toronto billionaire mystery

that time a toronto billionaire let a cell of anarchists live rent free in one of his domestic properties in downtown toronto. then he kicked them out and they killed him.


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empire and its expansion a controversy theory

breaking up the third world and the expansion of the great white empire.

the migrant invasion of the united states as an opportunity created by the elite to expand their secret empire.

the ethnic caravans from central america parading through mexico before entering into the united states are only a prelude to a long planned annexation of nations in the third world.

when the problems created by the migrants reaches a peak it will be a simple matter to insist their countries of birth be annexed to the government of the united states. whatever the objections of social justice anti imperialists may come up with or act on the annexation will be.

the platitude of activists being these countries are a part of a larger economy unfairly benefiting first world countries will be the undoing of both activist and third world countries.

after annexation ethnics will be able to enter the united states and get the services they want, but then euroese from the united states will be able to relocate into those countries and begin running them for a profit that will pay for the free services the migrants will get in the empire, plus a profit for the united states white population.

a step of many steps to a take over the countries the migrants come from. coming after the step of creating economic dependency. social justice activists and illegal aliens are in the process of creating a one world empire for the deep white state.

a return of peace
a return of wealth
a return of white empire.

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jewish gangstalking hi jinks

saul on a restaurant terrace clarkson beside him
ganz behind his desk cleaning lady beside him
lastman in the queen street subway his wife beside him

john ralston saul sitting at a table in rosedale with adrianne clarkson sipping soup from a spoon
one of the ganz brothers or the patriarch himself sitting behind his desk a cleaning lady dusting the office
mel lastman with a female may of been his wife, in that underground lobby betwix the queen subway, the eaton centre, and the bay store

i don't have a sighting for two of them since these gangstalking hi jinks happened
but john ralston saul did a piece street theatre for me in the toronto reference library sometime around the main gangstalking of 2011

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white carded

that time in 1991 i was walking back to toronto after walking out to cobourg. it was late at night, better than walking during the day, and i was somewhere between oshawa, or scarborough, and toronto when a police or rcmp car stopped and the officers got out to talk to me.
there was a tall dumb blonde guy and another guy, looked of italian heritage, the blonde asked me what i take are the usual questions, what i was doing, where i had been where i was going, he requested id and i gave him what i had which he passed to the other guy to call in to headquarters.
the headquarters had nothing on me in their files so they left after some officious advice about how scarborough would be a better place for me to go rather than toronto, strange, but then that was the blonde talking.
i continued walking west for a way down the road with no further interruption, finally stopping for the night at or near frenchmans bay. slept on the concrete deck of a rain water drain that night. sunny day and a beautiful view of the bay when i woke up.

google maps satellite image of frenchmans bay.

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ontario pedophile house

google maps ontario

the spring i walked from toronto to cobourg ontario, 1991. i got a strange thought in my head to walk to the east coast.

so i started walking east, if i recall correctly somewhere between port hope and cobourg a car passed me. a station wagon driven by an old black woman filled with a bunch of kids

further down the road the car was parked in the yard of one of the properties to the south of the road

the kids from the car were in the yard and they called the woman when i got near. looked like some kind of day care.

she came out and invited me to sit down and told a younger teenage black girl to take my colman cup and go get me some water in the house. i got the funny feeling i had some how been expected.

she said "we move further and further and they still find us", i wondered at the time who was finding them, and if she was saying that to me or the kids, couldn't make sense of it, but thought ohoh crazy lady, she thinks people are after her and she has a bunch of kids in her care what's going on here.

the girl came back with the water. i drank the cup of water and was going to leave but she told the girl to go get more water.

she asked me where i was going and i said oh i'm walking to the east coast we laughed.

the teen came back with more water i drank the second cup thanked her and got up to leave, she seemed taken aback by this, looked at me and my magic colman cup and then at the girl in a funny way. it seemed to me one of those situations where people are not on same page about something.

i said goodbye got up and started off arriving in cobourg before long. i sat down by the lake on the shore wall and the strange tuning fork vibration i had been feeling all the way out to cobourg lifted so i thought what the hell am i thinking of walking to atlantic canada by foot. got back on my feet dusted off the ass of my pants and headed back to toronto.

at the time i didn't know about child trafficking and thought it was some kind of day care. untill recently when i was stalked by csis harasseurs and recognized some of the black children all grown up among the stalkers.

