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Decryption of all Hexacore Biogenetics files

By m.Raisin

Greetings.
Many documents can't be read in the game itself, you need to go to the developers web-site and enter the HB-### code to access the file. It isn't very convenient to open the browser in the middle of the game, moreover, if you want to read files later, you'll have to write down each access code, cuz each character obtain their own unique files. So, this guide will contain all encrypted files and ID-tags that I found in the game.

Award

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Category: Secrets, Story or Lore

Languages: English

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Guide Index

Overview

Introduction

Liev files - 1

Liev files - 2

Liev files - 3

Sam files - 1

Sam files - 2

Raven files - 1

Raven files - 2

Raven files - 3

ID-tags

Conclusion

Comments

Introduction

To read the document you found, press Ctrl + F and enter the last 3 digits of the document. Also, all files of each character are arranged in the order they're found.

Liev files - 1

HB-194 - ASSISTANCE REQUEST

US Government – Dept. Of Defense Chat Assistance Network
System-Version: 2.02
Subject: EMRGENC ASSISTNCE
From: “Matthew Fay” <fay_matthew@aegislab.gov>

Connection to Users: “Research Personnel LEVEL 3”; “Security personnel LEVEL 1”
AGS COMMUNICATION ID 08-211984
08/19/1998 – 00:54

… CHAT STATUS: CONNECTED …

[00:54] OPERATOR: Good evening, sir. How may I assist you?
[00:54] MF: Send help!
[00:55] OPERATOR: What is the emergency, sir?
[00:55] MF: Christ, what a mess! My head’s still ringing from that blast, but at least I have a head. Afraid I can’t say the same for Trevor… oh, my God
[00:56] OPERATOR: Sir, explain the situation first, and then we’ll find you a solution.
[00:58] MF: What? Three of us; Mike, Elaine and myself made it this far. We’ve locked ourselves in the lab, but the door won’t hold them for long
[00:59] OPERATOR: Sir, please remain calm. I need you to explain what’s happening.
[01:03] MF: You want me to explain what the ♥♥♥♥ is going on!? Castor is loose, I don’t know how though… Everyone’s freaking out!
We never should’ve gone into that vessel, but
♥♥♥♥… they’re coming through! Please, send help right away
[01:05] OPERATOR: Sir, are you there?
[01:09] OPERATOR: Sir?
[01:15]

… EMERGENCY STATUS CONFIRMED …

… SYSTEM CONNECTIONS SUSPENDED …
HB-825 - TEST SUBJECTS REPORT

IC TO RESEARCH TEAM

Finally, the latest batch of test subjects is on its way. You must transfer them immediately to the morgue’s refrigerator until trials are conducted. Last time, the damage to the epidermis was significant enough to adversely impact the results of the tests!

Below is a list of identification codes that must be stored in the archive:

TB
MG
ADB
FI
SF
GG
MM
AZ
DA
DM
MLR
GF

Michael Ironside
Logistics Manager
Aegis Labs / North Blue Two Facility
HB-817 - FAX TO DR. WEIR

Subject: Direct Supervision Required

Dear Dr. Weir,
Given your less than stellar actions and atrocious delays in providing my men with the Department of Defence with on-site access to the latest data and samples at the Aegis North-Blue-Two facility, I will personally be visiting on 19 August to assess the state of your work and report it to my superiors who are paying you extremely well and funding one of the most costly research programs of the past two decades.

We are grateful for all the work you have done on Castor. You have exceeded our expectation with the prototype and we could not value you more. For this reason alone, we have overlooked a preposterous amount of deadline extensions and colorful miscommunications in the past.

Now, however, the time has come to obtain results.

Upon my arrival, you must ensure that all test data related to Pollux is made available for study and evaluation by my team, which will include testing of the latest viral cultures on organic vessels.

Naturally, any further delays would seriously jeopardize your career. Therefore, upon my arrival, I trust that I will find everything satisfactory with the aforementioned plan and you will do everything not to disappoint my trust in order to provide these United States with a definitive soldier that is the culmination of half a century’s research.

No reply is necessary.

I look forward to our next meeting.

General Francis Hummel
Special Projects Division 4
United States Army
HB-619 - DR. WEIR’S DIARY 2

July 23, 1998

I should have known that these people never do anything without a reason. Managing a state-of-the-art laboratory like this was something I only dreamed of in university, a once in a lifetime opportunity, and that’s why I willingly accepted this post without thinking too deeply.

I was born gifted with unique abilities that I nourished over time, even when my body started feeling the strangest of sensations, started to abandon me…

I became enslaved in service to fear. Fear that I’d be shut in some school laboratory forever. Fear that I’d never have the chance to birth something in total independence. Something that rightfully belonged to me.

Looking back it’s clear that I was really misguided because our government doesn’t believe in independence or autonomy, only repression.

This edifice was built for a very special purpose, and although I was given the freedom to scale and chisel away at the Olympus of research being conducted here, that never meant it was my mountain to reign over.

Despite the truly incredible results I have achieved since Northfall was “colonized”, my best still isn’t good enough for them. The deference department spends millions of dollars every day to achieve new goals, and I am solely responsible for better or worse. This place is their goose with an endless supply of golden eggs and those eggs will surely sustain America’s global leadership at the forefront of chemical warfare… and to think this all came by mere chance.

None of it would have happened without the investigation into a mysterious illness that plagued the local townsfolk and led to the discovery of an old Japanese vessel stranded off the coast. According to the diary that belonged to the captain, his vessel was carrying a deadly cargo of death itself, a deep breath of hell, but something went wrong, and their misfortune turned into a new beginning for me… for us… for the nation. A completely new line of research.

But now, I’m starting to wonder if all this was planned by that guy in his chair with his head buried in works of chemistry and Greek mythology…

I won’t allow a single breath of this beautifully malevolent air to escape, nor will I exert less effort to reach the goal of our glorious nation… no general or government agency can claim otherwise… but inside me, right now, that fear is giving way to more doubts than certainties.

