SPECIFIC ATTENTION ALBANY POLICE DEPARTMENT, NASSAU POLICE DEPARTMENT, SCHODACK POLICE DEPARTMENT, EAST GREENBUSH POLICE DEPARTMENT, RENSSELAER POLICE DEPARTMENT, TROY POLICE DEPARTMENT. RENSSELAER COUNTY SHERIFFS OFFICE, COLUMBIA COUNTY SHERRIFFS OFFICE, ALBANY COUNTY SHERIFFS OFFICE
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THE NASSAU CORRECTIONAL FACILITY HAS BEEN ATTACKED BY A RADICAL TERRORIST ORGANIZATION KNOWN AS THE HIERARCHY. THE ATTACK TOOK PLACE ON MAY 25TH 2007 AT 6 PM. THE COORDINATED ASSAULT WAS LED BY THE HIERARCHY'S SECOND IN COMMAND ERIC LOCKSLEY. THE RAID WAS DEVASTATING TO THE FACILITY AND HAS MADE POSSIBLE THE ESCAPE OF 10 OF THE HIERARCHY'S BELIEVED LIEUTENANTS. IT IS ALSO BELIEVED THAT SEBASTIAN SHAW, THE LEADER OF THE HIERARCHY HAS ALSO ESCAPED. THE FACILITY IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE CONTROL OF THE HIERARCHY, AND IT IS BELIEVED THAT MEMBERS OF THE HIERARCHY HAVE BEEN ARMED AND ARE USING THE FACILITY AS A BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR FUTURE TERRORIST ATTACKS. IN ADDITION TO THE ESCAPE OF SEBASTIAN SHAW, IT IS BELIEVED THAT HE HAS HAD EXTENSIVE PLASTIC SURGERY DONE AND MAY NOT BE ABLE TO BE IDENTIFIED ON SIGHT.
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CLASSIFIED INFORMATION:
REPORT BY: ATWELL, THOMAS. PHD/MD
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: SHAW, SEBASTIAN
I was contracted by the City of Albany Police District Attorneys office to complete a psychological profile of one Sebastian Shaw due to the events which occurred last month regarding the Emett school.
After extensive session with the aforementioned patient. my conclusions are that the patient is in a delusional state of mind. The patient believes that he is the reincarnation of the thirteenth knight of the round table. He believes that he has rightfully descended twenty six generations throughout the bloodline and has been re-born to lead the world out of corruption. Subject Shaw has explained a family history leading all the way back to Sir Sebastian Shaw. A man knighted by King Arthur himself to be a member of the round table. The story as it is told, states that Sir Sebastian Shaw held a special seat at the table, and was to have a special mission to restore the order if it ever fell. Soon after his knighthood, Sir Sebastian Shaw disappeared. This is where the story ends in history.
The patient believes that he is Sir Sebastian Shaw, sent through time to restore the order and put an end to corruption. The patient's belief is without question. The patient is aware of his surroundings, the day, and date. The patient is abnormally intelligent. He is astute in his belief that he is he to restore the order.
RECOMMENDATIONS:
The subject is non-violent, but is extremely dangerous. He has astounding charisma, and should not be in large groups or the general population. The subject needs to be isolated and kept under strict observation at all times.
from the Log of police SGT James Teval, Albany Police Department Fugitive Task Force.
It was horrific, I watched as our commander turned, drew his pistol and murdered DA Hoefer. His words cut through me like a knife as he calmly said " I have a message from the Hierarchy, Strength, Honor, Ruins!" and fired his pistol killing the DA in front of me. Our own commander Trask, a traitor! he looked and saw me, and smiled, and then started to calmly walk away. In my anger I shouted "STOP TRASK! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!"
He turned to look at me, leveled his pistol and pointed it at me. "Someday son, you might understand, but for now, I am going to build a better world. I dont want to kill you, but I will."
"You're not leaving here" I shouted back at him. "WE ARE THE GOOD GUYS, REMEMBER?"
"Are you sure about that?" he calmly stated. " I am leaving, to stop me, your gonna have to shoot me."
"I will shoot. Don't move!" I yelled.
he gave me a look, lowered his pistol, and turned to walk away. As he drew further away from me, I lowered my rifle.
"maybe he's right...."
"Sebastian Shaw is the most feared Domestic terrorist of our time, he has single-handedly taken over a great city and its surrounding area in our United States. He spreads his treachery without remorse, and without hesitation. He has turned away all forms of the government, and he has attacked troops from the Mountain Brigade from Fort Drum. He destroyed a full military convoy and taken its Commander, Major Dickson, prisoner. His Hierarchy is a cancer, spreading all over the upstate NY region. HE must be stopped! I implore you members of congress enact the emergency enabling act for the President, allow him to declare war on those within, and allow the United States to be victorious on our own soil. WE must defeat Shaw and his Hierarchy!"
This speech was met with thunderous applause in an emergency congressional meeting on July 24th 2007. The words were spoken by the Secretary of Defense in response to the latest of Sebastian Shaw's "promises".
It was Memorial day 2007, The war in Iraq was taxing enough without another imminent enemy finding its way into our midst. The Mountain Brigade from FT. Drum New York was mobilized to an interior enemy in our own state. Albany New York has fallen, not to Al Qaeda or some other middle eastern terrorist, but to some guy named Shaw? This terrorist group calls themselves the Hierarchy, and they have promised to restore order to the corruption that is our government. Or that's what they claim. the strange thing is, the local population is with him. Many of the citizens have taken up arms, and stood with this monster.
