The Crimson Fall (The Sons of Liberty Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

trying to remember every detail of the call from Joe earlier. He knew it had to have something to do with his death. Eventually, the background noise returned like an icy avalanche, though the heat from before remained. Despite the painful rush of the resuming senses, he began to breathe somewhat steadily again. He then realized that he had to tell his dad he just lost a son; his mother, her first child. On the verge of a complete breakdown and unable to mutter a word, he clumsily motioned to the television as he labored for his breath. But they kept their focus on him, begging to know what had happened. With tears beginning to well up in his eyes, he fought past the lump in his throat and the pain in his soul to tell his family of the new fire that had been set in their lives.

 
     
    C hapter T wo
    A Symphony of Fear
     
     
     
     
    Lukas Chambers hated attending funerals. Especially of those he had killed.
    It was technically a memorial service, and no, he had not actually pulled the trigger or detonated the bombs himself. But he had been forced to order the massacre, and thus, he accepted the blame silently in the back corners of his mind. His actions had not been born of a fierce resentment or lack of compassion for those who had died. In fact, he hated that in order to save mankind from its destructive ways many first had to be sacrificed for the benefit of all. Though each death was a painful reminder of the cost of peace, it was also justified in his eyes as a means not only to an end, but also to a most glorious beginning. He focused not on the pain but on the hope for tomorrow. It was a hope of a world without greed, poverty, hunger, or sickness. It was the idea of a united race without war, borders, or hatred. But for Lukas Chambers, it was so much more than all of that.
    It was a beautiful dream to know a world without America.
    Though Lukas hated the United States, he despised the ignorance of her people more. He saw them and their self-righteous principles as the source of so much anguish in a suffering world. And though he abhorred what they were, he also saw the inherent potential for them to be an exceptional example to the rest of mankind. If he could make the most prideful nation forget its past and kneel before a greater good, he believed other nations would quickly follow suit. But if he failed to turn the peoples’ hearts before the coming storm of change, then many more events like the Dulles Airport Massacre would be needed to tame even the most patriotic of fools.
    Less than a week ago, and by his secret orders, two men loyal to him alone had walked into Dulles Airport, donned in custom body armor and armed heavily with their agents of death. They entered the large terminal from two different doors, threw pipe bombs into the masses of travelers, and opened fire with their banned automatic weapons as their lethal bombs exploded. The panic-stricken mob, disarmed and deceived by the laws that supposedly protected them, fled in every direction, stampeding over one another to get outside to safety. The attackers waited for the drop off area to be full of horrified travelers before detonating two different cars packed with ammonium nitrate and fuel oil, killing many who had been able to escape the carnage indoors. These steadfast mercenaries had believed they would be rewarded with new lives and a fortune for their loyalty to Lukas over the many, many years, but instead the hidden explosives, molded into their custom body armor for such an occasion, were detonated from afar by the ever faithful John Fresnel. The media reported that two deranged brothers, mad at the system, took out their anger on three hundred and thirty-four people, a death toll that sadly included the well-known senator from North Carolina, Joe Reinhart. The simple truth was the men had been hired by the president to kill the senator and hide the truth the country was not yet ready to hear.
    Lukas waited patiently for his turn to speak.