 

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cobourg walk

distancecanada website, no estimates for travel by foot.
several days there and back by foot, to cobourg ontario from downtown toronto. sleeping by the side of the road and under a bridge, bathing in streams, may or june of 1991. it was a pleasant birthday gift.
taking roads to the north of the four o one then to the south, through town after town, asparagus and strawberry farms, the abandoned military intelligence camp where they trained agents during world war two. given water at a strange house where a black women was taking care of a half dozen kids or more, and then on to cobourg, the ontario town with capital city pretensions.

margaret trudeau protest

that time in 1974 when i was in grade five and pierre trudeau visited grande prairie.
some one found extra money in the budget and the seperate catholic school board rented the school buses for the afternoon and took most of us down to a hockey arena to see pierre and his wife margaret.
when they passed the seating where the group from my school, saint clement elementary, was standing one of the students threw either a ballpoint pen or the ink tube from inside the pen at the trudeaus, hitting margaret's coat. i think he may of been protesting something.
i remember another time before that incident or a year after that he brought a mercury thermometer from home and while we were in the library he was playing around with it untill he dropped it. drops of shiney grey mercury on the floor.
the teacher came over to see what the commotion was about, he wasn't pleased. and then the guy starts using his bare hands trying to push the mercury in one spot so he could get it all and the teacher was freaking out telling him not to touch it. always something with that guy.

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csis sextortion party

that time in the late nineteen ninetys my bike was taken.
i had locked it up at dundas and, later that night when i came back i noticed from a distance it was gone
when i was standing next to the bike post i had locked it to i could see the ubarlock was locked to the stand
i thought i must of missed the bar on the bike and it was standing there unattached to the post.
some one came along and took off with it, i was certain i had locked it to the post.
strangely a few days or a week later another tenant, everett collin, asked me where my bike which i usually parked where it was visible in the house was
i told himwhat happened and he said he knew someone who had some bikes the police give him to hand out to people who need one, and everette just happened to be taking someone else down there to get a free bike i could come along and pick one out also and we did.
went down to the beaches neighbourhood, the person wasn't there so everett opened the shed and the other guy and me picked a bike each. then down to the tommy thompson park where we stopped at one of the coves and thanked the guy.
couple of weeks later everett gave me a photograph of me standing at the shed in the yard looking at bikes, only me the other two had stepped to the side while everett showed him something in the garden.

(everett collin at angelfire, after an all night sex party in the toronto beaches neighbourhood)
for use in a fiction. csis takes bikes the police find and give them to certain of their neighbourhood watch assets, who then give the bikes to people in need of a one. not out of the kindness of their hearts but in a black operation where the people are photographed getting the bike in a way that it could look as though they were stealing the bike from the yard.
to further increase the number of people they can entrap for their informant program they will take their bike and then have one of their harasseurs acquainted with the person tell them how they know someone the police give found bikes to hand out to people who have had their bike stolen. so they go and get a bike and while there the guy who took them steps out of the way so a woman living next door can photograph them under the cover of being a member of neighbor hood watch.
the person who took them to get the bikes then gives the person a photo and tells him if he dosnt take part in a csis sex entrapment party at the house he got the bike from he will be arrested for stealing the bike.

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timhortons gangstalking harasseur

a few minute before i took the photo she had turned around in her seat and in perfect unaccented english asked me how the lid on the paper cup opened, " how do i open this? " . i lifted the tab on my lid and she made a shocked oh face and turned away.

this seems to be another one of those csis harasseur things, they ask you how something commonplace is done or works as if they never come across the problem before.

