Jacob Hollister (Exile)

Weight: 165

Apparent Age: 55

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Modified DAOD Combat Assault Shotgun

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Bio: Well to fully understand the story of Exile, I need to take you back in time. I need to bring you back to a time before the False Flag and a time before the great tragedy of 2018. This man was born sometime in the previous century and has been kept alive do to genetic age manipulation that have combined with his mystical nature to create a man that is immune to age, and will not perish do to the passing of the calender pages. No Exile will remain alive until he perishes on the battlefield, his body is immune to disease and simple injuries only seem to slow him down till his natural regenerative facilities engage. So as for his actual date of birth that is unknown and lost to history, this man is another that both benefited and suffered under the great information crash. Though this is not why I am reporting on Exile, the reason I am reporting on this man is because no one else will even dare to acknowledge his existence and a killer of this calibre is needed to exposed, if only to save a few lives or even give closer to the families of his victims.

       Exile grew up in small town America somewhere in the middle of the county, and was raised in a true middle class family. He had a normal upbringing, went to church on Sundays, was a member of the local Boy Scouts and studied hard in school where he played both baseball and football. By all accounts he lead a normal life and was headed straight for college, and according to his military records he did graduate from Ohio State and then received his masters from West Virginia University. Exile was part of the ROTC programs while in college and joined, just after he graduated from West Virginia with his masters in Business. For Exile the military was going to be his stepping stone out of middle America and into a new life, he had political aspirations and having kept his nose clean and towing the line, he hopped that all his hard work would pay off and allow him to escape the small town life and dreary wage slave life of his parents.

       Exile would enter the Air Force as an officer and quickly connect himself to the funeral division so that he could remain out of combat directly, but still be deployed into a combat zone if needed. Thus bringing credence to his military service and not being the veteran who would remain state side and still claim to have seen deployment and action. He knew that being in the funeral division the chances of seeing action where low, since they where engaged after the fact to remove the dead from the battlefield, but the chances where still there and the risks where known to all in that unit. These men where not well liked by the others in the armed services, seeing that they would be a constant reminder of the mortality of battle, these men where the ones that loved ones dreaded ever seeing and no soldier would ever dare to socialize with do to supposed curse that followed these men around. They were the harbingers of the military and the division was one that would be outfitted with members of all the various branches, trained in mortuary science skills, human relations, business management and as well combat do to the need for these men to be deployed into dangerous situations. The funeral services division was one unit that always needed people and many would shy away from it do it’s morbid nature, and the stigma that would follow those that choose to serve the dead.

       He knew this all going into the division, and willingly accepted the loneliness that would follow as a gatherer of the dead, and collector of tears. Exile also knew that he was only staying in the service until he finished his education at Princeton Law and competed his tour of duty to pay back his college loan. The degree from an ivy league university would go far with hi aspirations of a political career and it would also allow him to land a well paying job in the private sector if his run for office would fail. Though while he was studying abroad for his degree, Exile would be sent to various hot spots, where he would become the collector of the dead. This was something that he didn’t foresee and would extend his time of service as it would take three times longer to complete his degree and begin his political campaigning, he would be sent all over the world to command various mobile morgues and perform countless autopsies on soldiers that obviously died in battle. Though he knew that even the slightest chance of friendly fire needed to ruled out, and thats what his division was there for.

       By the time Exile would graduate from Princeton Law, he would already hold the rank of Colonel and be in full command of his division. This would as well mean that he would be the man that would stay state side, unless some major world war broke out and a full command division was needed. Though this would also mean that he would be the one that would have to deliverer the unwanted news to the fallen’s family and be the true harbinger, the one man that no one ever wanted to see walking up there front walk and ringing their bell. It was during this time that his heart would blacken, and he would become ice inside; he had to maintain a steady exterior when breaking the news as well as maintaining the no public displays of affection while in uniform. He couldn’t offer a hug, or show any signs of sympathy to the fallen’s loved ones, no Exile had to remain statue like and this would take it’s toll on his soul. Seeing that Exile wasn’t trained to be a cold hearted killer, and he was from a normal upbringing and of sound mind and body. Every death he had to report, would shatter his soul just a little further and he would become just like his superiors that all wore an icy exterior that unnerved the average soldier. For Exile, he didn’t even notice the change and slowly his thoughts for a career in law or politics would fade as he would become engrossed into his command position. He might have only seen a few combat engagements, where he was forced to take another human life, but he was becoming just like a soldier that has seen to much and for Exile nothing else mattered anymore and he was sinking into the depression that claims many in there line of work.

