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  The Blackout Series

  36 Hours

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  Turning Point

  Shiloh Ranch

  Hornet’s Nest

  Devil’s Homecoming

  The Prepping for Tomorrow Series

  Cyber Warfare

  EMP: Electromagnetic Pulse

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  Patriot’s Farewell

  A Boston Brahmin Novel

  by

  Bobby Akart

  Contents

  Previously in The Boston Brahmin Series

  Dedications

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author, Bobby Akart

  Epigraph

  Prologue

  PART ONE The Monday before Thanksgiving Six and a half years later—November 2024

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  PART TWO The Tuesday before Thanksgiving November 2024

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  PART THREE The day before Thanksgiving November 2024

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  PART FOUR Thanksgiving Day November 2024

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

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  Previously in the Boston Brahmin Series

  Copyright Information

  Dedications

  To the love of my life, you saved me from madness and continue to do so daily. Thank you for loving me.

  To the Princesses of the Palace, my little marauders in training, you have no idea how much happiness you bring to your mommy and me. Seeing your wiggly butts at the end of a long day behind the keyboard makes it all worthwhile.

  To the Founding Fathers, whose vision and bravery built America. My apologies for what we’ve become.

  Acknowledgements

  Writing a book that is both informative and entertaining requires a tremendous team effort. Writing is the easy part. For their efforts in making Patriot’s Farewell, a Boston Brahmin Political Thriller a reality, I would like to thank Hristo Argirov Kovatliev for his incredible cover art, Pauline Nolet for her editorial prowess, Stef Mcdaid for making this manuscript decipherable on so many formats, and the Team—whose advice, friendship and attention to detail is priceless. A special thank you to Stewart McLaurin with the White House Historical Association and the White House Museum for their extensive background material on the White House, as well as insight into the daily life of our presidents.

  Thank you all!

  Choose Freedom!

  About the Author, Bobby Akart

  Bestselling author Bobby Akart has been ranked by Amazon as the #3 Bestselling Religion & Spirituality Author, the #5 Bestselling Science Fiction Author, and the #7 Bestselling Historical Author. He is the author of sixteen international bestsellers, in thirty-nine different fiction and nonfiction genres, including the critically acclaimed Boston Brahmin series, the bestselling Blackout series, his highly cited nonfiction Prepping for Tomorrow series and his latest project—The Pandemic Series, which has produced four #1 bestsellers.

  Bobby has provided his readers a diverse range of topics that are both informative and entertaining. His attention to detail and impeccable research has allowed him to capture the imaginations of his readers through his fictional works, and bring them valuable knowledge through his nonfiction books.

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  Epigraph

  It doesn’t take a majority to prevail but rather a tireless, irate minority, keen to set brush fires in the people’s minds.

  ~ Samuel Adams

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  I get red, white, and blue sometimes.

  ~ Walt Disney

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  One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, one nation evermore.

  ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

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  To restore harmony, to render us again one people acting as one nation should be the object of every man really a patriot.

  ~ Thomas Jefferson

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  Liberty, once lost, is lost forever.

  ~ John Adams

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  The duty of a true patriot is to protect his country from its government.

  ~ Thomas Paine

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  Choose Freedom!

  ~ Henry Winthrop Sargent IV

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE TO THE READER

  Patriot’s Farewell is written as a standalone novel based upon my six book Boston Brahmin series. Knowledge of the characters and back story of the Boston Brahmin series will be helpful as you read Patriot’s Farewell.

  Whether you’ve read the Boston Brahmin series already, or if you decide to pick up the story in this time frame, I s
uggest you read “Previously In The Boston Brahmin Series” by click on the following link. This will enable you to familiarize yourself with the characters and the events which led to Patriot’s Farewell.

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  After you’ve completed reading the back story, you’ll be returned to the beginning. Enjoy Patriot’s Farewell!

  Prologue

  April 2018

  Late Morning

  King’s Chapel Burying Ground

  Boston, Massachusetts

  Nobody likes funerals. Yet we plan them to honor our departed loved ones. Sometimes, with a little luck, the dearly departed provides detailed instructions on the type of procession they’d prefer. In other instances, it’s up to the family, who often provides elaborate wakes, with multiple orators providing eulogies.

