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A Time for Patriots (Patrick McLanahan Series #17)

A Time for Patriots (Patrick McLanahan Series #17)

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by Dale Brown

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“A master….[Brown] puts readers right into the middle of the inferno.”
—Larry Bond

New York Times bestselling thriller-master Dale Brown delivers a story for our times. A Time for Patriots is one of his most explosive novels to date—a frightening, all-too-possible look into the near future, when the


“A master….[Brown] puts readers right into the middle of the inferno.”
—Larry Bond

New York Times bestselling thriller-master Dale Brown delivers a story for our times. A Time for Patriots is one of his most explosive novels to date—a frightening, all-too-possible look into the near future, when the nation’s economic collapse turns thousands of Americans against their own government. In the midst of chaos, Patrick McLanahan—hero of Executive Intent, Rogue Forces, and many other previous adventures—must enlist the aid of his son and his fellow citizens to hunt down terrorists any way they can. In A Time for Patriots, Dale Brown brings the battle home!

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Publishers Weekly
Bestseller Brown's interesting but light on action thriller, part of his loose series featuring a number of characters (Executive Intent, etc.), finds Gen. Patrick McLanahan now retired to Battle Mountain, Nev. There McLanahan continues his lifetime of service by flying rescue missions for the local Civil Air Patrol. In an earlier installment, America survived an attack by Russian bombers after McLanahan led a successful counterattack, but now the economic crash of 2012 has achieved what the Russians were unable to accomplish. Severe budget cuts have mothballed much of America's armed might, and now homegrown terrorists known as the Knights of the True Republic of America are carrying out attacks on the government. McLanahan has a full plate of domestic difficulties—his 17-year-old son, Brad, is chafing at the familial bonds, and McLanahan's girlfriend, Gia, has disappeared. Fortunately, McLanahan can rely on the help of his fellow CAP volunteers and some old friends in his battle with the terrorists. Established fans will have no trouble following the action, but newcomers are advised to dive into the series two or three books back if they really want to know what's going on. (May)
Library Journal
Recession has led to severe cuts in government services, forcing citizens to band together for protection. Only the Civil Air Patrol, an auxiliary of the U.S. Air Force, acts for the common good. The Nevada branch—run by Brown stalwart Patrick McLanahan and his son Bradley—even intends to train a new generation to hunt terrorists. Currently a mission pilot in the Civil Air Patrol, Brown should deliver some exacting details. Well, it's certainly au courant; with a 125,000-copy first printing.

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A Time For Patriots

A Novel
By Dale Brown

William Morrow

Copyright © 2011 Dale Brown
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-06-198999-5