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when they called me jackie

preapocalyse

sabrina rubin erdley searches for rape victims at the university of virginia

jackie coakley recommended for interview by friend as as an experianced rape victim

jackie gets interviewed several times

erdley fact checks jackies narrative with some of the people she mentioned.

jackie seems to have thought her experience would be a minor part of the article

erdley and rolling stone goe with the narrative as the main story.

the narrative goes to print, readers are split in what to make of it.

pro jackie readers let all concerned know they are finally vindicated

anti jackie readers challenge the accuracy of jackies narrative

violence and harassment at the uva

rolling stone issues a statement that there are issues about the accuracy of the article.

some of jackies friends, people who recognized that some of the characters in the article were similar to them make a statement about the accuracy of the narrative.

post apocalypse

rolling stone pulls the story and issues partial apology

the rolling stone hands the question of accuracy over to a journalistic tribune

a dean of uva and uva students begin litigation phase of incident

professional and amateur media take sides and fight over the narrative

rolling stone and erdley dean eramos case against them.

rolling stone wants the ruling thrown out.

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as material for fiction
a writer researching unreported rapes at the university of miskatonic
she gets a lead from another female student she interviewed about her rape
this second person tells her a narrative about her rape by a fraternity gang including her date
the writer selectively fact checks with some of the people her source mentions in the incident
she write her article in what is termed gonzo journalism.
the magazine she write for publishes the story.
post publication
the story causes much fighting on the internet and in public between people who believe in rape culture and those who don't
within a few days questions about certain parts of the narrative by those who don't believe start appearing online.
some of the people who's names were changed in the story recognized themselves and came forward with another version of what happened the night of the rape.
the story is exposed as the ravings of a hysterical female abetted by a gullible female.
what the reporter didn't know was the rape victims father is a cia psyops engineer.
the story was manufactured by the cia to create a strategy of tension within the social justice warrior movement. and they gave the part of the rape victim to his daughter who had been trained from the cradle for the part.
in a fit of anger the reporter hunts down the rape victim at her wedding, to ask her why she did it, and why to her, a cia planned mishap happens and she is arrested for killing the rape victim and others at the wedding.

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june diamond white andrews

june diamond white andrews. a work acquaintance, she did sales at imagistic(s) picture framing when i worked there as a picture framer during the winter of 1990-91. she had worked as an escort, had trained as a photographer, and had at one time been a stand in for an actress, i think she said it was terri garr, she did have a similar face. it is her real name, according to her, something about adoption or step parents name plus her birth family name combined.

she did some strange things while i was there and said some things suggesting she was an mkultra asset for the cia. it dosnt snow every winter in vancouver, it did that year, and among the many people who had accidents was june diamond white andrews. she had a few drinks and lost control of the car on the ice under the snow and slid off the road, police came bye, helped her out, no breath test or anything. she joked about it the next day as how her mkultra kitten programming kicked in and she was able to use it on the officers to avoid any problem.

then strange as that she showed up in 1991-92 here in toronto, the first time we passed each other was on the nathan phillips plaza. and then again starting in 2011 when the major incident of gangstalking began, and she has continued to reappear off and on up till the present, 2016.

 

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jewish gangstalking highjinx

(some notes on a strange incident around the year 1991)
that time i was watering plants in offices for the green life company
one of the clients on the list was ganz toys
the first time i watered plants at their office one of the ganz brothers had a cleaning lady call me into the office where he was talking on the phone.
he asked what i was doing in the building.
he asked for the name of company that sent me and their phone number.
he called them and complained that their staff were not in uniforms, how does he know this guy watering his office plants is not a terrorist, do they do security checks on their employees etc.
he finished his complaint and let me go to finish with the plants.
the owners of the green life tropical took over watering plants at ganz toys and i didn't have to go back there again.

how this could be used in fiction
was this an example of jewish ritual gangstalking? or plain nato gangstalking.
there were a number of incidents at other places i watered plants, which seem to indicate counterintelligence stalking was being carried out against me for nato or the cia by employees.
was the owner given instructions from his mossad or cia handlers on the type of scene to make
was there use of exotic mind control technology to anger or confuse the plant maintenance employee.
toy company owner makes a crisis actor scene, the cleaning lady also crisis actor.
owner accuses the employee of green life tropical of being an underground nazi terrorist sent there to maybe kill him or plant bombs.
he calls the office plant company and complains to them about their employee.
guy finishes watering the plants, leaves and the place blows up.
mossad , to further their agenda, had planted bombs to make it look like the plant care employee planted a small but powerful bomb.