I can’t help but wonder if the legendary Homer ever once faltered in the wake of his timeless masterworks…

Liev files - 2

HB-747 - INVESTIGATION REPORT

INVESTIGATION AND RECLAMATION REPORT (CLASSIFIED)

To: Dr. Weir
From: Lt. Brubaker
Dates: May 20, 1998
Subject: Aegis Test Facility Inspection, North Red One

In accordance with Central Command’s orders, a new inspection of the “cemetery” was carried out today. As per procedure, we conduct an environmental analysis every two months in order to evaluate the state of the structure for the purpose of future reclamation.
Despite the fact that 13-years have passed since the accident, I strongly advise against any attempts to reclaim the center.
Today, we lost two more highly trained operatives who were yanked through the foundation kicking and screaming by something that has yet to be identified.
It’s fairly obvious that, as a result of the accident of 1985, the test subjects have undergone some kind of mutation that increases their life span and strength compared to the usual guinea pigs subjected to CSR-03. As the site served to field test the BC weapons developed by Aegis laboratories on North-Blue-Two, it’s impossible to determine just how many guinea pigs sandwiched into that place where were exposed to which agents during the accident, but it is clear that whichever factors are at play here created something weird and extremely dangerous.
This is their home now and the bastards won’t let themselves be taken so easily.
My opinion remains the same – incinerate the cemetery with napalm and build a new one from its ashes.
Although I suspect that Central Command will once again discard my advice in the hopes that test subjects will still be retrieved for further experiments.
I sincerely hope that you’ll listen to me sooner than later because it’s starting to feel like I’m offering up my men as lunch to these monsters bimonthly waiting for them to tame.
I really hope it’s not like that.

Attached is a document we recovered from the ruins. Only parts of it are legible, but I’m sure that what little information it does contain is well worth the lives of two more good men.

“…I voiced my concerns about carrying out such sensitive tests during typhoon season. Most of the facility’s power is delegated to the maintenance of guinea pigs and for use of the emergency systems. In the unlikely event that a blackout should occur due to harsh weather conditions, one of the two could possibly lose power midway through an experiment with disastrous results. It seems, however, that the upper levels are in a panic to conduct their precious long-term study of CSR-03, and they just can’t wait the end of the typhoon season interrupting the experimentation for some weeks.
Anyway, I can’t just blame them for not listening. After all, we’re making great progress here and I’m looking forward to presenting the results to the Governmental commission. This record is absolutely paramount as my entire career is on the line.”

(This part of the document is illegible.)

As planned, field use of CSR-03 shall be carried out in two distinguishable stages called “Destroy” and “Clean”. The details are as follows:

STAGE 1 (0-24 HOURS) – DESTROY: Within 24 hours, the infected undergo somewhat predictable mutations, which strengthen their bodies and turn them into dangerous genetic abominations beyond our control.

STAGE 2 (24-48 HOURS) – CLEAN: The second stage, defined as recessive, afflicts the same subjects and causes their bodies to implode, collapsing on the genetic level and disintegrating within the final 24 hours leaving no residual trace behind.

The most remarkable thing here is that during stage 1, CSR-03 latches onto the host’s body, twisting it into wild varieties of form that can more or less be predicted based on certain physical attributes.

With this in mind, we were able to differentiate between variants of Type-7; the code name for subjects infected with Castor that have undergone further mutations.
But what’s even more perplexing is the disturbing oddity that has arisen from studies of this type. Even now, we’re unsure of exactly which factors caused this anomaly, this twisted amalgamation.

(The rest of the document is illegible.)
HB-486 - GUARD’S LAST MEMORY

When the agency sent me here a few months back, I thought it was just another job. I’ve worked with several organizations over the past 25-years, but as soon as I got here I knew that I’d never worked one with this much security.

An easy job with benefits, they said, that pays exceptionally well – examine IDs, security checkpoints, a couple nights on call or glued to a row of monitors – with the backup of a system that’s so advanced it should be getting quadruple my salary.

What’s never been explained to me though, is what goes on in the basement levels.

I knew this place was somehow involved in making weapons, this much I was warned about early on, but I never imagined those weapons to be weird melted things straight out of a lunatic’s nightmare.

I am afraid to look into those monitors. To see people turning into monsters that attack other people, without a trace of remorse or letting up.

I’ve tried to reach help several times, but my backup… this damned emergency system… continues to do its job, and locked the whole place down after the accident.

I’m leaving this note behind because I know it’s only a matter of time before those things get me too… before I’m reduced to a grotesque heap of skeletal remains. If flesh is truly the dungeon of the soul, I guess I will be released…

If only I had listened to you this time…

Farewell!

Kurt
HB-821 - INCIDENT REPORT

Subject: 08.19.98 Incident Report of North-Blue-Two Facility

Report: Since I can no longer reach my immediate supervisor or internal security, I am going to file this report and store it to memory on the main system.
It should be noted that the accident that gave rise to the deadly gas that has killed or disfigured most of the staff here was no mishap, but an intentional leak.
Because I’m shut in this room, I have access to the personnel files and data usage of every single employee. While reading through private emails in and out of the lab this week, I discovered just how this whole damn story began.
One of the researchers, Dr. Jonathan Phelps, was secretly paid to steal Castor and Pollux samples for a shady organization that I know nothing about, except that it operates outside of US soil.
The security feed reinforces this accusation as it clearly shows Dr. Phelps help himself to several vials from the laboratory and prepare to detonate a pile of cylinders in order to contaminate the building and presumably obscure evidence of his theft at the expense of hundreds of people.
But something didn’t go as planned. He was halted by security in the cargo bay and seriously injured just before the explosion released a cloud of gas into the room. The cloud followed Dr. Phelps to the power room where he collapsed, although I’m not sure if he died from his injuries or as a result of the gas.
In any case, I sincerely hope that this information will be useful to you government investigators that will be arriving on the island shortly, even if I’m not around to share it with you in person…

John Fay
Senior Server Technician
Aegis North Blue Two Facility

End of report.

