Global White Sex Slavery Trade

Poor Pomo’s, paedophile homosexuals, Lomo’s, paedophile lesbians, Chomo’s, Child paedophiles, and the rest. They had been following Agent Henry Danger Banwell ever since he was born, even before, victim of The Syndicate, now known as The Group from Victoria. They had chased him over the border and into N.S.W., they had been trying to murder him ever since. Huckleberry Creek camp site was dangerous and he had been at risk of losing his life . The Group were getting rid of their loose ends, removing witnesses of sexual assault. He had watched in silence as four young men moved about in the darkness in front of him, he had woken up after falling asleep in the passenger seat of his car, the window was open and he thought to himself, “I could have had my throat cut”, he watched as the four youths moved through the darkness, huge vertical lights on their foreheads spread light on their activities, the whole camp had been gassed to sleep and the robbers moved about and then to the cars of the then sleeping campers. He watched in silence as the voice in the darkness gave updates on whether he was asleep or not, he couldn’t move a muscle else he would die, he watched as the conversation continued between the adversary at 9 o’clock, and the robbers, he told the crinimals what was happening about myself, “ Nah, he’s asleep, get what you want and get out of there”, he sat motionless, not able to move or he would be shot to death. One of the youths that he had been watching during the day, gaining intel, moved into the sleeping campers tent, he bent down over the sleeping woman, and made a slicing motion across the sleeping woman’s throat, they then moved about the other sleeping campers, he had closed his eyes, did not wish to see any more and knew he had to play it completely cool, he closed his eyes and made out like he was waking up slowly, the voice in the darkness on his 9 o’clock in the inky night said, “He’s waking up, get the fuck out of there”, when he opened his eyes the darkness had enveloped the camp and all was still, not a sound was to be heard. He waited for about half an hour while he pretended to wake up slowly, then he jumped out of the car and loudly said to the darkness, “Where are you now, Mincie boys”, the reply came soon, “Blow it out your fucking arse Banwell”, he moved around the car and hurried into the drivers seat, suddenly, out of nowhere a psychotic face appeared next to his window, “Get the fuck out of here”, he gazed at the drug fucked individual, completely deranged and very dangerous, he thought to himself, “Geez, this guy is completely gone, like Pluto man, right out there”, he yelled back at him, “Haven’t you heard those maniacs in the bush, out there in the darkness”, his reply was pure insanity, “They’re insane, completely mad and dangerous, get the fuck out of here, you’re scaring my daughter”. He thought that this bloke had way to many drugs of some sort and started the car and moved off slowly into the night, pursued for the next 45 kilometres and for the next few weeks, 24/7, 7 days a week, seeking his death.