       Well for Exile he had become so entrenched into his work, that he had begun to neglect his wife and children, his work became all that he could think about and all that he cared about. He could no longer see the smiling faces of his children of feel the warmth of his wife’s caress, it just felt alien to him and he was quickly becoming isolated and distant. If it wasn’t for his wife’s perseverance and persistence in pushing him to speak with the Pastor of their church over the Chaplin of his post, Exile might have been lost for good and we might never have had to deal with him. Through the wise words of his Pastor Exile would begin to break free from the iron shell he had locked himself into and he would begin to feel again. The numbness was gone and suddenly a flood of emotion would erupt from the once stoic officer, he knew that he had to retire from the service and begin a new life way from the sadness and death that once surrounded him on a daily basis. Hollister would retire at the rank of Colonel and walk away from a twenty plus year career with nothing more then a gold watch and plaque to represent his dedicated and decorated career. No retirement party and no awards dinner in his honour, just handed a box as he walked out the door for the last time Exile truly knew how his division was foreseen and how he was perceived.

        Well for Exile his retirement would not be long, as he would see his chance to seek a political position and leave the small town life behind and enter the nations capital. Though he would have to first get nominated and then win the election and for Exile he would be running against a well known and well liked incumbent Senator of West Virginia. His chances where slim and seeing that he had no prior public service experience and only a twenty year career as a military ghoul he figured his chances were non existent. Though there is no harm in trying, and thats just what he did he would begin campaigning and using his humble background as his platform, he would use the fact that he rose from nothing and was actually going to look out for the common citizen. He was not owned by any party or any special interest groups and he was only looking out for the average West Virginian, well for Exile this ploy seemed to work and the people trusted the retired Colonel and come election night Jacob Hollister would become the next Senator for West Virginia by a marginal victory. So come January of 2013 he was being sworn into the Senate and would become just another Freshman Senator, that would have to learn the ropes of the old boy’s club quickly, where you either played by the established rules and survived or you made waves and where gone in a flash. Well for Jacob this was something that he was already well versed in seeing that he had already served within the military and understood the pecking order, and how to play the game. He was an officer after all, though he was unable to kiss enough ass to become a general he hoped that his skills would be enough for him to survive within the hallowed halls.

         It was during this time that the establishment was in the final process of creating the False Flag and hand picking those senators that would serve the order loyally and those that would be sacrificed as martyrs to the cause. It was as well during this time that Exile would come into contact with a long term senator from Boston a Mr. Lyndon Kingsbury and as well Senator Warren Mitchell who would see the worry in Hollister’s eyes and feel his plight of trying to remain true to his words. These men would be the one’s who would eventually save Hollister’s life, but as well would be the reason the new regime would target him for assassination. It would be Kingsbury that would guide the Freshman senator through the hallowed halls and establish him within the powers that be, Hollister would end up sitting on multiple committees that normally were reserved for an elder senator and help him further navigate the old boy’s club that without his aid would have swallowed him whole. Exile wasn’t naive, but he was just inexperienced when it came to dealing with career politicians that made a living out of spewing deception, as well Kingsbury knew that something was coming and he would need all the support he could muster to survive the incoming change. Little did these men know that they would end up saving each others lives, but at a very serious cost. Hollister would go onto be well received by the voters in his state, for staying true to his words and looking out for the people and staying clear from the special interest groups and ignoring the lobbyists and as well banning them from his office in the capital building. This didn’t make Hollister all that popular, with his fellow senators that needed these men to fill their bank accounts, it also didn’t make him popular with the founding fathers of the False Flag that needed everyone to play ball and just allow for their bills to pass unopposed. For Kingsbury and those fighting against the False Flag, Hollister was a breath of fresh air, seeing that he could see the writing on the wall and was directly opposed to any new law or sanction that would stand against the principles of the Constitution. Though it was this direct defiance to the current regime that would cause Exile to be targeted by the storm troopers and as well cost him the lives of his family.