Chapter One

I hear many condemn these men because they were so
few. When were the good and brave ever in a majority?
—Henry David Thoreau
The recent thunderstorms had turned the yard—if you could call
their little patch of dirt, grass, and rocks a yard—into a brown
crumbly paste, like soggy half-baked green-colored brownies. The
unpaved streets were in a little better shape, having been
compacted by automobile and construction traffic, but it was still a wet,
sloppy mess that sunshine hadn't yet been able to ameliorate.
This could have been war-torn Iraq or Afghanistan, or some
remote Chinese village instead, it was a relatively new subdivision
in the community of Battle Mountain, in north-central Nevada.
Battle Mountain began life as a small railroad depot and
mining camp in post–Civil War north-central Nevada, nothing more
than a small collection of warehouses, shops, saloons, and brothels.
Although it became the seat of Lander County, the community
never got around to becoming an incorporated town, city, or even
a village. Even when the interstate highway was built nearby and
the U.S. Army set up a B-17 bomber crew training base outside of
town, the community never really grew far from its mining-camp,
bump-in-the-road past.
And that's pretty much what Bradley James McLanahan
thought of Battle Mountain: yet another bump in his road.
Just one month away from his eighteenth birthday, tallish
like his deceased mother but husky and blue-eyed like his father,
Brad—no one used his full first name except his dad unless they
were looking for trouble—had had his share of moves and terrible
postings, like all Air Force brats. Although he didn't think so, he
actually had it pretty good compared to the kids of some other
officers, because he had moved just a few times in the eighteen years
his father, retired Air Force Lieutenant-General Patrick McLanahan,
had been in the service. But to his thinking, Battle Mountain
was his penalty for having fewer moves and bad postings.
Brad had been cooped up most of the morning playing computer
games and waiting for the hellish thunderstorms to blow
through, and now that the rains had stopped and the sun was coming
out, he wanted to get the heck out. He found his dad in his tiny
bedroom/office. "Dad, can I borrow the car?" he asked from the
"Depends," his father replied without turning. Patrick was
seemingly staring out the window of his bedroom, one hand hovering
in midair, his fingers moving as if he were typing on a keyboard.
Brad knew—but wasn't allowed to tell anyone—that his
father didn't need a screen because computer images were
broadcast to tiny monitors built into special lenses of his eyes so the
computer images appeared as big as if on a twenty-seven-inch high-def
screen; he typed on a "virtual" keyboard that he could call up as
well. His dad had been the guinea pig for many such high-tech
gadgets in his years in the Air Force. "Kitchen?"
"Clean, dishwasher unloaded."
"Sunday is my usual day to do the bathroom. Okay if I do it
"Okay. Bedroom?"
"Picked up, bed made."
"Living room?"
His father looked at him, trying to discern exactly what that
meant. "Maybe we should check."
"Okay." He watched his dad's blue eyes dart back and forth as
he made mouse-pointer movements by simply looking at log-off
commands on his virtual screen. He followed his dad down the
narrow hallway. Patrick peeked into Brad's bedroom across the
hall, checked, nodded approval, then proceeded past the hall closet
with the stacked washer and dryer, the kitchen/dining area, and
finally into the living room. The McLanahans lived in a double-
wide trailer, about half the size of their last residence in Henderson,
Nevada, near Las Vegas, but large and almost ostentatious
compared to many of their neighbors'.
Patrick scowled at a stack of magazines and junk mail in a pile
on the coffee table. "That stuff needs to be sorted, recycled, or put
away," he said.
"It's Gia's stuff, Dad," Brad said. His dad nodded solemnly. Gia
Cazzotto was his dad's girlfriend—or former girlfriend, or wacko,
or alkie, he didn't know which. She had been medically retired
from the Air Force after ejecting from an EB-1C Vampire bomber
that had been attacked by Russian fighters over the Arabian Sea
last year.
After recovering from her injuries, Gia was sent to Washington
to face charges for her actions just prior to the shoot-down. She was
charged with causing injuries and damage to a peaceful vessel and
its crew in international waters, inciting an international incident,
disobeying orders, and dereliction of duty. Patrick went with her
to lend support and to testify on her behalf, but was barred from
doing so because he faced his own charges. She was found guilty
in a court-martial and sentenced to three years in prison, reduction
in rank to second lieutenant—she had been a full colonel, in command
of a high-tech bomber unit in Southern California—and
a less-than-honorable discharge. Her sentence was commuted by
President Kenneth Phoenix hours after he assumed office, but the
less-than-honorable discharge remained.
Gia was never the same person after that, Brad remembered.
She was angry, quick-tempered, restless, and quiet. The charges
against his father were dismissed by the president, which only
seemed to make her angrier. The president could have completely
pardoned her, but he didn't, saying that in good conscience he
couldn't overturn a jury verdict, even if he believed what she did
was in the best interests of the United States of America. That
made her even angrier.
When his father accepted this job in Battle Mountain, she
accompanied them for a while, helping to set up the trailer and watch
over Brad while his father worked, but she was definitely no fun to
be around like she was in Henderson. She started drinking: good
stuff at first, top-quality Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignons—Brad
always got a little taste—then when the money ran low and she lost
her job, it was whatever was cheapest. Soon after, she started
disappearing, first for a couple days, then a couple weeks at a time. Who
knew if she'd ever be back?
"Sorry. Don't worry about it," Patrick said, straightening his
shoulders. He nodded toward the desk with the drawer with all
the keys in it. "If it needs gas, you know what to do. Watch the
speed limits. And no driving on the interstate. Got some cash?"
Patrick nodded. Damn, he thought, his son was grown up,
almost his own guy. What in hell would living in this trailer feel like
without him? "Call if anything happens."
"I know, I know, I will," Brad said. "Thanks." Like all of his
friends, Brad got his learner's permit at exactly age fifteen and
a half on the dot because a car meant real freedom in an
isolated place like Battle Mountain—the nearest town of any size
was Elko, more than seventy miles away and accessible only by
the interstate, unless you really liked serious off-roading. The cops
knew that, and they liked to ticket kids who drove at night or used
the interstate highway, which was not allowed for drivers with only
