Halifax Surprise Buttsex Raid It was Sunday. We haven't appeared outside of their Dutch Village Road mission in months, focusing instead on flyering downtown where people actually are (the Scieno mission here is located in Hell's Asshole). When all four of us arrived at the scene, their shades remained open for a good 15 minutes and we saw no one moving about inside. Just before they closed the shades, two scienos rolled up into the parking lot across from the mission, which was the same parking lot in which we were standing. As the two of them crossed the road, one muttered to us that we must be paid well. "We're here out of a genuine concern for you," one of us countered as he started to cross. That caused him to over-dramatically roll back his head and laugh loudly, like it was well rehearsed or something. So the two go inside and proceeded to shit bricks, which (not unlike the 'everyone vomits' effect) caused everyone else to shit bricks. Shades were drawn, with the subsequent result of various panels being parted for seconds at a time by the fingers of some unseen thetan force (possibly an invader species???) Two anons broke off to flier down the road. Some cranky old bugger made as though he was going to hit at one of us, but instead called us "faggot cowards" and carried on. I'm presuming this was the same man who entered the mission while someone just happened to be loudly stating "David Miscavige beats his staff! David Miscavige is an abusive tyrant!". I'm presuming that because it's funny. After 30 minutes of nothing (save for one Scientologist leaving) a cop who was patrolling happened to drive by. She also happened to be the world's hottest cop. She looped around and had a friendly chat with us because she was "driving by and was freaked out by the masks". We lol'd. We offered her a YFTC and a flier so she knew what we were up to, which she took. Both camps parted in good spirits and we said we'd give the cops a call if anything came up and I wish she gave me her number (world's hottest cop). About 5 minutes later ANOTHER (!) cruiser came by, but this one didn't stop to talk to us. He just pulled over and sat in his car for about 20 minutes. Either the Scilons called for no reason, or there's some sort of watch protocol in place for spontaneous picketing which was probably first instated in 1823 like other goofy Halifax shit that would be obscure references that only the locals will get. About a minute after the cop in his cruiser realized nothing was going on and moved off, we decided to call it a day. We were planning on a short raid and 1 and 1/2 hours for four people in freezing wind is pretty sweet. Three of us were going in one direction that required us to cross the road, but we were worried the Scientologists would spaz out and say we were storming the place. So the one anon who didn't have to cross the road stayed behind and taped us crossing the road, so we would have proof if they tried to pull a stunt with the cops. The shades all over the mission fluttered like wild when we moved. Since they obviously weren't looking at us (hence the closed shades), I could only presume a poltergeist.