with. He continued to walk down the hallway, then stopped in front of a portrait of Abraham Lincoln. He paused, staring at the ill-fated president. Daniel had written his dissertation on Lincoln, who he believed was the greatest president who had ever lived. Daniel had always felt sorry for Lincoln, not knowing what would happen to him. If he’d known he could’ve made a plethora of different decisions that day, including the decision to attend the play. But now, in this moment, Daniel envied him. Unlike Lincoln, Daniel could see what was happening. That same evil that had lived inside John Wilkes Booth was alive and well again in America. Booth, like MacLeod, had believed there were certain people more deserving than others. Booth didn’t want the newly freed slaves to have a vote in the country, much like MacLeod didn’t want to accept the refugees from around the world. Booth had believed in isolationism for the South, MacLeod for America. Neither could accept change was part of growth and that the America they each longed for was only great for white male Americans.