The Loyal Nine
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The Loyal Nine
Book One
The Boston Brahmin Series
A novel by
Bobby Akart
with
Steven Konkoly
Copyright Information
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Contents
Dedications
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About The Loyal Nine and the Boston Brahmin Series
Prologue
PART ONE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
PART TWO
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
PART THREE
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
PART FOUR
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
PART FIVE
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
History of the Original Loyal Nine
Teaser Chapters for CYBER ATTACK (Book 2)
Dedications
To the love of my life, you saved me from madness and continue to do so daily.
To the Princesses of the Palace, my little marauders in training, you have no idea how much happiness you bring to your Mommy and me.
To Steve Konkoly, author – mentor – friend, I will never be able to thank you enough for what you have done for me.
To the Founding Fathers,
whose vision and bravery built America.
Acknowledgements
To the usual suspects — Hristo Argirov Kovatliev,
Pauline Nolet, Stef Mcdaid, and The Team.
Thank you!
About the Author
Bobby Akart
Born and raised in Tennessee, Bobby Akart received his Bachelor’s degree with a dual major in Economics and Political Science. He not only understands how the economy works, but the profound effect politics has on the economy as well. After completing his undergraduate degree at Tennessee in three years, he entered the dual degree program obtaining a Juris Doctor combined with an MBA — Master of Business Administration at the age of twenty-three.
His education perfectly suited him for his legal career in banking, trusts and investment banking. As his legal career flourished, business opportunities arose including the operation of restaurants and the development of commercial real estate. But after meeting and marrying the love of his life, they left the corporate world and developed online businesses.
A life changing event led them to the Cumberland Plateau where he and his wife lead a self-sustainable, preparedness lifestyle. Bobby and his wife are unabashed preppers and share their expert knowledge of prepping via their website www.FreedomPreppers.com.
Bobby lives in the back woods of the Cumberland Plateau with his wife and fellow author Danni Elle, their two English Bulldogs a/k/a The Princesses of the Palace, a variety of farm animals, fourteen Pekin Ducks and a herd of a dozen bunnies, and counting.
You can contact Bobby directly by email (Bobby@FreedomPreppers.com) or through his website www.BobbyAkart.com
Steven Konkoly
Steven graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1993, receiving a Bachelor of Science in English Literature. He served the next eight years on active duty in various Navy and Marine Corps units.
From leading Visit, Board, Search and Seizure (VBSS) operations as a boarding officer in the Arabian Gulf, to directing Close Air Support (CAS) as a Forward Air Controller (FAC) assigned to a specialized Marine Corps unit, Steven’s “in-house” experience with a wide variety of regular and elite military units brings a unique authenticity to his writing.
His first novel, The Jakarta Pandemic (2010), explored the world of “prepping,” well before television and books popularized the concept. Hailed as a “grippingly realistic” family survival story, The Jakarta Pandemic introduced thousands of readers to the unfamiliar concept of “survival in the suburbs,” motivating many of them to take the first steps to better prepare themselves for a major disaster. His recently launched series, The Perseid Collapse, continues Steven’s legacy of engaging (and informative) post-apocalyptic (SHTF) fiction.
Steven lives with his family in central Indiana, where he wakes up at “zero dark thirty” to write for most of the day.
You can contact Steven directly by email (StevenKonkoly@TheBostonBrahmin.com) or through his website www.StevenKonkoly.com
About The Loyal Nine and the Boston Brahmin Series
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
~ George Santayana, philosopher and novelist
America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.
~ Abraham Lincoln
Works of fiction are often based upon a historical premise, and the Boston Brahmin series is no exception. The Loyal Nine takes its name from nine patriotic Bostonians who took a stand against the tyrannical rule of Great Britain. As the British exerted more control over the colonists, especially in the form of taxes — anger and resentment rose to a crescendo, resulting in the War for Independence. You can read about the history of the original Loyal Nine here.
Similar to the events leading up to the Revolutionary War, a string of disastrous social, economic and institutional crises will conspire in The Boston Brahmin series to land the newly minted Loyal Nine at the same critical decision point reached in 1765 by their ancestors—choose tyranny or freedom. Of course, nothing is exactly what it seems in the Boston Brahmin series, which will make the Loyal Nine’s choice even more important for the survival of an independent United States.
