PIPER'S, Inc. 3 - DEAD TO RIGHTS

Joaquin De Torres

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Seven years ago, a secret society of exceptionally-trained assassins swept over the nation's criminal landscape like a tsunami on a tiny village.

Trained in exotic forms of hand to hand combat, military weaponry, and bleeding edge cyber technology - they hunted down and purged the most corrupt politicians, CEOs, lawyers, judges, priests, televangelists, social icons, police chiefs, and oligarchs with horrific and savage efficiency. No mercy was shown to those who destroyed the everyday citizen; no quarter was given to those who oppressed the innocent.

Performing this purge was PIPER'S, Inc., and spearheading the elite corps of PIPER'S, Inc. combatants was Draven Moon, callsign Temujin, a former special forces commander. A one-man army, he led the resistance; he led the assassinations; he led the raids. He was the facilitator of the new emancipation of America.

But that was seven years ago. . .

Today, Moon is serving multiple life sentences in Attica's super-max prison; the organization's original directors are either dead or retired; and the once invincible combatants of PIPER'S, Inc. are leaderless, unemployed, and scattered.

President Ericka Hedlin, a staunch supporter of PIPER'S, Inc., watches helplessly as the nation diverges again towards government and corporate corruption, racism, and police brutality. Without Moon, PIPER'S, Inc. is dormant; without PIPER'S, Inc., America is doomed.

But Moon has a plan – an inconceivable and implausible plan. From within his cell, he promises to hunt down every conspiring facilitator and influencer in every government building, every courthouse, every police precinct, every law firm, every corporation, every political district, every racist rally, and in every oligarch's mansion – EVERYONE who has damaged and threatened America in his absence – will be burned alive in the flames of a New Revolution!

Sujets

• Policier & Thriller
• Policier
• Political
• Thrillers
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 04 juillet 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456631543
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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PIPER’S, INC. 3
- DEAD TO RIGHTS -
 
by
 
Joaquin De Torres
 
Edited by:
Dr. Joseph L. De Torres
 
Copyright 2018 Joaquin De Torres,
All rights reserved.
 
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3154-3
 
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Dedication

Resistance is feasible even for those who are not heroes by nature, and it is an obligation, I believe, for those who fear the consequences and detest the reality of the attempt to impose American hegemony.
 
Noam Chomsky
This work is dedicated to the nameless masses of heroic individuals who have risked their bodies, their careers, and their lives to fighting, protesting, and remonstrating against police brutality, corruptibility, complicity, hostility, murder, and worse of all - their immunity.
The PIPER’S, Inc. series was written for ALL OF US civilians to modulate the social voice and heighten the enraged volume against this group of untrained, racist, bigoted, thuggish, and judiciously protected “citizens on patrol.”
Not all police officers are this way, but those who aren’t should speak out against those who are – and that’s where I question their courage. The cancer has spread so much, that we can’t tell the difference between a ‘good cop’ and a bad one until our faces are grounded in the dirt as fists, night sticks, or bullets rain down on us.
This is NOT a metric we should have to tolerate to distinguish which cop shows up to ‘protect and serve’ and the cop who shows up to inflict pain, intimidation, and control!
The PIPER’S, Inc. series will continue - volume after volume - until I’m censored, arrested, or dead – all of which have more probability of occurring than the hope of having police oppression rendered inert, illegal, accountable, or flat-out crushed.
George Orwell said: ‘Enlightened people seldom or never possess a sense of responsibility.’
This has changed ! This has evolved! This will not stop ! This will grow!

WE WILL RESIST!
If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us. . .
Shall we not revenge?
 
William Shakespeare
 
“ Oderint dum metuant .”
Let them hate. . .so long as they fear.
 
Caligula
Table of Contents
INTRODUCTION
FOREWORD
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
Harbinger
CHAPTER TWO
To Each His Own
CHAPTER THREE
Dinner With The Devil
CHAPTER FOUR
A Man Apart
CHAPTER FIVE
Those Who Stand Alone
CHAPTER SIX
When the Smoke Clears
CHAPTER SEVEN
Welcome to the Jungle
CHAPTER EIGHT
Prodigal Son
CHAPTER NINE
Edification
CHAPTER TEN
God of War
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Proper Introductions
CHAPTER TWELVE
Behind Closed Doors
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
What’s Past is Prologue
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
‘Igne natura renovatur integra.’
EPILOGUE
 
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INTRODUCTION
Emergency Room 6
John F. Kennedy Memorial Hospital
La Quinta, CA.
 