Our armor and tanks were within the capital District within hours, we figured it would be a short stance. This Shaw couldn't possible stand up to us, We were wrong. Apparently just a few days earlier, Shaw and his Hierarchy raided a special plant just outside of Niskayuna' NY, where General Electric was working on some prototype weapons for the war on terror. Too bad this backfired on us, Shaw has them.
The Automatic-Magnetic-Accelerator, AKA the Automag is a high powered accelerator rifle. Weighing only 2.2 pounds loaded, it fires and Aluminum round at speed in excess of Mach 4. The muzzle velocity allows the round to be fired over incredible distances. The aluminum rounds can pierce armor. They are guided by satellite imagery and can hit within centimeters at great distances. Out armor didn't stand a chance. Their coordination was flawless. Our units were destroyed in minutes
The first of our Humvees to reach the village of Scotia, just outside Schenectady were met by a squad of Hierarchy terrorists wielding the new rifles. Seven men stopped a battalion cold, and held us there. The casualties were surprisingly light though as they only aimed for armor.
After an intense battle in which we never fired a shot. We received a package from a courier. This package contained a video giving us a warning and an invitation.
Shaw himself explained the new weapon at his disposal, he explained his cause, and he explained that we were welcome to join. We would have to drop our weapons and walk to Albany, but we would be welcomed to the cause.
I destroyed the video. He was convincing, No need to have that spread through the ranks. This was going to be one tough job and I had no idea how we were gonna do it.
My efforts to destroy the video were for nothing. many more copies made their way into out midst. As I made my way through the camp, just a few days later, I realized I was i the middle of a possible mass desertion. This Shaw was so convincing. He made promises, but he came through on them, and fast. He opened the hospitals to the masses, giving free health care to anyone who needed it. He took control of food warehouses and distribution points to express much needed goods to the people. His forces took control of the local ports and refineries, so that fuel was able to be distributed more efficiently. Most of all he eliminated any kind of taxation- his new government would work soley on donation and volunteers... A new reform indeed.
Slowly my soldiers started disappearing. Until only the true American patriots, or the dumb were left. The old warhorses like myself remained and we pondered how to handle this threat.
We waited for new orders, but we knew what they would be. Move in and subdue Shaw. That meant firing on American citizens, and leading ourselves to a slaughter...
A new civil war... if there is such a thing as civility in this mess.
it was about 73 degrees, sunny and breezy on that Friday in June. A storm had rolled past the night before. cooling off the humidity and creating a cool breeze that reminded me of my youth. A longed for those days, sitting on the banks of the Battenkill River, fishing with my buddies. The memory was a good one, and these days good memories were in short supply.
My orders came that morning. FROM COMMAND ARMY OPS. HEADQUARTERS BATTALION, FORT DRUM NY USA.
MAJOR- IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU MAKE AN INSURGENCY INTO THE CITY OF SCHENECTADY. YOU MUST ESTABLISH A FOOTHOLD IN THE CITY IN ORDER TO MAKE WAY FOR FURTHER SUPPORT FROM ADDITIONAL UNITS BEING MOBILIZED TO YOUR AREA. YOUR PRIORITY MISSION IS TO SUBDUE SEBASTIAN SHAW. THIS DOMESTIC TERRORISM MUST BE ABOLISHED. SECONDARY MISSIONS WILL BE TO ACQUIRE THE NEW TECHNOLOGY BEING USED BY THIS THREAT, SO WE MAY FIND A WEAKNESS OR DUPLICATE THIS TECHNOLOGY. GOOD LUCK MAJOR YOUR COUNTRY IS COUNTING ON YOU.
BRIGADIER GENERAL JOHNSON. HQ SVC BN FT DRUM NY
I read them, even knowing what they were going to read like before hand. Some small flame of hope inside me had wanted them to read differently. I knew they wouldn't be.
I started barking orders. "Strike the camp, ready to mobilize, I want everyone ready for combat operations within 2 hours."
The snap to reaction of my officers gave me the feeling that the remaining soldiers were ready. I took one last look at the orders. While I was reading again, I removed the Cuban from my upper breast pocket. Sgt Frickes was there as always... my conscience of sorts.
"Got a light Lenny?"
"As always, Sir."
Lenny removed his lighter and cutter from his pocket and prepped the cigar for me. I took it and he held the lighter as I lit the rich tobacco. I took a long drag off the stogie and then put the lit end to the orders. They caught with a small flame and started to burn. I dropped the papers on the ground, and watched as they burned.
"I have an extra Lenny, you want it?"
"Sir?"
"Another Cuban, you want it?"
Lenny looked puzzled, then in an instant his face went flush, and gained its color back. Lenny took the cigar from my hand, and prepped it for himself. He lit the cigar and stood next to me. we stared up at the mountains above the village, and the blue sky.
"We don't stand a chance, do we, Sir?"
"Not a chance in hell, Lenny."
Lenny paused. "Well then, Sir, in case I don't get a chance. Its been an Honor."
I looked back at Lenny, smoking the cigar and looking up at the mountain. Loyal to the end, He stood there knowing full well we would be dead in a few hours.
"That's a damn good Cuban."