Liev files - 3

HB-449 - ABIGAIL’S DIARY

September 9, 1997
After a long, yet pleasant trip, we finally arrived in Keen Sight. Leaving Boston behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but for Mitch, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. A major government-funded institution like Hexacore Biogenetics was more than enough to persuade us both to pack what little belongings we had and set out for this little piece of heaven nestled deep in mountains of Idaho. I wonder if the elementary school is hiring?

September 28, 1997
I’m still waiting for a response from KS Elementary, but Mitch says not to worry, as it’s only a matter of time. He’s been talking to a lot of people who run his company, and they’ve assured him that I’ll be working as a substitute teacher in no time. I don’t understand how a company like Hexacore can influence a public school, but the whole town seems to be under their thumb in one way or the other. Mitch, at least, appears to be settling into his new job nicely. Oh, well, I guess I’ll have lots of time to decorate the cozy and spacious home his company so generously provides.

October 3, 1997
I haven’t heard anything from the school yet, but it’s given me lots of time to explore every nook and cranny of this quaint, picturesque town. Just recently I found myself downtown and was rather studded by the jarring architecture of the urban district, so metropolitan and overpopulated for a town with a mere 30, 000 residents. I’m not sure if I’m in awe or merely spooked by what I see.
What I am sure of is that, in addition to their strong ties with the company, the people here seem to be very proud of the town’s history, beginning with the Lewis & Clark expedition 190 years ago that paved the way to this hidden mountain paradise until the arrival of its founder, Spencer Crackhorn, in 1863.
I wonder if I’ll ever get used to living somewhere so dramatically different from Boston, though I’m starting to warm to the genuine small town hospitality.
Some street corners of Keen Sight are absolutely charming.

November 13, 1997
A few months have passed since we moved here and I’m finally starting to feel useful. I’m now teaching a primary class and being with adorable children all day has ignited me with new purpose, even though the class size is in a unusual state of flux. All too often groups of children of different age and description suddenly fall ill, then miraculously recover after being treated at one of the many hospitals in town. I hope whatever it is that’s causing this isn’t permanent.
Meanwhile, Mitch is flourishing at his new organization and it appears the health problems the children are experiencing are even more acute in adults.
Some people are cursing the company, blaming some research being conducted at the dam for the mysterious illness, but there’s nothing to support these outrageous claims.
I don’t understand why they’d blame the company; Hexacore is practically worshiped by the townspeople and Government alike for what they’ve accomplished here. In fact, if not for their generosity, this whole place would probably deteriorate into a ghost town overnight. Maybe they just need a boogeyman to blame… even though their energies should be focused instead on finding the cause of the strange epidemic.

December 27, 1997
The company hosted a Christmas dinner and I must admit it was the most spectacular event I have ever enjoyed. The villa where we attended the party was breathtaking, the very essence of Victorian beauty and elegance. I heard it belongs to one of the company executives and from what I was told by the previous owner, a steamboat magnate vanished there without a trace in 1939. Was his name Ullman? Something like that.
To top it off, Mitch got a promotion and everyone in attendance congratulated him like a true celebrity. By January, he may even have his own private office at the dam. If that happens, he won’t have to work downtown anymore and we might be able to get a bigger home, maybe just outside of Keen Sight. Who knows! In any case, it would have been the perfect evening if not for one company executive who relentlessly ogled me with his beady black eyes like a vulture eager to grasp a dove in its talons. I hope to God I never have to see him again.

January 25, 1998
Mitch came home again today in an utterly deplorable state. He’s isn’t physically fatigued, but his handsome features seem worn down by the pressures from work. As soon as I asked him about it, he snapped at me and immediately changed the subject… I wonder why he won’t talk to me about it? I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.

February 1, 1998
I had to leave Keen Sight for a few days because my Mom got sick, but thankfully she’s back to normal now. Mitch wasn’t able to call, but maybe it’s better this way. I had a minute to chat with my cousin Michelle who’s the daughter of my Mom’s sister. She works for the FBI and told me in confidence that the company doesn’t always conduct business lawfully. Apparently, the bureau’s been investigating them for years and the epidemic that’s afflicting Keen Sight is now truly disturbing. I have to warn Mitch as soon as possible!

February 14, 1998
Today, Mitch asked me to go out for dinner and took me to eat at Sakamura. He looked more disheveled than usual…and now I understand why. He knows something about the illegal business the company is conducting and the secret behind the isolation of this small mountain community. Even more shocking, he said our house is bugged and that’s why he wouldn’t talk to me about it. Mitch doesn’t know what to do and he’s so afraid of what the company might do if he leaks information. It won’t just be the end of his professional career… and he can’t go on like this. He begged me to pretend like nothing has changed and to try hard not to arouse suspicion, but I’m afraid myself. I think I should ask Michelle for help.

March 5, 1998
Mitch finally agreed to talk to Michelle and work with the FBI. After their last case ended abruptly, a man died because of experiments involving the company and he couldn’t even ensure that his family was taken care of. On the other hand, what he did ensure was that the company came out clean. We met with Michelle on the outskirts of Keen Sight. She laid it all out, a complex jumble of conspiracies. Although the company and its research are protected by the government, a handful of agents with the bureau are secretly and discreetly building a case. Because Mitch is the only person with access to the top-secret archives of the dam, the evidence he can provide will be instrumental in bringing them to justice.

