Clare "RedJane" Hayes, PhD

History
Born during Samain on November 6th, 1976 in Sligo, Ireland to mother; Katie Donovan, nee O'Conner and and father; Micheal Donovan. Her early life was as mundane as one can be for a girl that spent nights performing all manner of physics experiments out of household items or, eventually, building particle counters and accelerators in her father's well-extended shed.

In 1992, at the age of 16, she won the gold medal for the Irish Physics Olympiad and was entered into the 25th International Physics Olympiad in partnership with Sligo's sister city, San Fransisco, where she placed as a silver medalist with a special gold medal in theory.

In 1994, at the age of 18, she won an Fulbright International Science and Technology Award that served to let her study abroad, graduating from MIT as second in her physics class; with a double major in physics and math in 1998. She then joined the Stanford Linear Accelerator Center's Elementary Particle Theory program, receiving her Ph.D in mid-2004.

Moving back to Ireland, she accepted a teaching position at the University College in Cork and met her soon-to-be husband, William Patrick Hayes. They wed on October 26, 2004 and moved to Waterfall, 10 minutes outside of Cork proper.

It was 2 years later that the couple's son, Cameron Patrick Hayes, was born on December 12, 2006.

“Bless the little ones.”
(The following is a contextual recreation of the day's event's as described by Dr. Hayes herself, a witness statement, and forensic analysis files)

7:30 AM - May 17, 2010 - The Morning of the U.K./Cork Event
It was Thursday morning. As she was commuting to work with her three-year-old son to drop him with relatives, Dr. Clare Hayes turned a sharp corner on a rural road and nearly ran over a confused looking elderly woman shuffling down the way. Upon getting out of her car to check on the woman, the septuagenarian actually attacked her, nearly knocking them both to the ground. In the midst of trying to defend herself without hurting the apparently sick and confused woman she heard her son cry out in a shriek behind her. Risking the glance back, she saw that two more shambling forms had appeared from the countryside and were crawling into the still open driver's door of her car, one halfway into the backseat already. The elderly woman's strength was greater than Clare would have guessed and it took a mother's panic for her to break free of her assailant.

Scrambling back to the car, she grabbed the darkly stained shirt of one of the forms and attempted to pull them from the car. The form spun on her instead, revealing a cadaverous and twisted parody of a human being with a gaping and gnashing maw for a mouth...eyes like bottomless pits and skin like baked leather. It lunged at her, flesh and blood dripping from it's jagged jaws while the sound of her son peaked in a mind-snapping wail. Clare, caught off-balance by the sudden spin of her target, fell back with her attacker onto her tailbone. As it clawed at her, she kicked and spun away from the monster, disbelief running rampant through her mind. She stood only to have the elderly woman meet her face to face and for a sharp and sudden snapping crack report through the countryside, mirrored by the near shattering of the old woman's head at her right ear and the thud of her body hitting the pea-gravel roadway.

Another two gunshots were accompanied by ricochets as Clare spun for her car again. Without her taking notice, the first monster she'd pried from the car was knocked aside by a third before she made it back to the car proper. As she dove into the car after her son, her world turned black and silent as a grave.

Her next memory was waking to pain ripping through her bandaged head in a strange bed and that it was near nighttime outside of a strange window lit by the flashing blue of emergency response lightbars. Her son wasn't with her.

“Fate doesn't care about your schedule.”
(The following is a contextual reproduction transcript taken from surveillance video captured in an interrogation room of the County Cork police department.)

1:05 AM - May 18, 2010
"I don't understand...why am I being held here?", Clare asked, plaintively. She was sitting, knees together and legs askew in her tan skirt with what looked like pitch staining her white blouse. Carefully enameled toes ground at the linoleum next to her chair. Her right sleeve was clearly ripped away, exposing a band tattoo just above her elbow. Her face was sullen, tear-streaked and her hair; ruffled...to say the least with the white bandage wrap tiara having dislodged some earlier.

"Where is my son? What. Happened. To. My. SON?!?", she barked in a voice that tail-spun into the wail of the uncertain and lost. She winced as she spoke, her headache unrelenting. It was then that two male, plain-clothes inspectors and a female uniformed officer entered the room, the officer closing the door behind her.

"Dr. Hayes. I'm Inspector Moore, this is Inspector Daly.  We just need to talk to you for a bit.  Now I want you to know you've not been charged with anything at this time..."

Clare's head popped up immediately, eyes wide but the waterfalls continuing unabated.

"Charged? What the bloody Hell are you talking about? What happened? What WERE those things? Where's Cameron?  WHERE'S MY SON???" she bellowed and stood, like a lioness facing the grinning jackal. This did nothing to rectify her head trauma, and it registered on her face immediately.