Writing a series of this magnitude takes a considerable amount of planning and research. It also asks the reader to become vested in the journey of the characters. Read with us. Learn with us. Get involved in the backstory and details of the novels by visiting our frequently updated, fan dedicated website The Boston Brahmin . We encourage you to interact with us on social media. We truly enjoy conversing with our fans — all of whom we consider friends.
We hope you enjoy this epic, history-rich thriller series. Torn from the headlines, The Boston Brahmin Series presents a nation plunged into chaos by enemies “foreign and domestic”. Only The Loyal Nine, a patriotic group of des
cendants of our Founding Fathers can stop the collapse and restore the American republic.
Join The Loyal Nine in their quest to save our country from collapse. Thanks for reading!
Prologue
August 2016
Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts
He was thankful for clear skies and a lack of turbulence. The short ride in the Sikorsky S-76 from Boston was devoid of the sudden sideways movements and occasional rapid changes in altitude typical of helicopter flights. The swooping motions which created a thrill for some presented difficulty for others. He requested the morning meeting to avoid a return trip at night, when the human eye struggled to find a reference point on the horizon. This could result in serious spatial disorientation and motion sickness—and his day did not need the added stress.
The newly designed Sikorsky was ideal for his trips to the Vineyard. Most people think of the deafening thump—thump—thump sounds of the rotors, but inside the cabin, the redesigned Pratt & Whitney engines and noise-reduced tail rotor barely competed with his thoughts.
Flying over Buzzard’s Bay, he glanced out of the starboard-side windows, catching a glimpse of the Blackhawk helicopter that had shadowed them since they passed New Bedford. To his left, he observed the lines of cars, full of tourists and gawkers alike, waiting for the ferry trips departing Woods Hole—taking them to the island. Naturally, security was heightened due to the importance of the vacationers, but the appearance of Coast Guard coastal patrol boats throughout Vineyard Sound was a reminder of the state of world affairs.
As the pilot swooped across Menemsha Pond, he thought about the words used in the past that drew so much criticism from pundits—you didn’t build that. There is some truth to the statement. Nobody gets rich on their own money. They leverage their wealth on the backs of others. Similarly, power is achieved through the adept application of your strengths.
Machiavelli once wrote he who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command. A commander-in-chief may be anointed with power, but it does not necessarily provide him the ability to command. He needs guidance. Today, help arrived in the form of a message—one that must be delivered face to face.
The pilot gently set the Sikorsky down on the helipad built by the Corps of Engineers on his property just three weeks ago. Men and women in dark suits surrounded the landing zone, along with several golf carts. The welcoming committee was a little much—especially for his own home.
He loved the Chilmark House. Situated on the southwest part of Martha’s Vineyard, the open floor plan and the floor to ceiling windows, in each living space, accentuated the panoramic views of the South Shore and the Atlantic Ocean.
After the obligatory security check, he was escorted inside as a guest in his own home. It was an odd feeling. He was not accustomed to meetings outside of the sanctity of his offices in Boston.
“Hello, sir,” greeted David McDill, the White House Chief of Staff. McDill was not part of the inner circle. He filled a role as an intermediary, a conduit for the exchange of information. The President’s real confidant, the person whom he trusted the most, was by his side—Valerie Jarrett.
“Good morning, David,” he said. “It is nice to see you again.”
McDill escorted him down the steps into the sunken living room, where the President finished a putt across the carpet to a makeshift cup. The President whispered something into the ear of Jarrett who looked up at him and smiled. There is something between them—something more.
“Mr. President, your guest is here,” announced McDill.
Jarrett hastily broke away from the President and smiled as she exited the room.
“Thank you, David, you can go now,” said the President.
Silence filled the room as Jarrett and McDill exited, closing the doors behind them. Once the room was empty, the President smiled and spoke first.
“How are you, my friend, it has been too long.”
The men shook hands and shared a brief embrace.
“We’ve come a long way in the twenty-five years since we met at Harvard,” he said.
“I will always appreciate your assistance in landing the summer clerk’s position at Hopkins and Sutter,” said the President. “That summer changed my life.” The summer Saul Alinsky changed your life.
“Well, Mr. President, do you have something against the nine-hole course I built on the grounds?” he asked. “We built it with you in mind—all doglegs turn left.”