learner's permits.
The phone was ringing as Brad dashed out the door—no one
he wanted to talk to right now used the home phone, so the quicker
he could get away, the better. He had made it to the car and was
just opening the driver's door when he heard the front door to the
trailer open and his dad shouted, "Brad!"
"Gotta go, Dad," he shouted, not stopping. Sheesh, he thought,
who calls the home number for him on a Saturday afternoon?
All his friends used his cell number. "I'm meeting Ron and he
"Squadron recall," Patrick said. "Actual. Everyone. Seventy-two
They did. All thoughts of freedom disappeared as he dashed
back into the house. Hanging out with his friends, driving, playing
computer games . . . all good, but they were all pretty lame
compared to this.
Patrick and Brad raced back into the trailer, and within
moments reemerged from their bedrooms dressed in completely
different clothes. Patrick wore a sage-green flight suit and black
leather flying boots. The black leather nameplate above his left
pocket had a set of Civil Air Patrol wings, his name, the letters
CAP in one lower corner and his Civil Air Patrol rank, COL, on
the other (even though Patrick retired from the Air Force as a
lieutenant-general, the highest rank he could attain in Civil Air
Patrol without earning advancement points was colonel), along
with Civil Air Patrol and Nevada Wing patches. Brad wore a
camouflaged battle-dress uniform with blue-and-white cloth name
tapes with MCLANAHAN on one side and CIVIL AIR PATROL
on the other, along with a green camouflage cap, an orange safety
vest, and black leather combat boots. Both carried backpacks with
extra gear; Brad carried a smaller pack on his web belt. "Ready to
go, big guy?" Patrick asked.
"Ready." Like the costumed heroes Batman and Robin heading
to the Bat Mobile, the two raced to Patrick's four-door Jeep
Wrangler and drove off.
The roads in the trailer subdivision were muddy from the
recent thunderstorms, but the Wrangler handled them with ease.
The subdivision was a temporary trailer housing settlement built
during the expansion of the air base located nearby—at least it was
meant to be temporary, until the sudden and dramatic downturn
in the economy and the new president's response to the crisis made
the trailers permanent. The roads were still unpaved, and now half
of the trailers were empty.
It took about five minutes to get back on paved surfaces, and
then another ten minutes before reaching the outer perimeter of
the airfield. The perimeter was a simple sign and chain-link fence,
designed more to keep tumbleweeds and coyotes out, and an
unmanned guard gate. But Patrick and Brad both knew that their
identities were already being remotely determined and recorded,
and their movements carefully tracked by the air base's high-tech
security sensors. Joint Air Base Battle Mountain didn't look much
different from the surrounding high desert, but at this place, looks
were deceiving.
What was now Joint Air Base Battle Mountain had a colorful
past, most of which the public was unaware of, or at best indifferent
to. It started life as Tuscarora Army Air Corps Field in 1942
to train bomber and pursuit crews for service in World War II.
After the war, the airfield was turned over to Lander County, and
some of the government land south of the field sold to mining
companies. A few businesses and an air museum tried to make a
go of it at the isolated airfield, but there simply wasn't that much
business in remote north-central Nevada, and the airfield seemed
to languish.
But the underground elevators, buildings, rail lines, power
distributors, and ventilation systems that popped up around the
airfield were never meant for miners: the U.S. government secretly
constructed a vast underground cave network beneath Tuscarora
Army Air Corps Base. The facility was designed to be a government
reconstitution command center, a base far from population
centers to which the heads of the U.S. government and military
would escape and ride out a Soviet or Chinese nuclear-missile
attack. After the attack was over, the officials at Battle
Mountain would broadcast instructions to the survivors and begin
rescue and regeneration efforts for the people of the western United
The facility was the ultimate in 1950s technology: it made its
own power, air, and water; it was built to withstand anything but
a direct hit with a one-megaton nuclear warhead; it even boasted
an underground hangar with elevators that would take aircraft as
large as a B-52 bomber belowground to safety. The base was so
isolated that most miners and ranchers never realized the facility
But when the Cold War ended, Battle Mountain was shuttered
until it was reactivated in the early twenty-first century
by General Patrick McLanahan as the headquarters for a new
high-tech aerial attack unit called the Air Battle Force. The Air
Battle Force contained some of the most secret and amazing
air combat machines ever built: two-hundred-ton bombers with the
radar cross section of a flea; bombers fitted with lasers that could
shoot down ballistic missiles and satellites in low Earth orbit; even
multiple flights of unmanned bombers that could fly supersonic
combat missions halfway around the world. Still, the little community
and its mysterious underground base went almost completely
unnoticed by the rest of the world . . .
. . . until the American Holocaust, when the United States
was attacked by waves of Russian bombers launching hypersonic
nuclear-tipped missiles. Almost the entire fleet of American long
range bombers and more than half of America's intercontinental-
ballistic-missile arsenal was wiped out in a matter of hours. But
Battle Mountain's little fleet of high-tech bombers, led by Patrick
McLanahan, survived and formed the spearhead of the American
counterattack that destroyed most of Russia's ground-launched
intercontinental nuclear missiles and restored a tenuous sort of parity
in nuclear forces between the two nations.
Battle Mountain emerged from the horrific tragedy of the
American Holocaust to become the center of American air-breathing
strategic combat operations. All of America's surviving heavy
bombers, intelligence-gathering planes, and airborne command
posts were relocated to Battle Mountain, and a fleet of long-range
unmanned combat aircraft began to grow there. The base even became
a staging area for America's fleet of manned and unmanned
space planes—aircraft that could take off and land like conventional
aircraft but boost themselves into low Earth orbit.
Even during the deep global economic recession that began in
2008, Battle Mountain grew, although the community around it
barely noticed. Because of its isolation and dirt-low cost of living,
many bases around the world were closed and relocated to Battle
Mountain. Soon Battle Mountain Air Reserve Base became JAB
(Joint Air Base) Battle Mountain, hosting air units from all the
military services, the Air Reserve Forces, the Central Intelligence
Agency, and even the Space Defense Force.