"Dr. Hayes, sit down!", the inspector before her snapped as he handed a small box of Kleenex to the panicked woman. He gave her a moment as he sat across from her, one she recognized she needed to take to gather herself some. "Right, now then. I know today's been, difficult on you.  We have two witness statements, a Mr. Joseph Byrne and his own wife Noreen?"

The last was offered as a question with an expectant look. Clare nodded immediately, wiping at her eyes and nose still. Joseph's family was a member of the same church congregation Clare's was. "We know the Byrnes from mass."

"Right.", the inspector acknowledged. "And it was himself that backed up the statement you gave the officers at the scene. Let's see here...", he tossed off casually as he flipped a manilla folder open.

"Ah...that you were trying to help an old woman outta the road when she turned on you. That you defended yourself against said assailant, a Mrs. MacKenna.  A 78 year old woman, by the way, who had grown preternaturally strong when two...and I quote, 'monsters' came outta the glen and swarmed your VW Golf." The inspector closed and lowered the folder, laying his arm across the desk in front of him and exhaled as if shucking the weight of a freight train from his back.

"Dr. Hayes, to tell the truth if it weren't t'day of all days, I'd call this tripe, you ALL insane and hold all three of you for the Magistrate. As it is...", he shrugged looking back at the other inspector nearby and the uniformed officer at the closed door to the room.

"It's what happened", Clare said defensively, "I know it sounds daft but I tell you, they were monsters. Mary turn her back on me if I'm lying."

Looking back at her, he nodded casually and continued, "Now you say you were knocked out trying to defend your son. The ambulance techs on-scene noted head trauma, thus your cotton crown there.  Their judgement was that you clipped the top of the door-frame trying to get into the car, as evidenced by fresh blood remnants on the door-frame and backed up by our own forensics.  It would seem you knocked yourself out in your flight."

Clare inhaled deeply and reached forward, laying her hand with fingers spread on the table before her. "But that doesn't tell me where my baby boy is. And how does bumping my head knock me out for...". She quickly looked down at her wristwatch, dangling around her left wrist and continued. "...all day! How does that happen?  And why did I wake up at dusk of all things?"

Moore sighed, never breaking eye-contact. "I can honestly tell you, Dr. Hayes, I don't know where your son is. But you have to know something, here.  What you claim happened to you is just capping off a day of strangeness Rod Serling could consider a night-terror.  We've had so many missing person calls I'm surprised there's any damn traffic on the bloody N22.  I've had reports called in from farmer and felon alike claiming ghosts overrunning Stephen's Green Center.  Thirty screaming, rampaging Celtic warriors apparently killed 12 people in St. Finbarrs Terrace, and now there's no sign of 'em.  Sweet Mother Mary, Neenan Park is impassible.  It's gone completely retro and decided to revert back into a blessed swamp!

Clare looked incredulous. Has everyone gone daft but me?

The inspector continued, "Now then, I don't know why your bump laid you out, Dr. And I don't know why you woke up at dusk, if that's the case.  I do know that both Mr. and Mrs. Byrne swore statements that from the time Joseph fired his first shot, no more than 10 minutes passed before he'd returned to their house with you in his own arms and that Mrs. Byrne dialed 999 immediately.  We've verified that with the phone provider.  At 7:50 am, on the dot. However, we're still caught with a few pressing questions to answer."

"And if I help you answer them will this help find my son? Because...", she never finished the sentence.

"Dr. Hayes, I can't tell you how much I need someone like you to think clearly just at this moment as everything that's transpired today has turned our little slice of Gaelic heaven a-tumble. Yours isn't the only fuckin' strange thing happening today and we're all a little outta our depth.  Now you're a scientist.  A rational thinker with years of experience with concepts that might make my head explode.  Would 'ya just let me finish going through this with you?" he spat in a desperation Clare watched soak through his features like oil would the very tissue in the box before her.

She swallowed hard, everything inside of her screaming and clawing to knock the clods before her away and to go tear the city to it's foundations to find Cameron. That isn't what would happen if she tried it though. She had to, had to get control of herself. The faster she placated these desk jockey badges, the better her chances of moving on to the subject of her son. That's all she cared about in that moment. That and finding a truck full of analgesics. It wasn't just the top of her head, anymore. She felt like her brain was bouncing around her skull like a super-ball.

Clinching and then releasing her jaw, she exhaled and nodded. "Of course. I'm just...a mother."

"I completely appreciate the feeling, Dr.. I've a son, myself.  But, to move forward here...", the inspector said as he fished out a cigarette and lit it. This caused Clare's attention to pick up on the others in the room. Everywhere was a non-smoking area, anymore. When they'd come in, all three were strong of countenance but dispassionate, as she would expect police to look. Now, it was like their collective puppies had all died. She'd missed the deflation, somewhere during Moore's recitation of municipal woes.

