the copilot's seat, flipping through skin rags and not saying a word? And what kind of a job is this anyway? Just fly the plane in and out Les. No big deal and a get out of jail free card. Good deal, right? Just one thing Les, and this one thing is very important. No questions. At all. About anything. Got it. No questions. I mean it's none of Les's business anyway, right? 

But someone should have asked his mother, Ira, or anyone else who'd ever known Les. Keeping his big mouth shut is one life skill that he'd never mastered. And, unfortunately, Les is not quite as dumb as he looks. As he puts the pieces together on what Lennox is really doing it slowly dawns on him that things can get worse. Much worse. Until suddenly things are as bad as they can get for sure.

Who is the mysterious doctor, and what is his relationship to the infamous Al-Haq? And what does Al-Haq, the most wanted man on the Americans' most wanted list of terrorists, want with the grandson of Tommy, founder and spiritual leader of Tommy's Gridiron Gospel Mission, Bible College, and Christian Theme Park? When Kenny Hangleider is lost to a mob storming the American Embassy, these are the questions that super spy, J. Madison Bilby, sets out to answer. Bilby is relentless in his quest to save Tommy's grandson, make the world safe against terrorism, and to walk away with one of the suitcases full of money that Oskar Kisse regularly sends to the Middle East in his quest to infiltrate Al-Haq's network. Kisse, the creative genius behind the President's Tsar Tsar, Andy Anderson, is the administration's inside man fighting the War on Terror. With his assistant, Lutheran Crapper, descendent of Thomas Crapper, inventor of the flush toilet, Kisse sends Bilby out to thwart Al-Haq and the doctor. Otto Ruhle, new to the administration, is determined to undermine Kisse and become the administration's point 

Drones on the White House lawn. Government agents with an ear to your telephone. People not vaccinating their children because it isn't natural. Where will it end? 

Maybe in a Police State of Anarchy. 

2065, two hundred years after the end of the civil war. Is it happening all over again? Don't ask Adams. He doesn't know. Doesn't care. He's marking time leading milk runs upstate for food. And forgetting. So he picked up that girl at Liberty Casino. He was just being a nice guy. Wasn't looking to get involved with the police. And sure wasn't looking to become the rope in a tug of war between the police and Homeland Security.

So who are these people and what do they want from Adams? Lead a cross-country caravan? The insurance companies killed those years ago. These days the only way 

Geoffrey's was so excited about finding a job that didn't require making change that he didn't ask questions. 'Questions?' his inner voice asked. 'Take the job. Forget the questions.' So Geoffrey did, take the job that is, and wound up learning a lot more than how a milkshake machine worked and a lot more than he bargained for. The only question was just how bad a stroke of luck meeting Miles would end up being. 

Join Geoffrey in his epic quest to deal with Miles, his landlady Mrs. Lin, and the police as his inner voice provides a steady stream of background commentary and critique on everything from his choice of career to his love life. Who knows. Maybe he'll listen to you.

person against Al-Haq. He seizes control of Operation Trojan Hearse (The spell check function on the code name generator will be fixed before you know it.) and turns Lutheran into a ticking time bomb by informing him that Thomas Crapper did not really invent the flush toilet. The climax comes to a head at the funeral of the beloved former president being held at the Gridiron Gospel Church's drive in chapel. Will Tommy and his chief of security, Fender Bender, save Tommy's grandson? Will Ruhle triumph over Kisse? Will Bilby escape with the suitcase? There's only one way to find out.

How was Les supposed to know what these guys were up to? 

There he was, just a guy earning an honest, well, relatively honest living. Squeaking by, barely, until he met Delilah. But Les's more promising love life raised the burn rate on his modest means to the red line. So when Ira mentioned that a national airline had missed some payments on an airliner, Les wasn't in the mood to ask questions, or even to listen to Ira's vague concerns about the assignment. Les needed the money and the Department of Commerce, or maybe Ira's other, more shadowy, employer, needed Les. That was how capitalism worked, and Les was a capitalist. 
So Les jumped at the job, and landed in an African jail. OK. That's bad. But at least things can't get any worse. Then why isn't Les relieved when Ira's real boss, the CIA Station Chief, bails him out? And what's the deal with Lennox, the guy he's teamed up with, who sits in

across country is to fly, if you're willing to risk the electric planes and being caught in a gun fight when some drunk isn't satisfied with the service. So where did that Right of Passage on his screen come from? And why're that cop Grillo and his trained monster of a sidekick stepping on Adams's heels everywhere he goes? And if Grillo wants Adams to lead that caravan, who is it that wants to stop him? Whoever it is, he can change screen records and make people disappear from surveillance cameras. Not much doubt who that is, but in this game no one wears uniforms and the sidelines may be more dangerous than the field. 

The only thing scarier than facing a lunatic is seeing him in the mirror. The only thing worse than a dystopian future is one that springs from the seeds of lunacy we're planting today. The more things change the more they stay the same. And you call this progress? 

Police State of Anarchy is a sketch of the kind of future we may be asking for. Are we ready for it? Type your paragraph here.