        By the summer of the Great Tragedy of 2018, the Senate was closed for the summer and only a handful of politicians remand in their offices while many where off on the campaign trail or home with their families. Hollister was one of the semi lucky ones, he wasn’t in his office at the capital, but he wasn’t out of the city either. He had decided to stay back in DC to finish up some final work on a bill he was designing, and he had stayed up all night working in his office within the apartment he kept in DC. His family was back home in Wheeling West Virginia where they awaited the return of Jacob, sadly for his wife, children and grandchildren they would never again see their loved one and for Jacob he would get to see them one last time on a monitor from his secluded bunker. As Hollister worked steadily through the night, unaware of what was about to occur back home he stared deeply into the picture of his family he kept on his desk, as black government helicopters would land at his family farm. Vans and black sedans would tear down the driveway towards the house, his family would think that is was Jacob returning home in style, only to step outside onto the porch to be greeted by armed federal agents, screaming orders for them to get down on the ground. As Jacob was putting pen to paper, his family was being terrorised and his home ransacked by the government agents. The confused family would comply with the orders and get down on the ground face down, and have their hands bound behind their backs with zip ties as hoods are placed over there heads even the youngest of grandchildren where treated the same. As the Hollister family was being abducted by the federal storm troopers and loaded into the vans, and driven off with the only the glow from the flashing lights behind them, and then the smoke and glow as the Hollister farm would be set a blaze and the storm troopers would vanish into the cold dark night as the farm burned bright behind them.

      For Exile he was unaware of the doom that loomed near and that he would soon be the next on the list to be removed from office and offered up as a martyr. Though what the False Flag didn’t calculate was the kinship that had formed between Jacob and Lyndon and when word got out about the assault on the Hollister farm, Lyndon would work as quickly as he could to stale the storm troopers and attempt to gridlock the city. To allow for one of his family members to get to Hollister in time and rescue him before the goon squad busted down the door and opened fire, Lyndon knew that Hollister was former military and could handle himself in a fight, though he also knew that he was mostly non combat and he wouldn’t stand a chance against the combined might of a government hit squad. Lyndon would pass word to the man known as Splinter as he hunkered down to let the storm pass, well for Jacob he was finished with his work and groggily making coffee still dressed in his work clothes he put a cigarette to his lips and ignited it breathing in a deep drag. As the back door to his apartment would fly open and in would charge Splinter, at first Hollister was confused as he removed his glasses and rubbed his weary eyes, thinking he is seeing things as Splinter closely resembled Lyndon in many aspects but his mannerisms. Splinter knowing time was not on their side, told Hollister that he was sent by Lyndon to rescue you, as you are in great danger; the government is planning a take over and you have been sentenced to death. Lyndon sent me to make sure that you survive, I need to take you to safe location. Hollister started to gather a few things, and Splinter again stated in a raised tone, we don’t have the time for you to pack. They are already in route as Splinter removed a Colt Manhunter from his jacket and tossed it to Exile, I assume you know how to use this. Exile quickly grabbed his jacket and hat as well the picture from his desk and ran out the door with Splinter. The two men entered an unmarked SUV and the driver speed off, as the black sedans descended onto Hollister’s building.