Excerpted from A Time For Patriots by Dale Brown Copyright © 2011 by Dale Brown. Excerpted by permission of William Morrow. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Former U.S. Air Force captain Dale Brown is the superstar author of 26 best-selling action-adventure “techno-thriller” novels: FLIGHT OF THE OLD DOG (1987), SILVER TOWER (1988), DAY OF THE CHEETAH (1989), HAMMERHEADS (1990), SKY MASTERS (1991), NIGHT OF THE HAWK (1992), CHAINS OF COMMAND (1993), STORMING HEAVEN (1994), SHADOWS OF STEEL (1996), FATAL TERRAIN (1997), THE TIN MAN (1998), BATTLE BORN, (1999), WARRIOR CLASS (2001), WINGS OF FIRE (2002), AIR BATTLE FORCE (2003), PLAN OF ATTACK (2004), ACT OF WAR (2005), EDGE OF BATTLE (2006), STRIKE FORCE (2007), SHADOW COMMAND (2008), ROGUE FORCES (2009), EXECUTIVE INTENT (2010), A TIME FOR PATRIOTS (2011), TIGER’S CLAW (2012), STARFIRE (2014), and IRON WOLF (2015). He is also the co-author of the best-selling DREAMLAND techno-thriller series and writer and the PUPPET MASTER series, and is a technical consultant of the Act of War PC real-time strategy game published by Atari Interactive, and the Megafortress PC flight simulator by Three-Sixty Pacific. Dale’s novels are published in 11 languages and distributed to over 70 countries. Worldwide sales of his novels, audiobooks, e-books, and computer games exceed 15 million copies.