March 12, 1998
Micth didn’t come home. I waited for him all night, but he didn’t come home. This morning, I talked to one of his colleagues downtown, but nobody knows where he disappeared to. I even tried the dam, but those armed guards stopped me at the gate.
I was about to leave when that beady-eyed freak from the party showed up. He told me that Mitch took a few days off to go hiking in the mountains… Lying bastard! I went to the police after that, but the officer in charge said I couldn’t file a missing person’s report til after 48 hours. I know what happened to him, but I can’t trust anyone enough to do anything about it. This whole town is under their control. But if they think I’m going to stay put and keep my mouth shut, they’re wrong. I already called Michelle, and she’s meeting me here with a group of agents. We’re gonna find Mitch together, even if it means dismantling that Godforsaken dam piece by piece…

(The diary ends here.)

Sam files - 1

HB-386 - WATER ANALYSIS

Analyses of water intended for human consumption
Reference number: 000-35
Client: National Department of Water Safety
Address: Sacred Heart Hospital Laboratory, Keen Sight Town Hall
Location: Keen Sight, Idaho – Metropolitan Water Service Building
Date: August 15, 1998

Following the specified analyses of various water samples gathered from the town of Keen Sight and tested with equipment on-the-spot, I can attest to the fact that no harmful elements nor tampering of the filtration system of the main pumping house have been found.

I therefore authorize the safe daily consumption of drinking water out of the reservoir to miscellaneous facilities in Keen Sight by means of the town’s main water supply.

E. Edward,
Head of the National Department of Water Safety
HB-913 - OLD NEWSPAPER

An old newspaper clipping. The first page reads:
“NEW SACRED HEART HOSPITAL OFFICIALLY OPENED”

Mayor Cobb, accompanied by a group of distinguished guests at Keen Sight’s town hall, cut the ribbon to officially open the new wing of Sacred Heart Hospital this morning. This latest expansion was made possible thanks to the generous financial contributions by Hexacore Biogenetics. The facility now houses several new departments such as radiology and pediatrics, to name a few, and is armed with cutting-edge scientific equipment and state-of-the-art technology. As a result, new personnel have also been hired, including specialized doctors and laboratory technicians transferred straight from Hexacore Biogenetics itself. During the opening speech, which was filled with congratulatory remarks and thanks to everyone involved in achieving this unprecedented milestone, Mayor Cobb added that “even a new maternity ward is underway, ensuring a brighter future for our children because children are the future of our beloved city and they could not be in better hands.”
HB-684 - GUARD’S DIARY

I can’t leave my eyes closed. It’s all I think about at night. And I should not even have been there. After my shift ended in the west wing, I should’ve gone back to the guardhouse, as per regulations. But no, I just had to play another round with Scott to kill the boredom. It’s been more than a week since I went to room no.6 after midnight, where that cheerful old white-haired SOB was waiting for me with his set of polished poker chips.

Come to think of it, I have no idea why he’s a patient in this hospital, but it somehow involves a fishing trip in the mountains even though he appears to be in good health.

At least he was in good health. Lately, he’s got some kind of weird skin rash that’s probably the result of his medication.

But what I do know for sure is how good his poker game is. I really thought I could hold my own, but he whooped my ass almost every night.

And he probably would have done so yesterday too, if not for this whole mess.

After my shift ended in the garden, I entered the room as usual, unplugged the cameras and started our game illuminated only by the faint glow of my flashlight. I knew it’d be risky if anyone found out that I’d left my post for over an hour, but did so anyway and plugged the camera back in before leaving.

But this time was different. Only a few minutes had gone by before I heard the approaching echo of footsteps in the corridor.

I immediately flicked off the light and hid in the bathroom while Scott scurried back to bed. A few seconds of silence followed.

In my haste, I left the door slightly ajar and caught a glimpse of two dark figures entering the room. Without warning one of them grabbed Scott, while the other injected him with something. They held his mouth shut to muffle his cries as his body became seized by convulsions. Then he stopped just as quickly. I didn’t know what to do next because my very presence in that room was a violation of policy, then their conversation began.

Oh, my God, I recognized their voices! But why on earth would two medical doctors do such a thing and in the middle of the night? And what did they mean by a failed experiment being discarded?

All I know is that Scott had stopped breathing by the time they left, along with any hope of being able to sleep again.

I need to make a decision, now or never. Put my job at risk or turn a blind eye just like everyone in town does. No, I don’t know if I can live with that. Maybe I should talk to Altheron. Atheron is only doctor I trust in here.
HB-227 - DR. KIMBLE’S LETTER

It’s been five years, but I can still feel you near me Helen. Five years since the day that them took you away from me. The day I became a fugitive. Five years since I fought the whole world to clear my name.

I thought it was over after the trial. I thought I could go back to Cook County Hospital and do what I do best: save lives. I did for a while, but I kept on seeing you… everywhere. As if you were still alive somehow. So I decided to leave Chicago behind and took a job in this small mountain town to find some peace. Never could I ever have imagined that I’d come out of one nightmare, and walk straight into another. What started as basic surgical work has turned into an entirely different beast over the last few months. At first, I tried to fight it by leaking information about the practices that are being carried out here and throughout the city, but with the government involved there’s no easy way to do so. If it were merely my safety at risk, I wouldn’t hesitate to contact that Marshal who helped me in Chicago, but the company controls everyone here, down to the frail patients and newborns.

I cannot in good conscious do anything to put their lives at risk, even though it’s probably too late, even for me. I am done being their puppet and destroying evidence of their heinous crimes.

Now that my journey is over, I would like to redeem myself so that I may rest peacefully.

Having witnessed recent events, I should’ve saved some of those poor, innocent creatures, but I didn’t act quickly enough.

One of those bastards already took them away. I think I know who, but I’m afraid to know for sure.

This wound cuts far too deep and my sense have already begun to fail me. The only thing that keeps me going now is your memory, Helen, and the hope that we’ll soon be reunited in a place where no one can take you away from me.

