. . . Continuation of Mata Hari Subway Chronicles Part I

There was less than five minutes left to our commute. Mata Hari leveled her gaze flirtatiously at me, and spoke for the first time. “Does your newspaper have a movie section?” she asked. “Yes, it does” I replied curtly. My response was intentionally short. I avoided the expected courtesy of sharing the movie section of my newspaper with her. I wondered about her request. Was it simply a way of initiating a conversation? Or, was there a deeper motive behind it?

Frankly, I was surprised that the coolness of my response didn’t make her suspicious. Her confidence seemingly unshaken, Mata Hari appeared to be searching inwardly for her next words. Meanwhile, my mind was racing, poring over every experience I had with the Federal operatives involved in my surveillance and harassment over the past three years, searching for some clue to the motives behind her approach.

About a minute passed before Mata Hari spoke alluringly for the second time. “Do you know the name of the movie theater on 34th Street and 8th Avenue? “I’m supposed to be meeting a friend there . . . She said to meet her in front of the theater . . . Do you know what movies are playing there?”

I hesitated for a moment while dissecting her rambling request. Then it hit me! Mata Hari’s motives and methods became crystal clear! In fact, her actions were entirely consistent with the surveillance pattern set by the plainclothes agents / operatives who supported my harassment for the past three years. How so? Let me explain:

One tactical advantage sought by a covert surveillance team, is the ability to anticipate where you (the target of surveillance) will be at any time of the day or night. This gives plainclothes agents the opportunity to embed themselves at that location and prepare for your arrival. Thereby, they are afforded an opportunity to manipulate your environment in advance. That ability is critical to setting up a sting operation. To achieve this advantage, they will use an initial surveillance period to develop a detailed record of your daily routine over a period of days or weeks.

Mata Hari’s line of questioning was consistent with this surveillance practice. My destination on that Sunday afternoon was the 34th St. movie theatre she mentioned. Mata Hari knew that because the surveillance team assigned to me had detailed records of my past daily routine. They knew where I was heading. Mata Hari’s intent was to join me as I headed for that theater. Why?

You see, up to that time, I had been the target of scores of street level sting operations by detectives posing as drug dealers, seeking to lure me into purchasing illicit drugs. They had all failed. Therefore, the “investigators” felt that I needed a bit more prodding. Perhaps a bit of feminine sex appeal would be the lure needed to snare me in a street level drug arrest. Mata Hari was that lure. Her job was to charm and convince me to purchase drugs from a conveniently placed, authentically posed, drug-dealing detective en route to my favorite Sunday afternoon movie theatre.

The split second I used to dissect these clues was over. As the train pulled into the final station, Mata Hari, leaning closely, smiled, and awaited my response. This was a critical moment. My response had to end this encounter, and put distance between us. I wanted her to understand that I knew what she was doing, yet, I did not want to say it in a way that seemed intimidating or threatening. My response had to be firm, yet controlled. Subtle, yet clear.

“Perhaps an officer at this station can help you,” I slowly replied, with studied deliberation. I chose my words carefully. I wanted the word officer to linger in the air, pregnant with meaning: Officer . . . I know that you are a plainclothes operative . . . Officer . . . I understand your motives and scheme . . . Officer . . . This conversation is over . . .

Mata Hari suddenly looked stricken. She got the point. Her flirtatious act instantly dissipating, she became withdrawn and silent. This uncomfortable silence did not last long. Less than a minute later our train came to its final stop and the doors opened. Not desiring to appear threatening in any way, I lingered in my seat, to put some distance between us as she left the train. She moved quickly, glancing back repeatedly as she exited.

There were still a few details to discern. Mata Hari did not work alone. For her protection, there were other plainclothes officers / agents in among the passengers. Where were they? One of them became immediately apparent. As the bulk of passengers moved in unison toward the subway exit, a sole passenger, a tall burly white male, stood off to the side, glaring at me. “Aah, there you are,“ I thought to myself. His glare followed me as I exited the station. I glanced at the plainclothes officer benignly, smiled, and continued on my way.

I thought deeply about this encounter in the weeks that followed. The setting they chose for this sting was highly unusual, a Sunday afternoon subway ride. Why? Clearly, the provocative dress and seductive methods employed by Mata Hari would be more natural in a social setting like a nightclub or a bar. Here is the problem my harassers had: From surveillance, they knew my daily routine well. I do not frequent bars or nightclubs. In fact, I am never found in social settings where drug use is common. They did not have a single social setting in my weekly routine that was exploitable for their sting. The best they could do, after three years of intense surveillance, is approach me on a Sunday afternoon subway ride as I read the newspaper.

This event shows the support law enforcement agencies provides the covert agencies engaged in directed energy weapons testing. Why were they continually obsessed with luring me into buying drugs or other illegal practices? If they could ruin my reputation it would serve their purpose of isolating me. Discrediting my good name would make it easier to continue their covert directed energy weapons testing. After all, who would believe me?

In any event, they can take much comfort in the assurance that I do not want their drugs . . . or their women.

Addendum: Why The Repeated Drug Sting Efforts?

Keep in mind the overall purpose of directed energy weapons torture and gang-stalking. It is a scheme designed to destroy the targeted individual. This is not justice, nor a tool of justice. The attempted drug stings serve as an adjunct to the destruction of the reputation of the targeted person while alienating him from any potential support systems. If the victim has a weakness for any illicit illegal activity, it will be exploited as a potential trap. If he does not have such a weakness, they will certainly try to help him develop one!

They will even try to exploit normal desires. Here is an example: For a number of months I was doing research on large flat screen computer monitors. I settled on a model made by Sony as my favorite. I would consume any reviews in magazine or online for that model and occasionally stop into computer stores to view it. I would talk about it on the phone with my computer geek friends. Sadly, it was quite a bit out of my price range. Yet, I yearned for that equipment like a child yearns for a new toy! Obviously, the agents who keep me under constant surveillance would keep a careful record of such interests. Well, one morning as I walked into the parking lot of my residence there sat a brand new large screen Sony flat screen monitor on the sidewalk near my car! And, it was the very model that I lusted after! What are the odds of that happening ( I lived in Newark, NJ at the time)! It was sitting in an opened, brand new box, and, it appeared that no one was in sight to claim it. I instantly sensed that this was a setup, and did not go near it. That computer ‘toy’ was bait. If they could accuse me of “stealing” the flat screen monitor it would be the sort of blemish that would hurt my reputation and result in an arrest record. Let the victim beware!

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