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toronto gangstalking sousveillance

here he makes another appearance at yonge and bloor. i was coming out of the bay tower and he was coming in, i turned the camera on thinking he might of turned around and followed me out of the tower. and there he was, following, but far enough behind to seem he's not following.

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toronto gangstalking sousveillance

on august fifteenth 2016, around four pm he comes in the front room of the reference library crosses the floor to the second set of doors before returning to where i am sitting to grab the ipad from my hands.
i got up and went to the security desk and began to talk to the guard on duty. the librarians assistant came in and went through the turnstiles into the main floor of library.

he didn't seem to have the ipad with him, i excused myself to the guard and returned to the front room where the ipad was laying on the floor where i had been sitting.

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seaton house--blood money

that time when I had been staying at seaton house, later when I moved into a sort of rooming house one of the people who oversaw the place asked me to have a blood test done so if there was any thing that happened like I passed out or died they had some evidence if it was a medical problem or other

I went back to seaton house and they took blood to test for hepatitis etc.

when I returned a week or two later for the results a nurse looked for my file and couldn't find the results in it so he took more blood the results for that test came back ok. at the time I thought it strange but then everything about seaton house was a little strange, something similar to a gothic novel.

( where and how will they get blood on their hands now.)

how this could be used in a gothic fiction. a person goes to seaton house for a blood test. the asian doctor who takes the blood sample gives him a strange look when it's his turn to have the test.

two weeks later he gets a call to come in for the results which they can't give over the phone. he gets there and the results can't be found and the doctor who took the blood last time is there and is looking worried. he says he came in for the results and they search for them, but there are none as if the blood hadn't been taken but never tested, though he was recorded as having had blood work done. so they take more blood and he gets those results in a couple of weeks.

implausible reasons for the missing blood test results.

i: the doctor was told to hand the blood over to csis for some reason.

ii: the doctor sold the blood to organized crime, a part of society well represented at seaton house. they would use it to incriminate the person the blood came from or sell it to others as a clean bloodtest.

iii: it was sold by the doctor to a local satanic cult for use in some occult rituals. more than enough of that going on in yorkgentle

iv: or the doctor had a blood hunger and drank the blood. he had an evil face.

 

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negros lurking on the threshhold

when csis comes stalking, with video at YouTube.

a targeting incident with a couple of the regular negro harraseurs has occurred since i published the post about the starbucks and subway incidents with the negresses. they had two males cross my path on monday december 14 as I entered the bay tower at yonge and bloor.

the above incident reminded me of two more stalked by negros incidents of the last twentyfive years.

both involve a negro on the door step making a request for help. both happened at properties owned by the crc, one at sixteen chandos avenue and one at their shourbourne house next door to our lady of lourde catholic school.

in the first incident I was alone at the house all the other tenants being away for the evening when the door bell rang or there was a knock. I opened the door there was a negro dressed in an expensive looking winter coat he had a bag maybe it was leather, he said he was with the brazilian soccer team, his car had broken down and he needed money for the tow truck I think it was seventy dollars or somethin near that. he assured me his coach could vouch for him meaning I would get my money back, I'm thinking why dosnt he ask his coach or other players for the money, said I couldn't help and shut the door. by the expression on his face he seemed affected strangely by that as if something wasn't going the way he expected.

in the second case the door bell rang and when i opened the door a short portly young male negro was at the door soaking wet and singing, on his feet were shoes with holes, he asked for a pair of shoes or some money, i told him i couldn't help at that time i only had one pair myself. closed the door went back to my room.

I am now thinking the first guy may of been some kind of set up in which the passing of money would of been seen as a drug sale maybe something to do with the sextrade, which they, csis or informants for csis, maybe organized crime, would of been photographing as evidence. the look on his face was very much along the lines as if he had given some prearranged script the person he was talking to would know him as the expected person and when i didn't say and react as expected he gave that wait a second what's happening here look.

the second guy could of been the same thing, some kind of set up with either organized crime or csis was using him as an informant. but as they say these events happen and then we have an inclination to see more things going on than can be attributed to the agent so it may of been nothing to do with my harasseurs from csis and organized crime. yes I haven't forgotten the deamons and their worshippers, but I don't think it was them in those two incidents.