“Very funny!” said the President. “It’s ironic. My swing produces a terrible slice, but it plays into a dogleg left perfectly because I’m left handed. I absolutely love your place. It’s difficult for me to find solace. Somehow, Chilmark gives me the opportunity to think and reflect.”
He set the putter aside and motioned for the men to sit by the windows overlooking the pool.
“Your children seem to be enjoying themselves.”
“Definitely. They start school soon and this gives them an opportunity to relax. It’s not easy being the children of a president.”
“How is your wife?”
“She hates me, to be blunt,” said the President. “But you probably already know this. When I entered office, she envisioned an opportunity to effectuate a new direction for America in a dramatic way. Change isn’t easy. I tried to explain to her there would be setbacks and false starts. She wanted me to crush my political detractors. She thought I was being weak, indecisive. In hindsight, I should have fast tracked some of my initiatives while I had super-majorities in both houses. Frankly, I received bad advice from political advisors who were more concerned with an upcoming mid-term election than my agenda. The party sustained heavy losses anyway.”
“I suppose,” came the reply. Let’s get down to business. “Mr. President, the election is in ninety days. You know why I am here. A decision needs to be made.”
“Here’s the deal,” started the President. “I still have a lot of work to do. When I came into office, I promised my constituents meaningful change. I told them we are greater together than we can ever be on our own. I am running out of time and I know it. I will not leave office without fulfilling my legacy.”
“I understand, Mr. President.”
He decided to allow the President a little more time to speak and reflect. He would encourage the leader of the free world to reach the necessary conclusion on his own. The President rose to his feet and stared out the window. He put his hands in his pockets and stood stoically for a moment.
“You’ve warned me for years of this possibility,” said the President, breaking the silence. “I have watched as you expertly orchestrate events around the world to achieve certain mutual goals. For my part, I have purged the military. I have executed both executive orders and secret directives with a singular purpose in mind. Your associate, Mr. Holmes, has been useful in that regard.”
“He’s a good lawyer, and appreciates the importance of our goals.”
“I have spent the last eight years preparing for this eventuality,” said the President. “In addition to advancing my agenda, I have taken measures to allow for a continuation of my work. In order to win the future, I need more time.”
“What do you propose?” he said.
“There is only one way to circumvent the Constitution without a series of annoying courtroom spectacles,” replied the President. “Martial Law.”
“I believe you are correct, Mr. President. I know you understand the ramifications of such a declaration.”
“I do,” said the President. “The groundwork has been laid. Over the last seven years or so, I have conditioned the American people to accept the presence of our military in their cities and towns.”
“The law supports your approach, Mr. President. Never in the history of our country have we faced so many potentially destructive threats at the same time. Your leadership can guide the nation through a crisis and if handled properly, a continuation of your presidency will be welcomed.”
“Thank you for that,” said the P
resident. “Difficult times lie ahead and will require shared sacrifice by all. I know there will be pain inflicted upon average Americans. I can focus the government’s vast network of assistance upon those who welcome our help, and who agree with our vision for a new America.”
“You will experience resistance from within the government, and beyond.”
“Let me be clear,” said the President with conviction. “This will be an opportunity for all Americans to choose a side. If they wish to be a part of an America that is open to fairness for all, then they will join me. Those who remain loyal to my vision will relish the opportunity to be placed in positions of power. I have no concerns about the American people who have grown accustomed to the benefits my government provides them. They will thrive with the full protection and care for their families.”
“What about your most vehement opponents?”
“Oh, I have a plan for them,” said the President. “Congress gave me fast track authority for trade agreements last year. Under the TPA, I have the ability to issue domestic executive orders over virtually all goods and services produced in the United States. I can issue executive orders for weapons and ammunition confiscation, prohibitions on hoarding food and necessary supplies, gold confiscation and the required relocation to detention facilities for our citizen’s safety. For those who choose to resist by clinging to their foolish notions of patriotism, guns and hypocritical religious beliefs, they will receive the full weight of my government upon them.”
“Russia and China?” he asked, digging a little further.
“We’ll toss them a bone,” said the President. “And stop opposing them at every turn. What about your end? Do you have everything in order?”
“I do, Mr. President. With your assistance, I have planned a series of carefully orchestrated false flag attacks this year. Everything is in order for the final collapse event.”
“Perfect. I will be in Hawaii,” said the President.
“And how will the Vice President react?”