Lulz were had. Also, the new guys are awesome and we're keeping them, you can't have them back. Pre-protest, grabbed a copy of ye olde LMT injunction to settle some confusion with a third party. The Records Office is trying to bankrupt me through printing costs. Interesting read, though. As for the raid itself, Antonio (who is so afraid of little old ladies he tried to get a restraining order against someone in a wheelchair) met us at our vehicles and was our personal escort for the day. The protest started in front of the entrance to the Ft Harrison Hotel, where we were greeted by our totally-not-subtle-at-all latest spotter, who apparently has nothing better to do than wait around for us to show up for a protest so she can tell her bosses we're here. Police were called for the first time that day. TL;DR "yeah you guys know how to behave." I'm also inordinately pleased we managed to get our first K9 unit. STFU with your "oh he was just in the area" or "oh he must have been the supervisor on duty" theories, "we're so awesome we warrant vicious animals" is my story and I'm sticking to it. We had picked up a freelance photographer in the parking lot, and down at FHH he was joined by one of the Tampa Bay Times staff writers (yes, with credentials). Casual interviews were had. The entertainment value spiked, however, when the reporter tried to move on to the Scientologists' point of view. Here's basically how that went: TBT: "Hey, can I ask you some questions?" Antonio: -stare- TBT: "Hey, what are you doing out here today?" Spotterscilon: -walks away- TBT: "Hey, can I ask you some questions?" Sarah (general PR-bunny): -starts typing on phone- "I'm not answering any questions." TBT: "But-" Sarah: "I'm not answering any questions." TBT: "I just-" Sarah: "I'm not answering any questions." INB4 Scilon sockpuppets on that article start claiming it's onesided and unfair. We decide to change locations and around here somewhere we got stopped by what would become a series of passerby from the general Clearwater area. Convos ran the general range from "Can you explain this whole Lisa McPherson thing to me?" to "Well, I'm a devout Christian, and I would never agree with Scientology" to "Hey, I just wanted to stop and tell you I totally agree with you." We head down to the Sandcastle for a bit and I'm pleased to discover our ORIGINAL "celebrity" Flag Security goon, Nicholas Cage, is still working there (as well as David/Romeo, who had been MIA for a while), but the Sandcastle is always empty and dull, so screw that. Sea Org Alley, for the lunch rush. Another police call, because apparently Scientology thinks there's NO CRIME ANYWHERE IN THE CITY and the officers have nothing better to do than listen to them bitch. Whatever. Cops leave, general Xander frivolity ensues, cops come back (Xander's fault), cops leave again. Ryan Gosling is reminded he really needs to start wearing sunscreen. Actually, he looked generally exhausted all day. Must be all that internet adoration. Finally, pizza.