 

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lurking talking plastic bags

a record of events at sixteen chandos in the late nineteen nineties. the incidents have been slightly modified as to the time and what happened.

toronto, a crc rooming house on sixteen chandos street, at the time of the following incidents, rented to four people.

one night as the tenant in the basement room lays in bed another tenant comes home with some guests. someone of them comes down stairs past the tenants room and goes into laundry room. thit is only in there for less than a minute goes back up stairs and then he can hear them all seem to leave the house get in a car and drive away.

he gets out of bed and goes to the laundry room, he turns on the light switch and immediately can see the light fixture is not fixed to the ceiling, it has been loosened and when he pulls it down further he finds a bag of what seems to be a dried vegetable matter.

as he stands there he has a strange sensation between a thought and a voice intimating he should take the bag and flush the herbs down the toilet, it's a fire hazard and that would teach them not to store their herbs or whatever it is near the light fixture where it could catch fire.

the sensation between a thought and a voice is not very convincing though. he tucks the bag back, pushes the light back onto the ceiling as close as possible to the way it was to begin and returns to his room.

as he gets into bed and pulls the blanket over his head he is thinking what if the sensation between a thought and a voice is the voice to skull technology he's read of perpetrated by the csis and their leiu accomplices, or it's a malingering schizophrenic voice.

almost as soon as he retucks himself in bed somebody comes in the front door comes downstairs past his room and into the laundry room, for a few seconds and then goes back upstairs and leaves the house slamming the door behind thit. did thit lock it he thinks.

again he gets up goes back out to the laundry room and finds the light fixture hanging down and the bag is gone. that's so rude just to leave it hanging there some one could hit their head on it in the dark he thinks and again he returns to his room to finish pondering the question of the sensation and wether it was voice to skull microwave communication radio or plain old schizophrenic voices.

in the morning he comes upstairs to the kitchen where he finds the patio door to the backyard deck open and on the kitchen floor lays a small ziplock bag of a white and powdery material. this is what happens when people leave the doors open over night, the local heroin users come in the kitchen and leave their stuff behind.

as he thinks to himself wether to call the others down stairs and ask them if they had noticed or heard anyone in the house overnight he could sense that sensation somewhere between a thought and a voice communicating to him again. this time suggesting that he should take the bag of powder and try it. test it with his finger as they do in movies, please.

he can't decide if it's another voice to skull incident or malingering schizophrenia its so subtle. again the sensation is not very convincing, it could be arsenic for all he knows so he leaves it where it is and goes out for the day.

some thoughts on the incident the above fiction.

are they now using voice to skull in parallel construction to frame people into taking evidence they can then be searched for, knowing in advance the person has the evidence on them.

would they do this to increase convictions or to troll for informants.

is the crc working with csis the toronto police and rcmp, being little more than a surveillance unit disguised as low income housing.

 

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what world do you live in? chris gardian

TRAILER: What World Do You Live In? from What World Productions on Vimeo.

 

I found this documentary during a search for information on the g20 incident of 2010. part of the narrative explains the death of chris gardian.

the last time I saw chris gardian he was sitting at a window table of the pizza pizza on cumberland street, that was some time in 2010 or 2011, if the later date it may of been a ghost.

I was coming out of the mall on my way to the reference library across the street and he was sitting there in the pizza pizza with another guy. which I thought strange when I recognized the other guy as the same who one day in 1990 or 1991 approached and spoke to me as I was sitting at a north west door of the reference library. chris and the other guy looked in my direction as though they had been waiting for me, I pretended I didn't see them.

chris lived at sixteen chandos, a crc property, for a while his residence overlapped with mine. reading the articles on the incident with police of the fouteenth division which happened six days before his death reminded me of an incident that happened in 2005, not too long before he moved out of the house.

another tenant at 16 chandos, peter larsen had a friend with a son, chris got the friends son a job with his friend scott. not long after that larsen came home one night and began screaming at chris, something about getting the son of his friend in trouble, something to do with drugs. he called the police and they came, at which time larsen made an excuse about overreacting, thanked the police and saw them off from the front door.

when they had gone I could hear larsen calling up to chris who was in his room, larsen was laughing, telling him see what I can do, you better do what I tell you or else, something to that effect. next time I call they might do something. I've called once, they have it on record now, you heard what he said "if you need to just call" they will come. seemed to me some game larsen liked to play, if there were others involved i have no proof.

peter who in the dead of winter when he was laying on the front sidewalk wailing about wanting to die, chris went out and sat with him till the ambulance came.

