Chapter - Crew spotting

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"Kedney? Robertson. D'you know any white supremacists?"

"Well, they're not my friends, but I'd recognize some of them."

"Just what I need. Are you doing anything you can't drop?"

"Well, I suppose I could do my shopping later."

"This may take a few hours, but if you can't help, I'll have trouble finding someone else who can recognize them."

"Well, Tim knows a lot of them by sight and by name, I only convinced him to get out of their group a couple of weeks ago when they were starting to plan something violent."

"Like a fire bombing?"

"Is that what this is about? They're actually going to do something?"

"That's what we think. Can you get ahold of Tim?"

"Yeah. He's right here. He just woke up with a hangover."

"Well, I need him and you at the Sky Dome to identify the bombers, right away."

"I'll talk him into it. They won't get a chance to see him, will they? Are you going to pick us up?"

"From what they told me, we should be able to keep you both out of sight. I'll talk to Sergeant Wilson and arrange a ride. I'm on my way there right how. Sit tight and hang onto your cell phone."


"Lieutenant? I called some of my contacts on spec, and struck pay dirt on the third try. I found a guy who was a member of a local white supremacist group, quote, until they started planning something violent, unquote. I'm hoping it's the same group and that he'll recognize them."

"If it works, it's the kind of intelligence we need. You should go for long car rides more often." Robertson could hear Lieutenant Penson grinning over the phone. "How soon can you get him here?"

"Can I ask Sergeant Wilson to provide transport?"

"Definitely. Tell him I OK'd it. How soon can you get him here?"

"Probably an hour, hour and a half." "Great!" "And there should be two of them, as my contact who knows him is coming, too. Can we arrange a spot where no one will recognize them working with the police?"

"No problem. We've arranged a couple of observation spots so we can see the whole stadium from one or the other without being clearly seen."


This surveillance crew was operating from a sky box, right above where they had found the suspected bombs. They brought in Constable Robertson, Kedney and Tim, and pointed out the people they had been watching. Lieutenant Penson explained, "We primarily looked at people near the exits, who looked suspicious for any reason."

"Why near the exits?", asked Tim, curiously, as he took the binoculars.

"Well, we figured they would want to be able to leave in a hurry when the bombs went off."

"Yeah, that makes sense, if you want to watch it go off. Is that the Italian section with the waving flags?"

"Yes, why?"

"Some of this crew have Italian relatives. Anyway, if you only care about the effect, and want to get away with it, you go to the washroom, and set it off before you return, so you're already at the head of the panic line. And you leave your jacket behind so you can complain loudly about losing it, and maybe throw off anyone who's expecting you to watch the bombs go off, like you just said. And if your transmitter is small enough, you flush it down the toilet. At least, that's what these guys joked about doing."

"Really! Sounds like you were in on the planning." Lieutenant Penson sounded only curious.

"I thought they were just joking around. When they said they had a supplier, Kedney suggested I go visit my sick mother in Vancouver."

He pointed at a camera on a stand. "Can I try looking with that camera? I can't hold these steady enough to identify anyone for sure."

"Sure, go ahead. Take some pictures if you get a positive ID."

After a minute of focusing and aiming, Tim announced, "OK. That's them. That's almost all of the crew. And the guy with the Blue Jay's cap and the red jacket is the leader. If these guys are doing this, he'll have the detonator. And he hates baseball almost as much as what he calls slimy pinko foreigners."

"Well, if you're right, and we will do our best to check that immediately, all we have to do now is take them out without letting him blow the bombs."
 
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