Sam files - 2

HB-061 - D.R.’S DIARY

I don’t believe it! How on earth could this have happened? Somehow, we managed to escape from whatever the hell that gas is. I thought I’d found a safe place to hide, but that lunatic proved to be more dangerous than the things running around outside… he just melted away with his gun glued between his fingers. I tried to pry it free, but the gun went off and hit my daughter in the abdomen. Now I’m trying to treat her best I can… I’d go out for supplies if not for the inherited danger it poses.

I can’t see myself ever leaving her side, she’s my daughter after all, even if I have to die of starvation in here.

This whole thing is unbelievable… it’s like some bizarre nightmare I had where I found myself locked in a place just like this and everyone had turned into monsters. I think I was talking to a woman and told her how dangerous it was to leave… how my daughter died so unpleasantly… and now, in near catatonic terror, I can’t differentiate between that dream and the reality.

I just want to fall asleep next to her, savoring the sound of her last labored breath, then slip into a different dream where none of that actually happened.

D.R.
HB-327 - SIGHTSEER’S DIARY

August 18, 1998
Evening
My Nanny and Grampy were the ones who first told me about Keen Sight – a special little town hidden away in the backwoods of Idaho. They were world travelers who had seen it all, yet this small American town with a population of just a few thousand had somehow managed to capture their hearts. Believing their extraordinary tale was not easy for me since I, too, lived in a special place called Boston, but it wasn’t until the summer of ’94 that I actually decided to go there. In hindsight, I can’t imagine trading summer break at university for the sticks of Idaho, but once I arrived, I knew the gamble had paid off. Mind you, the long journey by bus had me doubting my own decision until the forest wall thinned around me and opened unto a picturesque landscape that perfectly encapsulated my hopes and dreams. Like every year, I’m on the edge of my seat. It’s just past 10 now and I should be arriving early tomorrow morning with nothing left but nap time, and hope that my grandparents would be in my dreams tonight.

August 19, 1998
Morning
Here, at last. The old keeper who runs the hotel is so adorable. He even booked my usual room for the four day celebration. The smell of pines, the scented bed sheets, it’s like I never left. We all stayed here during my first visit, even though Nanny and Grampy had been regulars for years. I’ve been coming to this place in their memory in hopes of carrying on a family tradition to somehow thank them for the best summers of my life. I can’t wait to go shopping downtown to buy an outfit for Apple Blossom and book a mountain hike, have a swimming in the lake and enjoy total relax for all these 4 days.

August 20, 1998
Morning
I don’t know what to do with myself!! This is the only thing I could think of. Just what the ♥♥♥♥ is going on in this city? The streets were packed, the fair was in full swing, then, when the fireworks went off, a helicopter came out nowhere and almost crashed into the buildings. Even through the sound of fireworks, there was no mistaking that explosion somewhere in the mountains. Before I knew what was going on, a weird green cloud just appeared in the streets. Anyone who got too close got poisoned or something. People went nuts and started attacking each other while everyone was trying to escape. After that, I don’t know how long exactly, I found the hotel basement to hide in. I don’t know how much time has passed and I can still hear shouting outside, people with guns and creepy footsteps on the floorboards above me. I have to stay quiet and hope those crazy ass psychos don’t find me down here!

20 August 1998
Evening
I finally made it to my room. A group from that nasty ass crowd tried to get me, but I somehow got the door locked just in time. I think I recognized the old hotel keeper among them, or what was left of her. His eyes were vacant, milky, and his skin looked wrong, diseased, and not just because of all the blood. They tried hard to break down the door, but couldn’t get in. After a while they went away, and all was silent until the fighting outside began, followed by the roar of engines, then voices. It was the army. I was just about to scream and flail my arms behind the window like some damsel in distress, when I witnessed the most awful thing. Some of the army guys who’d rescued a family got on their walkies-talkies, then turned around and shot them all dead. What the hell was that all about? I used to think this place was paradise, but now it’s more akin to hell. I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t even care that those same dirt bag soldiers got attacked themselves soon after. In fact, I’m glad they got a taste of their own medicine. Today, I’ve seen men who look like monsters, and monsters who look like men, and I can’t trust anyone anymore. I think I’ll rest here for a bit, then try to escape through the forest and into the mountains. I wish I’d never come to this horrible place. All I wanna do is get out of this nightmare and be home in Boston.
HB-783 - SUPERIOR DAVIS’ NOTE

Note from Supervisor Davis, Hexacore Biogenetics Systems Control Division
General test terminal H.I.V.E. No. 722 for archive.

Overview of standard operating procedure:
STEP 1: Our agent in the radio tower is about to cut off Keen Sight from the rest of the world. Any communications outside the city will be disrupted for exactly 20 minutes. The process is ideal to avoid unforeseen radio interference that could affect instrumentation during the inspection.

STEP 2: Within 3 minutes of severing communications, our men at the Power Plant will shut down the city’s electrical grid, leaving the area without power for exactly 30 minutes.

STEP 3: All supervisors must ensure that their agents in each quadrant reboot their H.I.V.E. terminals and send the status code of the device to the main server. Any malfunction of the line (connection) and power supply during the inspection must be reported for immediate technical assistance at terminals.

The test for the emergency procedure will last a total of 45 minutes.

Start of procedure will begin at: 02:35 am on 7 August 1998.

Raven files - 1

HB-672 - EYE ON KEEN SIGHT I

It will seem incredible, but you must know that the founder of our beloved Keen Sight was once a deserter, ready to oppose the orders of a Northern Government that wanted him an accomplice of an ignoble slaughter. It was January 1863 when, in the middle of the civil war, Colonel Spencer Crackhorn moved in the north-west states with orders to supply arms and explosives to the northern troops involved in the various battle theaters. But when it came to joining their fellow soldiers intent on unleashing the most brutal and violent act of the American Civil War, known as the Bear River Massacre in Franklin County – in what would soon be recognized as the state of Idaho -, he decided to abandon the battlefield, indignant and deeply marked by this act of cruelty on the part of his own government. Regardless of what could be the consequences of his choice, he deserted and repudiated the colors and the power of the North, entering with his most faithful comrades in the forests of the mountainous territory of Idaho.

