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"Pitchfork Justice" A Novel by Alexander HarkavyChapter 1@biggamecoach The weather looks good for the first game tomorrow eve.Godspeed! The message jolted the otherwise calm countenance of all who "followed"it. Hearts began to race. Minds flickered with long made plans. Codedconfirmation calls zipped across the country. Within an hour, anyone who hadnot seen the tweet was still notified. The big plan had been set into motion. "It's a go." "Hey, Tom. You up to a little poker tomorrow night?" "Yeah. Sounds good. I've already talked to C.J. He's closing his shop a little early. Has to go pick up some beer and pretzels." "Sounds like a plan. See ya tomorrow." "It's a go." And so it went. In four disparate cities spanning the country, plans that were sealed in the memories of 3 and 4 man groups were about to be deployed. Though separated by miles, they were all of the same mindset. The country appeared to them as a revisited Rome as it was crumbling to its knees in the fourth century. The decadence of the rich and the corruption of the system were rampant. The glory days were over. They and the majority of the population had been betrayed. The currency should never have been taken off the gold standard. Inflation was a hidden tax that was eating the sinew of the nation from the inside. Cronyism was rampant. All the money was headed in one direction, to the wealthiest. Whether misguided or not, whether extreme or not, this band of few was a proxy for many and they knew it. As each had done before, they were hell bent on showing their version of patriotism, again.The societies on the earth have aged poorly. Greed, complacency and laziness have supplanted a once eager spirit A few have tried to change this death spiral. This is their story