I don't know if it happened at the same night peter called the police, but around that time chris told me peter had shoved him against his bedroom door and he was almost ready to shove him back but thought with peters weight he might go back break the railing and fall down the stair well and then he would be the one who would be in trouble for assaulting peter. almost as like peter was trying to get chris to do something he could have him arrested for. chris had restraint.

 

 

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lurking esl student

that time i was in the starbucks at yonge and wellesly. i got my drink and was sitting down at a table when a person sitting at a table on the opposite side of the room waved at me, smiled and made a gesture towards the books she had laid out on the table. i recognized her as one of the staff from the not just noodles restaurant across the street from the cafe, a place i sometimes ate at. she seemed to be waiting for someone to study with.

how this incident could be used in a fiction. it is a favorite conceit of popular culture that rogue csis agents and their equally rogue five eye associates and assets in the organized crime world, or maybe agents of natos gladio have many people targeted for reasons only those organizations know the reasons for. one of these people has had a false face book account made for him by his harasseurs. they leave messages from him for other people they are targeting.

in this incident they have sent messages to the face book account of an employee who works in a restaurant he sometimes eats at, she's from china and looking for someone to help her with english. posing as the target the harasseurs leave her a message with a photo of him-one they took surreptiously-and an offer to help her study english.

she recognizes the photo of the person as someone who comes in to the restaurant, contacts the face book account she thinks belongs to him and they set up a meeting at the cafe across the street thinking it is the person who eats at the restaurant and not rogue csis agents. this they can arrange because they have had sixty hundred sixty people following him for six months, so the harasseurs know from watching him he will likely go there for a coffea on that day at around that time or they can contact her with some excuse and rebook.

when he shows up and gets a coffea and is sitting down she gestures to the empty seat and books at her table while he sits at another table on the other side of the room without noticing her as he come in the door, she seems rather disturbed by this and soon packs her books and leaves.

later she talks about it on facebook with one of the rogue agents she has been led to think is another asian immigrant, some one did that to her as well and she asks to see the picture this guy sent, she is how do you say it shocked it's the same guy who she is talking about. the agent provocature suggests she poison his next meal at the restaurant, not to kill him only punish and explains how to go about it.

 

 

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lurking mysterious reflection

that time i bought some suede cord from the bead seller who had his cart at the sam the record man store. he measured out the cord picked a pocket knife up and just as he made a slice through the cord he made a panicked look at something or someone behind me as he was slipping the knife through the cord and cut his finger, a deep enough cut to drip blood.

how this could be used in a fiction. some one being followed by a gang of rogue csis agents who have escaped their oversight escorts.

this person stops to buy some cord at a jewelry sellers cart out side of the sam the record man store. as the vendor is measuring out the cord the persons eyes are caught by some movement in the reflection of a window behind the vendor (maybe it was a mirror hanging on the vendors cart) it is a person standing behind him on the corner of the sidewalk on the opposite side of the side street off of yonge. the mysterious person is motioning to the vendor and pointing to the person he is serving.

he's seen that face before and thinks "could that person be one of the rouge csis agents or one of their organized crime assets or one of their oversight escorts thinking they would find the agents they oversee if they found the person the agents were following ?". he makes a quick mental sketch of the shape of the lurkers head and face as well as where the main features are for later comparisons and turns his attention to the vendor.

when the vendor looks up and sees the person on the corner of the sidewalk make the strange gesture to him he gets a panicked look on his face, looks at the customer looks back across the street then fumbles with the penknife he is using to cut the cord so it slips and cuts the underside of his wrist.

 

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