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A Time For Patriots

A Time For Patriots, May 2011
by Dale Brown

William Morrow
Featuring: Patrick McLanahan
384 pages
ISBN: 0061989991
EAN: 9780061989995
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"Political and military intrigue is the focus of this thrilling novel"

Fresh Fiction Review

A Time For Patriots
Dale Brown

Reviewed by Sharon Galligar Chance
Posted June 20, 2011


Political and military intrigue is front and center of Dale Brown's latest novel, A TIME FOR PATRIOTS.

Set in 2013, Kenneth Phoenix has just been elected President after a bruising campaign. With the national economy in a free fall crisis and deep budget cuts gutting government programs and public safety, one has to wonder if the new president will be true to his surname and be able to raise the country out of the ashes.

With the National Guard all but eliminated, private citizens all over the country begin to band together for protection, and in Nevada, it comes as no surprise to find that a retired Air Force general, Pat McLanahan, has transformed his wing of the Civil Air Patrol into a group of formidable flyers who dedicate themselves to protecting their fellow citizens.

When radioactive materials are stolen by a group dubbed the Knights of the True Republic and then an attack is launched against Reno, spreading radioactive fallout around the city, McLanahan, his son Bradley and their followers are going to have to follow up their words with actions.

A TIME FOR PATRIOTS is Brown's seventeenth novel featuring the intrepid Pat McLanahan whose adventures and missions, while very technical and precise, are still fascinating, and chillingly close to the reality of today's world. Readers will find thrilling, fast-paced action and a mesmerizing storyline in this novel that is sure to keep them glued to their seats until the very last word.

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Welcome to Battlefield America

When the stock markets crash and the American economy falls into a crippling recession, the president must make massive cuts in the federal budget, including the public safety budget. In response, entire communities of armed citizens band together for survival and mutual protection. Against this dismal backdrop, an entire FBI SWAT team is ambushed and radioactive materials are stolen by a group calling themselves the Knights of the True Republic.

In this time of crisis, a citizen organization rises to the task of protecting their fellow countrymen: the Civil Air Patrol. The Nevada Wing—led by retired Air Force Lieutenant-General Patrick McLanahan and his son, Bradley—uses their military skills in the sky and on the ground to hunt down violent terrorists. But how will Patrick respond when extremists launch a catastrophic dirty bomb attack in Reno?

With A Time for Patriots, New York Times bestselling master of the modern thriller Dale Brown brings the battle home to explore a terrifying possibility—the collapse of the American Republic.


Northwest of Battle Mountain, Nevada
That same time

They had walked another two hundred yards or so in the new direction without any more signs. "Whaddya say, Marky?" Ron Spivey shouted. "We got nothing. We should’ve stayed on that original track. Now we need to start over."

Brad looked at Ralph Markham. "Sergeant?"

Ralph appeared indecisive, but only for a few moments: "Another hundred yards," he said. Ron groaned. Ralph made some quick calculations in his head. "Then we’ll turn right to three-four-zero, go for…for forty paces, turn back to one-seven zero, and search back towards the crash site."

"Where in heck did you come up with all that, Marky?" Ron asked. "Why do we have to do all that?"

"He’s putting us back on the reciprocal of the original search bearing," Brad explained with a smile. "The one-in- sixty rule. We go out six hundred feet and changed heading ten degrees, so we’ve offset ourselves one hundred feet, or about forty paces. Ralph’s plan should put us right back to where we found the sneaker, on the original search bearing."

"So why don’t we just do that now?" Ron asked.

"Because I want to search another hundred yards on this bearing," Ralph said. "Line up and let’s go." Ron rolled his eyes in exasperation but did as he was told.

Brad was starting to get a little tired slogging through the damp, uneven ground, and he could feel the sunburn building on the back of his unprotected neck. The terrain was getting a bit more rolling, and now they came across a wide wash that had a thin rivulet of water flowing through it from the recent thunderstorms. This last hundred yards was going to be tougher than the previous two hundred.

"I say we jog now, before we have to cross this wash," Ron said.

"It’s not so bad," Ralph said. "Just sixty more yards." Ron said something under his breath but pushed on.

Every now and then Brad would glance up at the search plane overhead. He was so close to becoming a Senior member and flying that plane, he could almost taste it. Ground Team work was OK, but where he really belonged was…

Just as he descended from the wash’s embankment and started to look for the best place to cross the water, something made Brad turn around…and there, half-buried in the embankment, covered in dust, mud, and insects, was a young boy!

Reno, Nevada
A short time later

"We are at the scene of a horrible airplane crash here at the Bruce R. Thompson United States Courthouse and Federal Building in downtown Reno," the female reporter began. "The crash happened about fifteen minutes ago and is the worst air accident in Reno’s history. My cameraman Jerry Fleck is with me and he’ll be providing you of shots of this unfolding tragedy."

The camera panned to the southeast face of the building. Thick smoke and flames were still shooting out of the hole in the building, and the entire structure appeared to be tilting away from the camera. "As you can see, the plane had hit almost directly in the center of the ten- story building here on the four hundred block of South Virginia Street," the reporter went on. "We do not know who the pilot was, how many passengers he had on board, or what kind of plane hit the building, although some observers say it is a medium-sized turboprop used mostly by small companies. We have a call in to air traffic controllers at the Reno-Tahoe International Airport to find out if they were in contact with the pilot and what could have caused this terrible accident.

"We have been told that the fire department has just upped the response to this accident with a fifth alarm. The plane did not appear to crash all the way through the building, but the force of its impact blew out the north and northwest sides of the building, spreading fire and debris across onto the Bank of America office complex across Virginia Street, the U.S. Bank office building across Liberty Street, and onto residents and visitors on the streets below. Fortunately, most workers were not in those buildings on the weekend. The police have cordoned off two blocks in all directions, and they ask that you should not try to come downtown for any reason and allow police, firefighters, medical personnel, and investigators to do their jobs."

The reporter touched her earpiece to listen closer, then said breathlessly, "I have just been given word by my producer John Ramos in the truck that, according to a spokesman for the FAA air traffic control facility at the Reno airport, an aircraft called a Beech King Air, which is a medium-sized civilian turboprop aircraft, overflew the airport minutes ago at very high speed and very low altitude. We must conclude that it was the same airplane that hit the Thompson federal building. There is no speculation from the FAA if the plane was trying to land at the airport and the pilot became disoriented, or if this was a deliberate act. It is simply too early to…"

The reporter stopped again and listened into her earpiece while the camera moved away from her and zoomed in on the shattered building. Off-camera, she said in a whisper, "What do you mean, we’re getting out of here? We’re two blocks away—it’s safe! We’re…John? John?" A moment later, a man with headphones on ran up to the reporter and pulled her away, briefly crossing in front of the camera. "John, what are you doing? I’m on the air!"

"I know you are," the man said. "We’re getting out of here, now! Jerry, pack it up!"

"I’m not going anywhere!" the reporter whispered angrily. "This is the biggest story of my life! I’m staying with it for as long as…!" The producer whispered something in the reporter’s ear as he dragged her towards the crew’s truck. "What? What did you say, John?"

"Radioactivity!" he replied.


The producer grabbed the microphone. "U.S. Secret Service investigators detected large levels of radioactivity at the crash site," he said. "The plane that crashed into the Thompson Federal Building was carrying some sort of nuclear device or weapon. The entire downtown district of Reno is being evacuated."

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