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A Time for Patriots 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 71 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm almost halfway finished with this book, and am very tempted just to trash it. What a disappointment after all this wait. Can Dale Brown do no better than wasting multiple pages explaining different types of aircraft stalls? I'll be sure to preview any further of his works before spending another penny!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read everything Dale Brown has written, I was disappointed in this book. Same list of characters but written as if a brand new writer was turned loose to write this one. I will still be the first in line to read his next book but if it turns out to be like this one then it will be my last one for this author. If you have not already purchased his latest in a long line in techno thrillers, stop and think all the way back to FLIGHT OF THE OLD DOG and remember all the sleep you lost in staying up to finish it and how excited you were to pick it up everyday. This is not near the book. Almost like this was an outline just thrown together to meet a deadline. Please do not do this to your loyal readers again. I gave it 3 stars just because how much enjoyment previous books brought to me, definately not for this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Huge fan - disappointed with this book though. Strong start - but afterwards NOTHING happened.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mr. Brown must have had a good outline to start with this book, and I found the setup and political background intriguing. However, the superfluous and distracting subplots such as the sleazy FBI agents and the Russian assassins did little to advance the book and could have easily been discarded in order to focus on the issue of domestic terrorism, which got rushed in the end. I agree with the first two customer reviews, btw. I have been reading Brown's last few books out of respect for the fact that he responded to an e-mail I once sent him, but I would strongly suggest that he does a better job of editing any future books.
RedCellWarrior More than 1 year ago
The story line itself is good, and it could have been a very rich story, however it looks like Mr. Brown, who I always look forward to reading, took a nap after chapter three, and let a child write it. The story bounces around to much, the story gets amateurish and it falls apart. Don't waste your money on this one, unless he pulls it from publication and re-writes it to his usual standard. I have also told hom directly he should do so.
82Alfa More than 1 year ago
This book left me flat. It is definitely not up to the standard that lovers of Dale Brown's books have come to expect. When I see a new Dale Brown book I envision action and death defying feats but there was none of that in this book. I've been a fan of Dale Brown since first reading Flight of the Old Dog and I will continue to be a fan but I am disappointed with this offering.
Octurian More than 1 year ago
Dale Brown is usually an exciting ride through action, adventure, technology, and strong wills. This book had very little of this. It seemed to spread out, to "wishy washy" and just not nearly as fun as his previous books. I would not have purchased this book knowing what I know now.
constantreaderGT More than 1 year ago
Good storyline but not up to par to his past works.Recommend you wait for the paperback.
Shrn_R More than 1 year ago
Typical Patrick McLanahan, and much better than some of the books from the middle of the series. I enjoyed it very much.
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tommyt51 More than 1 year ago
It was the first book I've read by the author and I liked it. Especially because he the list of cast and characters. tommyt51
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I did not buy the book but did borrow it from my brother, he told me he could not finish it. After reading it myself I too was disappointed! I hope his net one is better.
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:O Amazing.
billindallas More than 1 year ago
Have read most of the Patrick McLanahan series, and I've enjoyed them all so far.
edlawson99 More than 1 year ago
A great continuation of the story of Patrick McLanahan, his son and the constant threat to the U.S.
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Silverwolf_4_u More than 1 year ago
Back in the days of Disenyland you had to buy a book of tickets and the "E" tickets were to all of the best rides.... Dale Brown's books continue to take me on the best rides. Sometimes I cringe because his politics hit too close for comfort. I read fantasy to escape reality and often Dale's books hit reality right between the eyes... but I still read them... guess I am addicted.
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