        Though for Exile this would only be a partial rescue as the natives magic would be unleashed and the vehicle that he was in would loose control as the driver would be rendered into ash and SUV would swerve and slam into a guardrail then bounce of the rail and descended of the road where it would begin to flip tossing both Splinter and Hollister from the vehicle as it continued to roll down the hill where it would eventually settle; then explode sending debris in all directions. Exile would be tossed from the vehicle and sent rolling down the hill towards the Potomac river where he would make a great splash down, only to be swept away by the current and separated from Splinter. Exile would end up washing up down stream quite a distance away and be deep within the wilds of either Maryland of Virginia he wasn’t sure where he was. His phone destroyed, his clothing soaked and the pistol water logged. He was injured from the fall and the trip down stream, and he wasn’t out of the woods yet nightfall was approaching and he was soaking wet. He needed to find shelter and quick or he would die from exposer, So Exile ignored his injuries and began searching the surrounding area for anything that could be used as a shelter and as luck would have it, he would find an old fallout shelter that some farmer had installed during the Cold War. Deep within the wilds of the south, he was opening a metal tomb that hadn’t seen the light of day in over a century. Though for Exile this was going to be home for a while and hopefully it’s remote location would allow for him to go unnoticed for a while; Hollister gingerly climbed down the ladder and pulled the cord for the light switch, surprisingly the shelter came to life. Hollister just stared in amazement as the room was quite large and well equipped with modern convinces, medical supplies, food stuffs, weapons and everything he was going to need to survive the long haul. Though it did cross his mind, that he might have to deal with the shelters owner seeing that it wasn’t a forgotten about Cold War shelter but some Doomsday preppers safe house; though for Hollister that was the least of his concerns.

            While in the shelter he would remove his saturated clothing and hang it up to dry, he would as well begin to tend to his wounds and bandage himself up. He was lucky enough to avoid any broken bones, but the abrasions and deep lacerations where of concern to him not to mention the burns that cooked his back and he had no way to apply any medical attention to that region. Exile would quickly return to his military training and begin to ready the weapons, and as well activate the radio and other communication equipment in hopes to hear an emergency broadcast or anything to explain what the hell had just happened. Though for Hollister he was about to have his entire world come collapsing down around him as he scanned through the channels and would stumble upon a old government broadcast signal that hadn’t been used since he was in boot camp. He is still unsure why he even checked that channel, he blames stress and old habits die hard. But this channel would allow him direct access to the False Flag and there founders that where sitting around sipping brandy and smoking cigars as all hell broke loose around them. Once Hollister realised the video feed was live, he quickly killed the camera so as to not give away his location to the people that just tried to kill him. Hollister just sat their and watched in horror as the entire plan was being reviled as the power brokers bragged about there success and how the citizens would now freely accept the New America. He would also bare witness to many of his friends in the senate and congress being brought in as prisoners and lead to a another room that he could see from his vantage point through the monitor system. He would witness as the power brokers would take bets on how long it would take these poor souls to die and if they would drop their bowls or bladder as they where hung for their enjoyment. Exile couldn’t take his eyes of the monitor as the men he considered friends where being brought to there executions and that he was supposed to be among them.

            He would just watch in horror as one by one the ropes where placed around their necks, their clothing stripped from them and left to stand there naked as the day they were born. Unable to hide there shame and cover themselves up, as they would be hoisted into the air some would twitch violently while others just jerked once and went still. He could hear the cheers of the founders as they as well watched from a closed circuit monitor, unaware that Hollister was as well witnessing the degradation of his collogues and many others that he recognised from the television and media. Though there were quite a few he didn’t know, and even some children that where suffering the same humiliation at the hands of this power play. Some men would even suffer being castrated before being hung, while others where just strung up and then disposed of into the mobile crematorium that was set up with a convener belt system to accept high speed incinerations. Though just as Hollister had seen enough, and was about to turn away from the screen in disgust he would hear the cries of a small child in the distance on the screen. The voice would send his stomach into knots as a feeling of dread would over take him, as he knew that voice all to well and only just the other day did it say “I love you PaPa” it was his grandson that was being brought out onto the stage. Dread filled his body, as anger swelled through him Hollister had an idea where the feed was coming from and come hell or high water he was going to put an end to this. he grabbed the riffle at his side and rose to his feet as pain coursed through his body and forced him to sit once more. The wound to is leg was worse then he figured and the burns to his back had settled in, he was in to much pain to even rise to his feet let alone fight against armed guards. He was forced back to his seat and through the tears that began to swell in his eyes and the anger that burned deep inside he watched as his family one by one was added to the nights entertainment. He watched as the New Order systematically hung his loved ones and even executed his only grandson that adored his PaPa, you could only imagine the rush of emotions that would flood through Hollister on that day. He was full of grief, anger, hatred, pain and frustration as all he could do was sit there and watch as his beloved family was being murdered all because he wouldn’t play ball with the new order.

