About FACTION 9: A Novel of Revolution (on-sale January 19th)
Welcome
to the near future, an America ruled by sharks—the Wall Street kind.
Greedy gangster bankers. Carnivorous corporate creeps. Fascist war
profiteers who cruise the oceans of dark power with their bloody jaws
wide open, escorted by scavenger politicians nibbling at their scraps.
The billionaires live in luxurious depravity, while regular citizens work their fingers to the bone for nothing. And when the people cry out for justice, the politicians just laugh—all the way to the bank.
But new predators are stirring in the sea. These new hunters are young, cunning, and agile, with nothing to lose and only freedom to gain. Their motto: Hatred of greed is the salvation of love.
And their mission? Taking out the sharks, starting with a billionaire so racist, deranged, and corrupt that he just might become the next US president.
They are Faction 9. They are everywhere and nowhere. And they are the only thing the plutocrats truly fear—because all the riches of hell can’t buy them off.
The billionaires live in luxurious depravity, while regular citizens work their fingers to the bone for nothing. And when the people cry out for justice, the politicians just laugh—all the way to the bank.
But new predators are stirring in the sea. These new hunters are young, cunning, and agile, with nothing to lose and only freedom to gain. Their motto: Hatred of greed is the salvation of love.
And their mission? Taking out the sharks, starting with a billionaire so racist, deranged, and corrupt that he just might become the next US president.
They are Faction 9. They are everywhere and nowhere. And they are the only thing the plutocrats truly fear—because all the riches of hell can’t buy them off.
Faction 9 takes place at a bleak, indeterminate point in the future,
or possibly a harrowing alternative present. The entire world is subdivided
into nine “Pharmatainment Zones” which answer to a Politburo of Global
Plutocrats: North America, South America, Russia, Sino-Japan, Oceania,
Indo-Pakistan, Greater Arabia, Greater Africa, Europe, and the Lunar Company.
The US military has
been completely privatized and the highest governing body in America is the
Chamber of Commerce, which receives its instructions from a secretive global
organization called the Billionaire’s Guild. Law and order are maintained by
the National Police and the heavily armed “Warforce” wing of the FBI. The US
Security Agency keeps tabs on citizens to prevent dissent. But most people are
so zonked out on “Pharmatainment Tech” (including virtual reality games, interactive
security dramas, and spirituality pills) that there is little organized
resistance to the world Corporatocracy. Political life is dead, and basic
freedoms are long gone—most human beings don’t even realize that they were sold
down the river by their politicians a long, long time ago.
However, not all people are content. Jack Tone, a desk officer at the
Manhattan Field Office of the US Security Agency, is fighting depression,
though he’s not sure why. One day he injudiciously agrees to attend a meeting
of the “Friendly Neighborhood Political Discussion Group,” only to find out
that it is really Faction Nine, a tenacious band of offbeat revolutionaries.
They have committed themselves to the assassination of a psychotic,
narcissistic, and delusional billionaire plotting good old-fashioned world
domination, but hell-bent on achieving it in a way that is not so much
old-fashioned as it is charmingly, brutally insane. The only thing more brazen than
this plot is Faction Nine's own assassination scheme. And they need Jack Tone
to bring it off.
This is the world of Faction 9: A
Novel of Revolution, a dystopian thriller whose feverish prediction of an
America gone bonkers is actually less unbelievable now than even a few years
ago.
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About the authorJames Firelocke spends his time between his rustic one-room cabin in Pennsylvania, and his gritty one-room apartment in the Newark, New Jersey metropolitan area. He struggles for existence as a freelance editor in addition to working in the document production department of a large organization. He is divorced, with no dogs or cats, and enjoys sunlight, clean water, and fresh air.
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