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Authors: ROBBIE CHEUVRONT AND ERIK REED WITH SHAWN ALLEN
THE 13: STAND BOOK TWO
This was it. In a matter of minutes, his life would change. Everyone’s life would change.
He rehearsed his lines, though he knew them by heart. There would be no teleprompter. There would be no script. There would only be him. And the camera, of course. And the person who would receive this message.
A small television sat off to the side, monitoring the feed. He could see his image staring back at him. He watched as the second hand ticked off the final seconds.
Tick. Tick
. And then it was time.
The red light above the lens flicked on. With the remote in his hand, he zoomed in and watched the monitor. This was it. No turning back.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath and let it out again. His heart was pounding through his chest. He opened his eyes and set his jaw firm. And then he began.
“Good evening, Mr. President. I am the Prophet. And I have been commanded to give you a message.”
Praise for
The 13: Fall
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named one of Library Journal’s Best Christian Fiction Books of 2012
The nation is in serious trouble, politically, financially, and spiritually. Will America be able to pull itself together and set itself on the right path? You’ll be spellbound from the first page. The authors have joined forces to produce a real winner that you will surely enjoy. Don’t miss this one!
—Viki Ferrell,
FreshFiction.com
The characters are well developed, the plot is superb, and the action is continuous. I highly recommend this novel as it portrays a very possible future for the United States. This is the first in a series, and the book leaves you waiting for the next installment!
—Joan Nienhuis, Book Reviews from an Avid Reader blog
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bookwomanjoan.blogspot.com
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© 2013 by Robbie Cheuvront, Erik Reed, and Shawn Allen
Print ISBN 978-1-62029-959-3
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To all who still believe in “One Nation Under God.”
“It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible.”
—George Washington
“And if a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand.”
—Jesus Christ, The Gospel of Mark 3:25
PROLOGUE T
he room was just like any other space: adequately furnished, old hardwood floors that had scuff marks on them from all the years of tables and chairs being scooted across their surface, and a few unassuming paintings hanging slightly crooked on each wall, in order to give the room a more…homey feel. An antique desk stood against one wall with an Aresline Xten chair—the world’s most expensive office chair. Opposite the desk stood two others—for guests—which could have been bought from Walmart. The old man didn’t know. Nor did he care. His second wife had bought them. He would never think of sitting his old frame down in anything but the Aresline. The Shed, as it was called, was the perfect place for this meeting. And for one reason, one that only those who had been there were aware of: its location. The old man checked once more to make sure he had everything he needed and then went back up the stairs to the main house.
The house sat just off Durant Road, a few miles out of downtown; an old, fully restored Civil War farmhouse sitting back, nestled in the tall pines. Unless someone knew exactly where it was, they would probably just miss the little, narrow dirt road that led the three-quarters of a mile back through the wooded area leading to the house. The old man had bought the house twenty-five years earlier, for his third wife. She had thought it cute, and a good place for her daughter to stay while finishing nursing school. He hadn’t cared much for the house itself, but the grounds behind it were perfect for the project he had been planning. And though the project was going to cost close to a quarter of a billion dollars, he didn’t care. He had the money. Old money. The kind that came at the expense of hundreds of thousands of unsuspecting human beings. Tobacco.
The old man had since divorced his third wife. And his fourth. His current wife, number five, was never around, either. She had extended family all over the country. And she liked being gone and visiting them more than staying home with him, which he was fine with. After six years with her, the relationship had pretty much run its course. He would’ve divorced her a year ago, if she were ever around. But after four already, he just didn’t have the energy to spend on it. She didn’t care what he did anyway, and so he just let it be. So, now, the house was used for visiting friends and family. But for the most part, it remained empty. And that was a good thing. Because it allowed the old man to conduct his more sketchy business away from inquiring minds. Because behind the house, stood the Shed. Buried fifty meters below the surface was a room constructed of three-foot-thick, steel-reinforced concrete walls. And though this room, by itself, was impressive, it was only the northern wing of an eighteen-hundred-square-foot, state-of-the-art survival shelter, stocked with provisions for up to ten people to live for as long as five years, complete with its own water and air filtration system. All constructed and designed by himself, Gavin Pemberton III.