          Over the next few days, Hollister remained in the bunker recovering from his wounds and trying to formulate a plan of attack against those that forced him into exile. Though as he sat their the events of the days prior would just replay over and over again in his mind, and he would just stare at the water logged photo of his family. His mind flushed with emotions of the senseless deaths he just witnessed and being tormented by the sound of his grand son last words calling out for his PaPa. He was truly living in hell, but he knew things would only get worse from here, this was only the beginning of the new dystopia that would be the once great nation. As Hollister continued to wrap his mind around the events that were unfolding, and the death of his family eating at him, he would come to an in-pass within his own psyche and the man that he once was, the man that was cold and distant, the man that he locked away in the farthest reaches of his mind and soul had broken free from his chains and was once again the dominate personality. Hollister had snapped and for good reason, but the man that was about to be unleashed was far more dangerous then a stoic funeral division commander and one that was truly as cold as ice, his heart blackened and the only thing that drives him would be revenge. They have taken everything from Hollister and forced him into exile, he would become what they created and during this time Exile was born the only thing he has left from his old life is a water stained photo of his family and the memories that still scare his mind and soul.

           Though back to those days, when the government was reforming, the natives were ransacking the country and people where falling in line giving away freely the one thing they owned outright, their freedom. Hollister was suffering in the shelter, from his wounds and the burns to his back that he couldn’t medically care for, he was starting to feel the affects of infection and the lacerations to his leg where not healing properly. He could feel foreign debris inside the wound but he couldn’t see it, and he couldn’t remove it without knowing what it was and where it was. His medical training was telling him that if he didn’t seek proper care soon he would die from blood poisoning, or worse; but he still had no idea where he was. It had been already a few days since he was separated from Splinter, and he hadn’t been found yet the odds where not in his favour. Though for Hollister things where about to take a turn for the worse as he would begin to feel the chills of a fever and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be incapacitated do to the infection and even taking the antibiotics that were on hand would only stem the bleeding. He would have to gather his supplies, load a pack and venture out into the wilds to seek help or the shelter would become his tomb.

         While Exile was preparing to emerge from his tomb and return to the world, once again the fates where working against Exile and he was again going to be on the race for his life, though this time not from the infection that was coursing through his body but the government that had been tracking his whereabouts via his broken but not disabled cell phone. They knew that he had managed to escape capture and where on the prowl for him, knowing that they needed to remove Hollister from the equation before he could bring to light the information that he knew about the new order. Little did the government know how much more important it was to assassinate him now seeing that he witnessed the executions and overheard all their early stage planning while tapped into a channel that even the False Flag had forgotten about.

