The Vietnam War ended some 5 years ago but that did not prevent all sorts of political disturbances from rocking the campus grounds of McGill University. The United Mutations were mobilizing support for mutants of the world. The Marxist Leninists the exploitation of students and workers, Hillel fighting against Palestinian terrorism, the Palestinians griping about the occupation of their land by the Israelis, the faculty wanting increased wages and so forth.
Marxism was a convenient if not a simplistic description of class power but in practice it had been a flop with the top party bosses replacing the old bourgeoisie. This was a fact ignored by the Marxist Leninists half of whom I expected were stoolies for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police yes those spiffy red uniforms and neat hats loved by elderly grandmothers and naïve school children the same clan that supported the English monarchy. The RCMP could be seen snapping photographs of demonstrators at McGill. Canada’s KGB! The RCMP knew my volunteerism with the United Mutations but figured I was a just a rich boy with a guilty conscience. So one day while having a cappuccino at my favourite joint just below the Four Seasons a rather hefty bald man in a Gestapo vintage leather coat sidled up to me and right off the bat offered me a well paid position as a stoolie for the RCMP with its “University Intelligence” unit. A bonus was paid for each communist ratted on. Love that free enterprise encouraging productivity. My cooperation would ensure that there would be no problems with my student visa. It was explained to me by this Pompy Blackhead since I was so wealthy I would be more than eager to turn in “revolutionaries”. And I was not affiliated with any of these groups which made me virginal target for recruitment. Thinking quickly, I volunteered I supported the Untouchable Freedom Movement in India and gave Mr. Blackhead all assurances this group operated within a democratic framework. The coup de grace was saying to Mr. Blackhead many in India considered the UFM to be a communist organization. He took the bait of doubt and scuttled away.
OK so I have made Wuhan Wet Market Publishing very pleased with espionage and yes they want something salacious next either sex or murder or even better if it was both.