It was only after days of walking in the thick vegetation that Colonel Spencer Crackhorn and his men, determined to move away as much as possible from that “civilization” that had so much indignant and disappointed, emerged in an apparently unexplored and uncontaminated valley, completely immersed in a bed of red sequoias and spruces, overlooking a winding river. When they went ashore and reached the only flat area near the waterway, they unexpectedly came across the signs of the passage of the historic Lewis & Clark expedition, which, along its wanderings from the east to the west coast in 1805, must have been stop for a few days in that beautiful place, enjoying the beauty and richness of the place. For the more curious of you, an engraving with a plaque on stone is still visible and can be visited in the funicular station that leads to the L & C Touristic Route, in the east of the city.

[The article continues in part 2]
HB-504 - EYE ON KEEN SIGHT II

“Gold!”. This is what the men of Colonel Crackhorn have shouted, coming across almost by chance in the vein of the precious metal concealed beneath the winding river. Not in certain industrial quantities, but enough to build something big and solid. Determined to exploit the fortune that happened and now certain to have found a place to live in peace and difficult to find by the allied troops, Colonel Crackhorn established a base camp on the spot, renamed Fort Vermilion in honor of the curious red color of the local trees during the winter. Over time, the entire forest was called the Vermilion Forest, while the mountains that protected the area were renamed Redcrest Mountains, part of the Lost River Mountains complex. You can not say that red is not the emblem of our beloved Keen Sight, in short!

Instead it was the will of Colonel Crackhorn himself to give the name to the golden river, called Bear River in memory of the extermination to which he decided not to take part and in memory of the many Indians killed so brutally by his former comrades, and that starting from the north Idaho, on the border with Canada, descends to the south irregularly until it flows into the Snake River.

With the end of the Civil War and the passing of the years, despite the exhaustion of the golden vein, in 1887 what was once only a fort had turned into a small rural and autonomous community, under the guidance of a now dying Colonel Crackhorn, took the name of Keen Sight.

In the early years of the ‘900 our beloved town grew to reach more than 2000 inhabitants, welcoming the inhabitants of numerous, small neighboring communities – otherwise destined to disappear isolated – came to life a profitable hunting and fishing market, with an extension that from the Bear River rose up to the mountains of the Canadian border.

Note of some importance: in 1914 the mayor George F. Hudson, an engineer who had reached Keen Sight almost by chance, working as a young man at one of the first urban electrical installations in the nation, established the first “Apple Blossom Fair”, town summer event celebrating the production of local apples and ciders exported throughout the state.

(The article continues in part 3)
HB-954 - EYE ON KEEN SIGHT III

Unable to be reached by the railway because settled in so many miles of forest, it took decades since the road that connected the town to the few surrounding communities immersed in the Idaho forest (via the Hunter Road), completed in September 1920, was completed with the spending divided between the US Government, the State of Idaho and the community of Keen Sight, now in need of a way of communication with the outside to increase a trade that now feeds over 10,000 inhabitants and can no longer be supported only by naval displacements along the Bear River.

It is at the turn of the ’30s that Keen Sight lives a short but intense exploit, with the Vermilion Forest that is declared State National Park (with all the resulting economic and tourist benefits), with the town that is chosen as one of the focal points for the tourism of steamboats that descend and go up the river (offering breathtaking scenery to tourists and to the magnate of these services, such Stuart T. Ullman, who fall in love with them and who will also decide to create his extravagant villa and branch of the company in city) and as a commercial naval junction due to its strategic position for river trade between Canada and the Northern United States. With its 17,000 inhabitants, in a few years Keen Sight is awarded as the second largest city of America under the 25,000 inhabitants with the highest standard of living in the nation.

(The article continues in part 4)

Raven files - 2

HB-465 - EYE ON KEEN SIGHT IV

Only a few years later, in 1939, the recession began. Tourism is falling sharply, with the mysterious death of Mr. Ullman the steamboats are abandoned and due to the innovative system of air and rail transport, the river shipping trade is slowly coming to an end. In 1944 as if this were not enough, in response to the great request for enlistments due to the hottest moments of WWII, the community of the small town is emptied of its men, almost at risk of disappearing altogether. Keen Sight now seems destined to become a ghost town.

Unpredictably, however, in support and rebirth of small towns that are paying heavily in numeric terms and resources the entry into the war of the United States, the Government has a national program, called “Sweet Home Program”, for the reinvigoration (often barbaric) of the most affected communities, with the construction of new structures that support the population of the smaller population centers, close to disappearance. After a very targeted selection, Keen Sight is chosen as one of these, and in a few months the town returns to populate again and to produce thanks to the commissioning – through barbarous and forced expansion – of numerous plants for the production of timber and coal, others for the treatment of fish, an underground freight transport system that transports goods from the river bank to the more developed area of the town and a state-of-the-art hospital. The major work, however – the daughter of a huge and expensive work of construction engineering – was the inauguration in record time of a huge dam that blocks the Bear River and generates the Maple Lake artificial basin, destined to produce incalculable quantities of energy and offer many jobs as well as integrating perfectly with what had been a source of pride and origin of the name Keen Sight: the unique natural landscape that we will never tire of appreciating every single day lived in our small, extraordinary town.