       Hollister gathered the last of the supplies he could carry, took the days dose of medication and climbed the ladder once again to the great unknown. As he rose the the lid and began to emerge, he was welcomed with the smell of pine and freshly ionized air after a summer storm, the ground was wet and a slight drizzle still falling from the heavens, his eyes burned from being under ground for days and once again being exposed to the sun even through the overcast sky, it was far brighter outside then it had been down below. Hollister looked around wiping the haze from his eyes as he glanced around the wooded region to see noting but pine tree’s nicely aligned in rows, and all growing about 6 to 8 feet in hight with a few smaller saplings. He realised that he was at an old Christmas tree farm, one of the few actually remaining farms that provided live tree’s at a reasonable cost. He knew exactly where he was, seeing that he had been here a number of times with his family and as well a few members of his staff, purchasing tree’s for his apartment, office and even for his dedicated staff members. This meant he wasn’t actually that far out of DC and he must have been within the boundaries of Virginia, though he also knew that meant the enemy would be near and he would have to move quickly if he was to remain undetected. The presence of that bunker did worry him a bit, seeing that the tree farmer was a kindly old gentlemen and not one that stood out as a doomsday prepper. Why was it there and so close the river was also troubling to Hollister. Though he couldn’t dwell on the small stuff and needed to get his bearings and find help and quickly nightfall would quickly be upon him and now without shelter he could be in trouble quickly.

       He drew the survival knife off his belt and glanced at the compass so that he could get his bearings, Hollister figured if he kept heading south he would eventually find a small town and maybe a doctor if not someone who could tend to the burns on his back, that where aching now with the addition of a pack. So he mustered up his strength and ventured forward, he was improperly dressed for a trek through the woods, but the clothing and boots in the bunker where either way to big for his smaller frame or way to small and he was forced to put his suit and oxfords back on, though now dry but wouldn’t lend him the support or protection from the elements he was going to need for an extended stay in the wilderness. Hollister would begin his journey heading south through the tree farm and keeping his head low, and moving at a slower rate so that he wouldn’t accidentally stumble onto anyone and cause alarm. The last thing he needed was to wander into a government search team and get into a fire fight, or surprise a civilian and cause further alarm.

       As he travelled south, the military would be moving into the region from the north and only a few hours behind him this would put his slowed pace in jeopardy and create a serious situation for the battered officer that really couldn’t move much faster do to the injury to his leg. Hollister would travel for a few hours before he clear the tree farm and emerge onto the highway were as luck would have it he would come into contact with the one man who had just about given up the search for Hollister. He would come into contact with Splinter, who was parked on the side of rode, using his phone and speaking with an unknown party. Exile would see Splinter and begin to make his way towards his rescuer, as well he had to warn him that the government forces where only a few clicks behind him. Splinter initially taken by surprise, jumped at the sight of Hollister and started to draw his side arm, but quickly recognised the man and jumped into action, Hollister called out to him, saying that the military was on his trail and they needed to move quickly, Splinter said nothing but grabbed Hollister and riffled through his jacket to find his dead phone. Splinter just shook his head and pulled out the SIM chip and battery and dropped both on the ground and then ground the heel of his shoe into them. He then told Hollister to get into the car and the two drove off to parts unknown. Splinter told him that he was actually lucky to still be alive, as the same way he was tracking him the military was as well and the cell phone should have been discarded at the house. Had he known that Hollister had grabbed his phone on his way out the door, Splinter would have scolded him right there. Though it did become a double edged sword and it allowed for the two men to reconnect, otherwise it could have been lights out for Hollister.

         Well what we now know is that Splinter took Hollister to an undisclosed Post Office location, where he would receive emergency medical treatment for his badly infected wounds, though they would have to amputate his right leg below the knee and replace it with a partial cyber leg. His burned back wounds would be harder to manage and require additional care. At this point we loose track of Exile and his journal entries end, though this is the point that we begin to learn about the legend known as Exile and the mass destruction he would bring to those within the False Flag. This man would become known as an Architect and be eventually so feared that the government would stop hunting or even acknowledging his existence, though for Exile he would never forget about the crimes they committed against him. Exile would spend the next course of his life seeking retribution for the death of his family and he would invoke a blood price upon the current UCAS. This man would show the world, that he is just as dangerous as the Presidents Men, and that he is one twisted individual. He would go onto create a specialised form of buckshot that is almost as fine as bird shot, but far more lethal to a human being. He would create this ammunition to be strong enough to penetrate armour and flesh, but not exit the body, these pellets would made like small bear traps, that start of closed and once the penetrate flesh they spring open exposing there spiked and barbed teeth where they grab onto everything and anything inside the body. Also being small enough to get trapped in the bloodstream and travel throughout the body, these shells would be powerful enough to enter and give a very nasty flesh wound that would continue to bleed and as the tiny little traps hundreds at a time made certain that internal bleeding was fast and furious. This would make sure death was certain and as well that it was long and painful, he no longer cared about his own humanity and wished to distribute as mush suffering onto those that choose to serve the tyrants of the False Flag.