“Patient has hemopneumothorax, Doctor! Blood is flooding the pleural cavity!”
“Let’s drain it,” responded Dr. Carmen Borja calmly, the head ER surgeon. As her trauma team worked frantically on the wounds of the victim, Borja remained collected, issuing orders in her usual controlled, professional tone. After 26 years as a trauma surgeon in the San Francisco Bay Area where shootings and knifings were as prevalent as its catastrophic rent, Borja was no stranger to blood, shredded flesh, bullet holes, stab wounds, broken necks, and shattered bones.
Borja had seen all facets of human misery and anatomical horror, and there had to be a breaking point. Working 12-hour shifts, 24-hour on-calls, and absolutely no-safe weekends were ruining her relationship with her family and her heath. She desperately needed a change; and when her daughter turned 13, she decided to make it.
Through a fellow surgeon and good friend at Balboa Medical Center in San Diego, she was tipped off about an opening for an ER surgeon position in the upper-crust resort town of La Quinta, California - population over 37,500.
A nice small town to raise my precious Charley . The message piqued her interest. She immediately began her research and her eyes lit up. La Quinta - an affluent resort city in Riverside County about 130 miles north of San Diego . Google stated that it was known for its first-class social and recreational facilities, gated communities, quiet environment, scenic mountain and valley vistas, celebrities, and music and sports extravaganzas like Coachella Valley, the Indian Wells pro tennis tournament, and the annual Bob Hope Chrysler Classic PGA golf tournament. La Quinta is ranked among the top 100 golf courses in the United States.
Ashamed for a momentary slip into demographic and racial reality, she knew that a place like this – full of rich White retirees and Yuppies, wait, do they even say ‘Yuppies’ anymore? I meant ‘Hipsters’ - would not attract the street crime, drugs and human trafficking, shootings, beatings, gang activities, homelessness, and overall filth that always threatened the citizens in the Bay Area.
This is my reward for all those years of saving lives in the worst way possible other than being a battlefield surgeon. I need this. Charley needs this. Her friend told her that she had everything La Quinta would want. Borja’s resume in the ER was impeccable, far and away more qualified from anything that town would ever need.
“Nice and quiet,” she said out loud. “The tempo will be slow. The emergencies, routine. No school shootings, no gang wars, no kidnappings.” She smiled, already determined to get the job no matter what. “What could go wrong in a place like that? Dare I say, it might even prove to be – boring?” She laughed at how giddy she was getting. She was accepted for the job 24-hours after sending an email with her attached Introduction Letter and CV.
In the eight months from the day she arrived, she had performed only five emergency surgeries, non-crime related; and of those, only one was serious enough to require her to stay more than five hours in the ER.
That was eight months ago.
 
* * * * *
 
“SHE’S LOSING MORE BLOOD!” yelled a young nurse, starting to panic.
“Apply a stem to the left ventricle!” ordered the assistant surgeon. “Give me the goddamn cannula! Insert it through the vein there. Hurry up!”
Borja’s eyes, nerves, and spine iced up when she walked into the ER and onto the scene of her first major crisis situation. Her first! That is, at La Quinta.
“Tell me quickly, Renee! What’s going on?” She was given a gruesome gist by the head nurse as both women frantically threw on their scrubs, masks and gloves in the locker room. Renee Wilks tried to be as calm as possible as she rammed out the information in bullet format.
“Assassination attempt. President Sanchez and members of his cabinet. Multiple gunshots, multiple deaths. PIPER’S, Inc. members working security, also shot, several killed.”
“What’s the condition of the President?”
“Dead,” Wilks answered flatly. “You have to go to ER 6 to work on a PIPER’S, Inc. member. She’s about to go.” Borja remained silent as they both reported to their assignments. When she entered ER 6, the cacophony of voices, equipment tones, and the clinking of metal instruments filled her ears. There was blood everywhere; there were bodies everywhere.
She quickly glanced at the clipboard recently and messily scribbled upon: DR. KATARINA VULIN. AGE: 32. COMBAT SURGEON. PIPER’S, INC. Dear God! This was no ordinary emergency surgery; this was no ordinary victim. Vulin was a legend in the field, a prodigy whose reputation as a surgeon vastly outshined her notoriety for working for PIPER’S, Inc.
She suddenly felt her calm being replaced by desperation. So, as all professionals of her caliber know, when the calm departs, training steps in.
“Doctor Borja, THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE!” exclaimed Dr. Benjamin Tanaka, Japanese-American surgeon who initially received the patients. “We’ve got bodies everywhere!” Tanaka snapped his head to the side, not knowing nor caring who was there. “I need six units of blood, type B positive!”, then turned back to Borja, somewhat less burdened by panic now that she had arrived.
“Carmen, I’ve initiating two large-bore IV cannulae for vigorous fluid replacement. But, I’m afraid she’s lost too much blood. There’s hemorrhaging in multiple areas.” He looked around quickly, then into her eyes with worry. He leaned in and spoke quietly enough so no one else could hear.
“Carmen, I’m sorry, but I don’t know wh