Shortly thereafter, thanks mainly to the substantial financial support of Hexacore Biogenetics and the Government, a power plant, a drinking water treatment facility, and works will begin on a further link road between Keen Sight and Canada, the Horizon Falls Trail, which passes right over the Lair Dam crossing the river and then enters the forest. The road, however, has never been completed due to a lack of funds from the Government and, above all, a substantial indifference on the part of Canada to connect to a communication route so isolated and dispersed in the forest, translatable into one huge economic effort and uncertain return.
HB-691 - APPLICATION FORM

June 1995
The formal request submitted through this application must be approved by the General Board of Hexacore Biogenetics.
Supervisors are reminded that although Hexacore Biogentics is funded by both the Central Intelligence Agency and Department of Defense, all activities by the company are considered classified, and higher than that of intelligence. For this reason, the majority of resources it receives, as well as the studies it conducts, are handled entirely in-house. Therefore, internal staff are not exempt from the same level secrecy and selection. Starting from the research team, then proceeding to the administration team and the security agents, all candidates must comply with the highest confidentiality. Regarding field agents who intervene in sensitive cases or emergency situations, mainly Special Forces H.A.D.E.S. and pilots of H.A.F., these individuals are recruited primarily by supervisors, who normally select from Army, Navy or Air Force ranks, to then be evaluated and subsequently approved by the board.

NUMBER CARD: 123
SUPERVISOR: Major Hayden Volken
CANDIDATE: Captain David Hale

CANDIDATE DETAILS: Captain David Hale was selected by Major Volken from the most decorated NASA pilots on leave. According to his personal file, Captain Hale, at 26, was one of the youngest pioneers of aviation when he participated in his last active duty on the morning of April 23, 1992. It involved an experimental test flight at NASA’s Dryden Flight Research Center located at Edwards Air Base and identified as “Joshua Control”. The experimental flight, codenamed “Gaspipe”, was to test the top-secret aircraft SR-91 Aurora. A classified report reveals that Captain Hale and Lieutenant Corrick were in flight above base when the fuel injection system malfunctioned and resulted in the leakage of flammable liquid that reached the cockpit of the first pilot. During the emergency re-entry phase, a fire broke out that involved Lieutenant Corrick and began to spread to the second pilot’s cockpit. The first pilot was totally engulfed in flames when Captain Hale assumed command of the completely uncontrollable aircraft. During his descent, the control tower ordered him to eject to save his own life and especially the flight data recorded by the black box. However, Captain Hale made an arbitrary decision to remain aboard and attempt an emergency landing. The sudden shift in pressure, as well as deterioration from extreme temperatures, caused the cockpit’s glass to shatter, injuring Captain Hale on his head. Now in mortal danger and unable to save the lieutenant, he was forced to eject himself just a few meters from the surface as the SR-91 Aurora crash landed.

Following the accident, Captain Hale was subjected to a rather lengthy, painful physical and mental rehabilitation, only to be later charged with disobeying a direct order, reckless endangerment and destruction of costly government equipment. As a result, his pilot’s license was revoked and he was fired by NASA. No further information has been reported on the flight data nor the fate of Lieutenant Corrick who was never declared as killed in action and erased from any subsequent reports and records.

FORMAL REQUEST: Major Hayden Volken therefore requests the reinstatement of Captain David Hale and his inclusion to the ranks of H.A.F. (Hexacore Air Force) as his subordinate in the Crimson Skulls unit. Three years after the accident in Dryden, the previous tests definitively conclude that Captain Hale has recovered both physically and mentally for re-enlistment. Hayden’s innate ability to pilot both aircraft and helicopters make him the best possible candidate for integration into the H.A.F.

OUTCOME OF THE ASSESSMENT: Candidate approved. The usual procedures for physical and mental evaluation have been completed to integrate Captain David Hale into the Crimson Skulls unit under the codename: Raven.

APPLICATION APPROVED

Raven files - 3

HB-267 - EXECUTIVE’S DIARY

12 September 1997
The Boston office sent us another one of its most promising recruits. A a young, up-and-coming layer called Mitch McDeere. The bait is always the same: nice flat in the city, expensive ride, six digit bank account – a brighter future for him and his little wife. Happy to work for us, happy to protect our activities, including the most sensitive ones.

18 November 1997
That McDeere boy is truly amazing. He’s an ace on the green and leagues ahead of the dusty old men I normally deal with. All the civil suits we’re mixed in, including the most risky ones that involve sensitive Keen Sight matters, were closed with the greatest of ease. I’ll be sure to reward him with a special gift and front row seat with management at the Christmas party this year.

28 January 1998
McDeere is acting a bit too suspicious for my liking. I wonder if it has anything to do with the firm’s most recent case and how he tackled its challenges. Of course, the disappearance of the prosecution’s key witness made things easier. Did he really think every legal suit won was only due him skills?

3 March 1998
Something is wrong. McDeere doesn’t seem to care about the money anymore and is losing focus. He’s likely unnerved by the recent case of Mr. Hackman, a former employee who got too close to the company’s more unpleasant matters, after having contracted a fatal disease from a substance he himself administered to the townspeople, then finally took his final breath just days before the hearing and left his family badly off. But why should that matter? After all, the guy was no saint. It’s pretty sad to develop a conscience only when your life is at stake. I have to get to the bottom of this and see just how much the mishap has affected McDeere.

7 March 1998
MeDeere’s been asking way too many questions to his colleagues and I think he might actually be trying to steal confidential info that could be detrimental to the company’s image. We’ve already bugged and tapped his place and both vehicles. I need to find out exactly what he’s discussing with his wife in their supposedly “safe” house.

10 March 1998
I’m sure of it now. McDeere’s been working with some hero FBI agents. Our contacts in Washington confirmed it. I’ll have to clean up the mess, as usual. I’ve already arranged it – a team of HADES in civilian clothes will bring the boy to the belly of the dam. In a few short weeks, he’ll be just another unfortunate missing person who went out on a hike and got swallowed up by the Redcrest Mountains. It’s a real blessing that he was smart enough to hide the truth from his lovely wife. Two disappearances in such a short time, especially from the same family, could beg too many questions even in a town like Keen Sight. Besides, I’ll do my best to comfort her… I saw the way her eyes stared at me at the last company outing. As soon as the waves recede, I’ll be sure to feel up the situation.