       This is not where this man would leave off, he was not just a skilled gunner and gunsmith. It seems that he had received training from someone within the Post Office or the Architects seeing that he is also quite skilled in martial combat and with the use of a knife. Well as a funeral director he is already skilled in the use of a blade and very knowledgeable in the human anatomy as well as the injuries of war. This knowledge would make Exile dangerous on many levels, seeing that with his hand to hand training combined with his anatomy and embalming skills he can break most bones with a simple flick of his wrist. He is as deadly as any doctor with a blade, though he has no oath to break, Exiles tools of the trade can be applied to a living target just as easily as they can to a deceased one. This man is a true force to be reckoned with and the last thing anyone ever wants is to be stuck with his auto-injector system, seeing that he keeps that bad boy loaded with embalming fluid. Not enough to be lethal, but enough to render the target immobile and viciously ill as he uses his specialised blade to remove the carotid arteries with a simple flick of the wrist. Thus causing extreme bleeding and almost instant death from exsanguination, he can do this in the heat of battle and without very much preparation, remember Exile is a man that is driven by revenge and hatred. There is no reasoning with him and no time for apologies, the UCAS gave up that chance when the hung his grandson and created the monster they are now trying to forget about.

        I used to be a supporter of the UCAS until the most recent developments came to light, I also witnessed first hand the footage that Exile brought forward a few days ago, it seems as if he was able to record the executions and drunken revelry that followed. The images where very disturbing to watch and are also hard to disprove there validity and claim them to be a hoax or propaganda, this man served our nation proudly and never once actually lied to the people of his state. He is a rare find and a very honest man, now I don’t condone the actions he has since taken but I can relate to them and if I witnessed and went through what he did I might have done far worse then he has ever done. The Government deckers are doing their best to keep those files out of the matrix and away from the citizens eyes, as it is very damning and is a great cause for concern. It doesn’t matter what side of this war you are own, we can’t accept a regime that has lowered itself to the execution of children and the murdering of it’s leaders that wouldn’t play ball so they can martyr them latter, claiming these mayors, governors, senators and congressman where innocent victims when in reality they were targets from the get go.

       As more and more information is getting leaked out and we are learning that far more former politicians have turned against the UCAS and joined the fringe groups, either by direct support like Lyndon Kingsbury or fighting against them like Jacob Hollister and others this begs to question why and what do these men and women know, what is it that has caused these career politicians to turn against the established government and risk everything in direct defiance. We know why a few of them have given up the political arena and struck out as combatants, though for others they are still bound by their greed and lust for power hence why the system hasn’t just collapsed and we are still stuck in this great revolution. As far as Exile is concerned nothing will be right until the last corrupt agent of the False Flag has been properly disposed of and freedom and liberty returned to the nation. Exile is on a personal quest for justice and he knows that he will never get to see his family again, and their bodies will never be truly put to rest, he is tormented by the memories of what he witnessed and the pain that still courses through his body from the severe burns that he received that summers day of 2018. This man has become a monster, but he wasn’t always that way and locked away is the kindly grandfather that is Jacob Hollister and hopefully one day Exile will be satisfied that justice has been served and the man that we need now more then ever before can be restored. Jacob Hollister is one man that can help restore the honour and pride of this nation, though in his current state as Exile that will never happen and only death will loom within the horizon as he continues his quest for justice and to bring the current system crumbling down around him. Till then we can hope and pray for Exile and hope that he can break free from the shackles that control him currently, and allow for the man that he once was to shine through.

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