  John Morgan succumbed to a heart attack within eighteen months of his life-threatening stroke while the Boston Brahmin sought refuge at Prescott Peninsula. Eighteen months was an eternity under the circumstances, but it was still fresh in his godson’s mind.

  Sarge, born Henry Winthrop Sargent IV, was not Morgan’s son by birth, but he was in all other respects. On that fateful night, Sarge confronted Morgan, his mentor and benefactor, about the heinous cyber attack that brought down the power grid across most of the United States. The nation was thrown into chaos. Many millions died, a foreign army occupied the country’s soil, and a battle brewed between a tyrannical president desperately trying to hold onto power and the self-declared protectors of the Constitution, the Loyal Nine and the Boston Brahmin.

  The truth surrounding the cyber attack was only known to a few trusted friends of Sarge and certain members of the Boston Brahmin’s executive council. The president, who was complicit in the act, was forced to remain silent on the matter for fear of being exposed. Plus, as a politician, he had his future to consider.

  When Abigail Morgan, the only surviving daughter of John Morgan, asked Sarge to deliver the eulogy, he reluctantly accepted. She’d told Sarge that several world dignitaries would attend, as well as her father’s closest friends, all of whom hinted at an opportunity to speak. But Abbie, who’d known Sarge most of her life, trusted him with the proper words. After all, words were Sarge’s forte.

  Fittingly, a slight drizzle fell over the beautifully maintained grounds of King’s Chapel Burying Ground, the first cemetery in the city of Boston founded in 1630. Adjacent to King’s Chapel, completed in 1754, the historic site lay in the shadow of Morgan’s top-floor offices at 73 Tremont.

  It was within 73 Tremont that Morgan played puppeteer to the world’s financial and geopolitical affairs. He had a pulse on everything, especially U.S. politics. If there ever was a kingmaker, it was John Morgan. For what most people suspected but could never prove, an invisible hand of power actually existed over the world’s political and financial affairs.

  There existed in America a silent, unseen group of patriots, direct descendants of the Founding Fathers and the Sons of Liberty, who were made up of business leaders, politicians, former military officers, and philanthropists. They were everywhere and existed in every aspect of Americans’ lives. The average person never saw them or paused to think about their activities, yet they saw the results their hands played in world affairs.

  This group—the Boston Brahmin—revered their leader, John Morgan, and his carefully selected replacement, Sarge. For the first time, the world’s most powerful group of geopolitical influence sat at the top of the throne through Morgan’s godson, Sarge.

  The funeral attendees filed out of the chapel building under a canopy of massive oak trees, which provided them some relief from the drizzle. The names were synonymous with New England aristocracy and the founding of our nation—Lowell, Cabot, Lodge, Winthrop, Peabody, Endicott, Bradlee, and Sargent.

  Morgan’s casket was ready to be lowered into a tomb adjacent to John Winthrop, the first Puritan governor of Massachusetts. Sarge glanced to both sides of the burial plots, wondering if there would be a space for him someday.

  A man didn’t know his place in history until his dying days when his work was done. Sarge had thought his life was destined to be spent teaching future political and business leaders at Harvard, but fate had other plans for his back forty—the term he used for the second half of his life.

  To his right stood a solemn, pregnant Julia. She was eight months along with their second child but insisted upon leaving the White House to honor John Morgan—a man whom she had come to love as her father. The birth of their first son, Henry the fifth, as Sarge had quipped before the parents eventually settled on Win, short for Winthrop, came on the day of Sarge’s inauguration as President of the United States. It was a joyous day that also had its dark moment.

  Sarge had buried his brother, Steven, at sea the year before after he was murdered by a man who sought to endear himself to Governor James O’Brien, the tyrannical monster who used the collapse as a way to advance his power and control. On the first day of his presidency, Sarge ordered the scum to be executed—by Sarge’s own hand.

  In that moment, he changed. He was a natural born leader despite his humble beginnings as a professor and author. By speaking to the nation from the heart, espousing principles of limited government and freedom that he firmly believed in, Sarge led the nation out of despair.