"Where was I?", the inspector asked, genuinely.

"Mrs. Byrne calling..", she reminded with a gentle tone, letting it resurface for the man.

"That's right," he said, stubbing the cigarette out on the table. "She called 999 at 7:50 this morning. Our dispatch, however, doesn't see it that way. According to dispatch, the call wasn't received until 6:13 pm."

Clare started. ''There's no way he's lying. It'd end his career.''

"You're telling me that your dispatch didn't receive her 999 call until 13 hours after she'd made it?"

"That's what I'm sayin', Dr. Not only that, but it seems that the phone company's got its own little cauldron of bollox.  According to their records, not only did Mrs. Byrne make that call at 7:50 am, as she said she did...their phone was apparently connected to 999 those entire 13 hours."

Clare was still and silent. The room was an exhibit of statuary. The fugue lasted a few heartbeats and then she split the silence. Her left eyebrow was doing its best to leap up into the ceiling.

"What?", was all she could verbalize.

Inspector Daly spoke up finally, "One...long...unbroken 13 hours worth of a telephone call that the 999 operator never had, until 6:13 pm."

Moore spoke, "And...it's not the only one today."

File: 739515-H.3; Overview summarization for recruitment
Richard Sonnac recording;

Dr. Hayes, despite her somewhat dogged need to press investigation into the events of May/2010 is; by all accounts; a diamond in the rough. Once the veil is removed from the eyes of a person "at large" for the first time there is usually a period of adjustment to the fullest measure of the new reality laid bare before them. This was not the case with Dr. Hayes.

Her anointment into the larger world served to reinvigorate the mechanisms within her that allowed her to successfully achieve her double major and doctoral programs as swiftly as she had, only now having turned towards an adaptation of martial prowess and alternate analysis. Immediately after the events of that summer's day she began a second life, doggedly seeking out those that could either assist in her search for truth or supply her with the skill-sets required for an agent in the field, as an act of her own will. It's known that she, while maintaining her university position, sought out and acquired firearms, training and field experience. She successfully balanced a mundane life while entering into an agreement for that same experience with a mercenary group based in, of all places, Crete. This group, founded by one Victoras Stragauskas; whose father was a founding volunteer of the first Lithuanian Army in 1918 and fought with the resistance under Nazi occupation and whose mother was an active, organizing participant in The Singing Revolution years later; is one steered by strong humanitarian foundations. The particulars of how she earned the respect and inclusion into the organization are rather questionable, but suffice to say that she spent the summer of 2010 in their fold and maintains close connections to them, most notably Stragauskas, to this day.

Dr. Hayes first became an official 'person of interest' to our Intelligence Service (and after a report meeting in early February of 2012, to myself) starting with the May UK event of 2010. She continued to investigate of her own volition with feelers that would, to the uninitiated, seem innocuous. An uncharacteristic flurry of strategic reaching out to other sectors of her field. Uncharacteristic letters to disciplines outside her own regarding what are currently accepted by the body scientific at large as fringe science. Entreaties to a number of our shadow mail-drops, a dinner interview with a "whistle-blower" just before her Illuminati handlers were able to contain her and nearly casual observation of some of our lower echelon assets in their own continued observation of others.

There are, as an aside, hints at a completely unconfirmed possibility regarding Clare Hayes. In going over a few related but non-Hayes specific reports, I've noted in my attached files of this report my suspicion and it's evidential items relating to possible psi talent. As our agents were attending to sanitizing the May 2010 event, one of the operatives who was utilizing psi-scans to check veracity and such with the witnesses and their statements, just before and during his interaction with Dr. Hayes, the operative began to feel dizzy and recorded that upon her actually entering the room "it was as if someone turned off the lights". Dr. Hayes was recorded as having sustained a minor head injury, but her apparent pain/discomfort level (even so long after the causal event itself had ceased actively proceeding) is non-characteristic of even serious concussions without obvious visceral trauma. This deserves serious investigation, but I would suggest that it be done with a soft touch as this may link to sensitive emotional trauma she's suffered related directly to the event in question.

It's quite evident that her awareness has been opened and that of her own volition she has taken steps to carefully and cautiously explore the wider world around her with precision, none of which threaten herself or others. With her skill-sets, unique exposure to alternate phenomena and personal investment in the subject at hand it would seem that we are faced with a choice in this regard.

Do we bring her in, or do we treat her as a potential threat, or do we ignore her?

