Red, white, and blue.
The American flag lay tattered on the eagle emblem adorning the blood-speckled carpet.
A woman had her knees on the eagle's shield, with her interlocked hands behind her head. Despite blood dripping from a multitude of gashes and scars, her gaze was steely and determined.
A smartly dressed man held a gun to her head.
"Any last words Noor?"
"None."
He chuckled. "May I ask why?" The gun pressed further into her black hair.
"Because, Mr. President, these are not my last words."
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The Whistleblowing Couriers
Mystery / ThrillerIn the near future, the people of the United States grapple with a fascist regime and an economic depression. Court-martialed Marine Noor Swaminadhan and expelled student journalist Yahola A-da-tli-chi join the Continental Army, a resistance movemen...