  But after he shot the lowlife who killed his brother, a steely cold resolve came over Sarge. He embraced the tough, sometimes brutal methods used by his brother. This new weapon in his arsenal would serve him well over time.

  Abbie squeezed Sarge’s hand, indicating it was time to begin. He hadn’t prepared a eulogy. His attempts to write one failed him. Draft after draft was crumpled up and thrown in the general direction of the trash can. He could’ve called upon any of his talented speechwriters within his communications team to create the proper words, but then they wouldn’t be his.

  He was ready to deliver his remarks, but before he spoke, Sarge recalled the final words spoken by Morgan the evening before his fateful heart attack.

  “Henry”—as Morgan always referred to Sarge—“nothing lasts forever. Not power, not wealth, and certainly not life itself. This is why we must make the most of the time we have on this earth. Why would one want to waste their life in creating the perfect epitaph on their gravestone—fondly remembered or some such? That’s nothing more than sentimental incontinence.

  “Face it, young man. Life is a zero-sum game and politics dictates winners and losers. Throughout my life, I’ve been an active participant in the game and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished. Now, it’s your turn.

  “As you fulfill your dreams, build your family and take over the great responsibilities that I’ve placed upon you, don’t strive for a monumental whimper such as respected by all who knew him. It’s not respect that motivates a man to follow your lead. It’s fear. That’s how revolutions begin and empires are built.

  “When a man is afraid, you can crush him. Thereafter, you’ll gain his respect. Instilling fear in a man is intoxicating and liberating, and always an emotion much stronger than respect. Do not forget this, Henry.”

  After these final words, John Morgan fell asleep, never to wake again.

  Sarge shuddered from the dampness of the rain and the slight breeze that blew over him. He looked into the faces awaiting him to speak. He wasn’t sure what their expectations were. Some wanted Sarge to explain Morgan’s actions that initiated the collapse. Others wanted him to heap praise upon their associate and friend. He shook off the chill of the weather and the ghosts who surrounded him and began.

  “John Morgan belongs to the ages now …”

  PART ONE

  The Monday before Thanksgiving

  Six and a half years later—November 2024

  Chapter 1

  6:00 a.m.

  The National Mall

  Washington, DC

  Sarge jogged through the west gate of the White House grounds with an entourage of Secret Serv
ice personnel. Running helped him sleep at night, but it also kept him disciplined. As president, Sarge learned the value of time. His brain never rested, as the burdens of America and the world weighed upon him. The oldest form of exercise known to man became a part of his morning routine the day after the First Family moved into the repaired and renovated White House.

  The dark days after the collapse of the power grid had taken its toll on Washington, DC, in more ways than one. Vandals and looters, mad at their politicians and the world in general, took to the streets. Chaos reigned within the beltway for a year before order was restored.

  Now, in his final months of an abbreviated two-term presidency, Sarge cherished the opportunity to run through the National Mall, taking in the sights and sounds of a revitalized city. He varied his routes through the historic grassy plaza, which was home to iconic monuments, including the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument.

  After the power grid collapsed, madness overtook the population of the District. These tributes to American history were defaced, torn down, and in some cases destroyed entirely. The beautiful cherry trees that had lined the reflecting pool were butchered or uprooted out of maliciousness.

  Members of the National Guard had done their best to protect the historical artifacts within the Smithsonian museums before a herculean effort was made to remove them to safety in the mountains of West Virginia.

  Fierce battles had raged as dedicated military personnel protected the White House, the Capitol, and the Supreme Court building. Only the establishment of a FEMA regional government and an extraordinary amount of relief supplies calmed the locals down. But eventually, as was the case with the other FEMA regions, the citizens demanded their government back.

  Sarge was credited for bringing peace to Washington, DC, and the rest of the nation. He started from the bottom up. He encouraged local and state governments to reestablish their relationships with their constituents. Americans knew their local elected officials on a personal level, which ensured their trust in the efforts taken to restore order. Once trust in government was established, authority over the citizenry was accepted.