To me, it would seem that the latter would be a terrible waste of material and talent. The woman is balanced, adroit, and well skilled within a discipline that we have far to few expert personnel within. She's taken it upon herself to garner the necessary abilities and equipment to proceed and has a penchant for not only her work but the sustaining and protection of the veil of secrecy that we operate in, albeit unknowingly.

If we don't scoop this potentially potent asset up, someone will.

File: 739515-H.3 Attachment Alpha: The U.K./Cork May 2010 Event; Your Eyes Only Clearance
To quickly summarize the event for those not previously briefed, it can be stated to be a chaotic breach of protocols by a team of deluded, self-styled "para-world investigators" (read: scientific terrorists) that had taken it upon themselves to attempt a "controlled and direct" infusing of multiple geographic environs with "substantial" (read: lethal) amounts of full spectrum energy dumps in an attempt to "aggressively expose; more fully; the sources of various alternative world activity".

Utilizing creative forms of amplification equipment and as-of-yet unexplained amounts of energetic materiale(the details of some I will leave to the proper departments), phenomena of various forms were kindled to the point that its interaction with our realm resulted in dozens of deaths and disappearances attributable directly to the phenomena, itself, above and beyond the more mainstream results of the trigger devices. This had, as we now know, disastrous effects as the very location chosen for their experiment...that being the megalithic network surrounding the city of Cork. Uncleared by municipal authority and with no other external oversight that we can discern, these sites are also known to be tangent points along the Earth's lay-line network. Fundamentally, this was more a localized disaster as the admittedly industrious group managed to cobble together sufficient resources to bathe these locales with a full spectrum of radiation for days until the specifics were known and we were able to respond to the event accordingly.

While the following is a short list of the utilized emitters evidenced by forensic analysis of the affected areas, it should be noted that we have yet to discover the source of some isotopes or the plans for any of the reactors. Of the latter, those believed to be the builders/operators of said units were found either dead, in various stages of radiation poisoning, or suffering from severe third-degree burns.


 * Copious amounts (last recorded as ~700lbs sum total) of radium-containing ores, most likely sourced from pyrotechnic ore mixtures, combined with mechanisms that served to aerosol the isotopes, to what end we still don't know.
 * Isotopes of radon gas, believed sourced from Canadian springs.
 * Three relatively primitive and unshielded adaptations of Therac-25 units were found at key megolithic sites as well as...
 * Seven 10-million-volt Tesla coil units amalgamated with resonance devices that are designed, as put forth by our technical branch, specifically to emit focused flows of carefully modulated energy into the Schumann resonance "cavity" existing between the Earth's surface and lower ionosphere. Upon analysis, some of these units were discovered to have been focused in a few, very specific resonances, including tertiary units emitting at a range of between 5.7 and 8.5 Hertz, the approach of which; when attempted by our agents; resulted in disturbing visual artifact phenomena until eventually powered down.  It should also be noted that similar to the claims and designs of Nikolai Tesla's, there was little to no attenuation of the fields of EM-energy being emitted from these devices and that our technical branch has put forth the notion, quite seriously I might add, that said devices may have been capable of also burrowing into multi-dimensional aspects of spacetime.  I cannot comment further and leave the reader to speak to the experts regarding such things.

(The oddity arising in the disparity of the technologies involved in the event is an ongoing point of investigation that is of no small worry.)

More unfortunately, this group of maniacs were also somewhat successful. Apparently their psychotic actions resulted in a localized "shorting out" (Research's words, not mine, with no further explanations forthcoming from same) of the network and it's firmament in the barriers separating dimensional realities. While not long-lasting or resonant beyond approximately the 20th of May, we obviously do know that at these sites and the lands around them (an average of 15 kilometer radii at each site) did, in-fact, experience a dramatic upswing of activity and energetic charge resultant from otherwise unexpected incursions of dramatic scale. While temporary in most cases, the overall effects are evident. Those that haven't died as a result of this incident have either returned to varying degrees of "normalicy" or have enjoyed care provided by the nation's mental health network...with the exception of Dr. Hayes.

The Round Table Group
It's known that Dr. Hayes has connections to the Round Table Group, though her exact level of exposure/involvement within the group or whether or not she's been officially inducted into the group is unknown.

What IS known; currently; is that the use of an alias titled "The Red Knight" has been linked to Dr. Hayes and her activities around and within said group.

Soundtrack

 * Breaking Benjamin - "Dance With the Devil"
 * Steve Conte - "Living Inside the Shell"
 * Abba - "Dancing Queen"- Her and William's swing dance favorite...
 * Bear McCreary - "All Along the Watchtower"
 * Tetsuya Takahashi - Mother - (2004) Appleseed OST Disc 2, Track 8 - Clare and Family