The diary ends here.
HB-346 - INTERN’S NOTE

After just a few months here, I finally got myself a decent assignment. It pays pretty damn good too and the fact that it only involves photocopying and filing cards seems to be a real crime against taxpayers. Of course, I’m not a computer whiz or biology specialist, but people like me are still necessary in this day and age. I want them to know that I’m perfect for this position not only because of my background. The assignment I’ve been given seems to be a delicate one, considering that the higher-ups want a detailed report on all the major international companies on the forefront of medical science. In particular, those who have departments with contacts for military applications. This part is pretty easy since the #1 company on the list must be the famous Japanese multinational, Kuronosu Enterprises. The tricky part will be finding anything below the surface of the facade they put on for the public.

The Company gave me access to the whole database, as well as their most sensitive international sources. Most of whom fail to reveal anything expect for the name “Kuronosu” being from Khronos (Cronus) – the Greek Titan of time. Apparently, it also has a hidden meaning related to the passing of life, evolution and the fact that medical technology can extend the human life span. The other sources told me that Kuronosu owes its beginnings to covert Japanese research and development unit that survived the second world war. They officially produce advanced medications, but unofficially continue to research BC weapons that were lost after atomic blasting and sell them on the black market around the world.

My report to my supervisor is due in three days. I’m afraid that all my hard work will be reduced to a hole in the water, including any hope of building a career in the upper ranks of Hexacore. I just wish some act of God will give me the time I need to finish…

ID-tags

HB-338 - ID TAG AGENT CRANE

Hexacore Biogenetics Encrypted File
Server: http://www.hexacorebiogenetics.com/

I’m really starting to hate this job, this city and that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dam. It’s been six years since the Government sent me to this piss pot in the forest, yet I risk my life twice as often as I did in the Gulf. And what’s with all the secrecy – the codes names and crap they give the population, to our own brothers. I received a really good offer to work as a security merc for a japanese multinational that sounds like good idea. I may just take this opportunity to cut the umbilical that’s tied me to the company for years. Being an operative of H.A.D.E.S. and training with these men taught me a lot, but now I think it’s time to give the trigger a rest and focus on the future. And more importantly… get as far away from Liev’s pecker head as I possibly can. If he weren’t so arrogant and precious, he’d make a fine leader… but so long as he puts his interests before others, he’ll never make top dog, and nobody will trust him with their lives. Especially not me, that’s for damn sure.
HB-728 - ID TAG J. LITHGOW

Hexacore Biogenetics Encrypted File
Server: http://www.hexacorebiogenetics.com/

Damn! I thought it’d be smart to leave the van behind, avoiding the engine noise of this ♥♥♥♥♥♥ piece of junk, and take to the woods on foot in order to reach the dam where everyone is stationed. But when I got to the hill, I saw what caused that unearthly noise a few hours ago. There it was – a copter, up in flames. A great big iron womb practically glowing with the company’s logo. I have no doubt it’s somehow connected to what’s going on in this city. Anyway, I was about to head on past when I heard the most unusual noise from the trees. An animal cry, followed by blinding pain in my back. Whatever attacked me, I didn’t stick around to find out. I think I saw two of the things, but they moved so fast I can’t be sure. In fact, I didn’t see the one coming that ambushed me from the shadows and slashed my back with its huge claw. Now, they’re tracking me. This is their neck of the woods. Best I can figure they’re gonna take down and eliminate anyone with balls big enough or stupid enough to trespass. I’m not even sure how I managed to make it to my post and shut myself in, but it doesn’t feel any safer in here. If I step outside, I’m dead. If I stay in here, I’ll bleed to death. I just want the pain to stop.
HB-632 - ID TAG C. RYBACK

Hexacore Biogenetics Encrypted File
Server: http://www.hexacorebiogenetics.com/

The army’s finally here… Parading around a few feet away… in their green garbs and gas masks… ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiots… they don’t even realize the threat isn’t airborne… not anymore… I know they won’t let me go… even though I work for the company… I read the emergency protocols… my position isn’t high enough on the pedestal to warrant a safe extraction… but rather a swift execution as some test subject… a number to be checked off! They”re close now… the only thing I can do is make a break for the car and hope to get across the border… if I do make it, I’ll rat on those bastards in front of a judge… but if I don’t, I just hope this confession is enough to nail Hexacore…

Conclusion

Feel free to leave comments if there are any mistakes or any document is missing in this guide, I also hope that it was helpful and saved you some time.

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Dallas Zedland 25 May, 2023 @ 12:06am

FYI one of the files is alluding to the movie the fugitive with Harrison Ford. Found it kinda funny

m.Raisin [author] 25 Apr, 2022 @ 12:11pm

Yeah, I think so too, so I made this guide.

Although at first it was quite unusual and interesting to get to read files in this way. It would be better if there were some special and few "hidden" files than making most important to the plot notes in game like this.

I haven't play Doom 3, so didn't know there was something like that, curious

TimeLoss 25 Apr, 2022 @ 11:10am

The "encrypted" files are the single worst idea in this already mixed idea bag of a game. Few players will actually bother to go through the additional steps to read these texts. Not to mention that the website will likely not be online forever.

Something like Doom 3's now defunct "Martian Buddy" website was fine since it was only two lockers in the entire game. But having what feels like 70% of all in-game texts locked behind an aging http website is just an awful design choice.

donna beneviento 7 Oct, 2021 @ 11:46pm

Btw there're additional dogtag files from hades dead end (they're listed in "Dead End Mission" on the website). I'll provide the codes, in case anyone wants these:

-hospital: HB-050, HB-888, HB-374, HB-195

-sewers: HB-201, HB-438, HB-513, HB-618

-downtown: HB-952, HB-448, HB-022, HB-593

- lair dam: HB-878, HB-616, HB-818, HB-351

m.Raisin [author] 6 Oct, 2021 @ 11:15am

Thanks for your comment, added this file

donna beneviento 6 Oct, 2021 @ 2:32am

Liev's Incident Report file is missing (code: HB-821)

Thanks for the guide!

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