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Hollywood Debauchery Logistics
New Surviellance Process
The last time I worked L.A. to get porn shots, I had been raided by the Coast Guard and they had taken away my laptops, which had resulted in no way to find my sub and bird. This time I decided to take up residence much farther out to sea than I had previously, south of the Mexican border and far west Mexico's maritime border. I thought that this would draw less suspicion than I had previously.
But being the paranoid obsessive that I am, I figured that wouldn't be good enough. It was unusual, but there were records of the Coast Guard going as far south as Equador to raid drug boats, so I knew they wouldn't have any trouble going the extra bit of distance to harrass me. So I figured I needed to find some additional cover, some reason to be out there alone on my boat in the Pacific.
Fortunately I found the International Society of Seasteading. It was a group of people that were working on ways to make their own small communities outside of the bounds of established governments. I signed up as a member (under the name from my Panamanian passport), and started configuring my boat as a floating seasteading experiment. It actually didn't take much additional effort as I already lived on it. I put in some raised beds on my deck for gardening vegetables, some solar panels for power, and a couple of small windmills. I took my small boat to Tijuana and hired a couple of day laborers to come out to my ship for a week and set up the gardening part of it. So pretty quickly and for less than 10 grand, I had a fairly decent cover story. I decided to even host a few people from the group out on my boat now and then to make it look like I was really working at it. I could even tell the Coast Guard that the subs and birds were used in exploration for my seastead.
I kept my deck guns turned off, covered, unloaded, and even without firing pings to make sure that there would be no confusion about me having working machine guns. I told them that it was only for my protection in case of an emergency, but that they weren't ready to deploy. I was outside of Mexican territory, but inside their EEZ (Exclusive Economic Zone), which extended the traditional 200 miles out to sea. Mexico had the right to regulate fishing, safety and other resources inside this zone, so I couldn't really turn on my machine guns and start blasting away at anybody that got near me. And besides, the Tijuana/San Diego waters were reasonably safe, especially as far out as I was.
The U.S. and Mexican Coast Guards did visit me several times over the course of the year that I was out there, and I was happy to let them search around. They thought I was a crack pot, but could find nothing illegal that I was doing. I think it was beyond their imagination that I was launching subs to go all the way to Santa Monica and having birds pop out to plant cameras to spy on celebrities. It was just too bizarre a story to be true.
The easier explanation was the one that I gave them. I was an eccentric that wanted to live alone on my boat out in the Pacific, and I had no interest in selling drugs, or interacting with anyone really. So I was basically left alone to do my spying and record my dirty videos.
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