Patriots & Tyrants (Rebels & Lies Trilogy Book 2) Read Free Page A

that would be purged. Multiple opportunities to step in
as the saviors. More ways to tighten their grip on the citizens below. But, as
usual, most of the Elders were just too damn short sighted to see it.
    “We’ll let them run
loose for a little bit longer. Then, we will break their spirit completely.”
Caine responded.
    “What do you mean?”
the young Elder asked.
    “They think they have
an ace up their sleeves…”
    Johnson rose from his
chair. “You are getting reckless, Caine! We might need that in the future!”
    “That’s it, Johnson!”
Caine screamed. “Get him the fuck out of here. You are going to be charged with
aiding the resistance. Enjoy your public execution!”
    Johnson’s jaw dropped
to the floor. Caine reached under the table and pressed a red button. Instantly
a group of five Agents entered. Silence took over the Boardroom. This type of
thing was unprecedented. They watched as the Agents grabbed the scared shitless
Johnson from underneath his arms and dragged the man out. Johnson started to
yell obscenities and how Caine couldn’t do this. What Johnson didn’t understand
was that Caine could do this.
    And, he took great
pleasure in it.

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03
    Kaspar searched
frantically for Krys in the wide open empty field. His heart raced and the gun in
his hand shook along with the trembles. She was just here a moment ago. Where
the hell could she have gone? He ran through the empty fields and found her
black Speed Triple parked against a dying tree. He investigated the area for
any signs of her. There were no foot prints in the grass. He felt the bike, but
it was cold, as if it hadn’t been ridden in years.
    “Krys!” Kaspar
cried. “Where are you?!”
    But, he knew that
she was gone.
    Kaspar opened his eyes
and his head shot up from the pillow. He moved his frozen blue eyes from left
to right and realized he was back in the tan colored tent that he shared with
Krys. Their blankets and pillows damp from the wet grass beneath them. He
looked over and found her next to him. She was still asleep in her black tank
and panties. Kaspar reached over and pulled the green comforter over her. As he
did, she rolled over and faced him. Her tired eyes opened and he was greeted
with a smile.
    “Hey,” Krys said.
    “Hey.” Kaspar replied.
    Krys noticed the
concerned look in Kaspar’s eyes. “You okay?”
    “Yeah, just had a
nightmare.”
    To say that his dream
had been a nightmare was an understatement. The last six months that Kaspar
spent with Krys were the best of his life. During that time, apart from their
battle with the USR, Krys had shown him love like he never experienced before.
All those times Mother told him to find someone special and he brushed it off.
He could see why she wanted this so bad for him. Without Krys, his heart would
have that black hole again, but he swore once again that he would not lose her.
    Just like with
everything else in Kaspar’s life he had been dealt a bad hand. She had that
poison inside of her still. That drug which the USR dumped into the water
supply in the hopes of wiping out a woman’s ability to bear children. It was a
horrible evil committed by the USR that Kaspar would never understand. Not just
to genetically alter the female population but to release it knowing the
potential casualties.
    “Was I in it?” Krys
asked, her smile gone.
    “No,” Kaspar lied. “I
was stuck in a battle and couldn’t move. My voice was gone, too, so I couldn’t
call for help.”
    Krys’s smile returned.
“No Krys to save your ass again?”
    Kaspar moved his body
closer to her. He loved the feel of her skin as he rubbed up and down her arms
with a soft touch. Why couldn’t moments like these last forever? Kaspar moved
his head down and kissed her on the forehead. Something on the back of her neck
caught his eye while he played around with her black hair. Kaspar went from
stroking it soft to moving it out of the way. When he got a closer look he
wished he was imagining