The 11th hour

11.00am – Sunday in the Suburb

Fire House 21 arrived on the scene with two fire trucks at 2.15am, the neighbours came out onto the footpaths to take photos and to sticky beak about "what happened." Uniforms arrived to create a safety perimeter to protect the bystanders from their own "curiosity and idiocy". Fire fighters doused the flames quickly but damage to the house was still extensive. The Fire Captain called the arson squad to investigate the suspicious fire, "it doesn't take a genius," he said on the phone.

At precisely, 9.00am arson investigators arrived at the scene.

At 10.00am, the embers had died down and they were able to start shifting through the rabble. It didn't take long for the first of many skeletons to be revealed as walls collapsed and crumbled. It had become clear to arson investigators that humans had been entombed inside false walls. The Chief Arson Investigator called the Coroner's Office, "it doesn't take a genius," he said on the phone.

At 11.00am, a team of forensic scientists arrived to contain further contamination and damage to the crime scene. The house had finally begun to give up the ghosts it held for many years. But within minutes, the world media was in full attendance. The Chief City Coroner looked out and at the gathered media men and women, and said, "Really?"

And, there they were all: reporters, camera men, photographers, lights men. What happened to common decency?

11.00am – Sunday in the Old Part of Toronto

Donna Sabine and T3 divided the grid to search for the underground basement. They narrowed down the search area by obtaining from City planners a copy of the underground sewer, basement near or around John Gilbert's house. It was a race against the time.

Greg Parker and Ed Lane arrived at the scene to find out firsthand how they could help. Greg rushed to the gathered SRU officers, "Donna, how's it going?" Sargent Parker knew his place, he was not here to take over the operation, this was T3's.

"We're good, we have the city plan and we're now dividing it up into grids. Right now, we're good," Donna said with a reassuring smile.

Ed interjected, "Donna, we're here to help in anyway, we're not here to meddle, take over or anything but please if you're a man short or you need extra hand, we can get our guys here." Donna noted the offer but she felt strongly that they could manage it.

T3 assembled and dispersed after getting their tactical instruction, before she left, Donna asked Greg and Ed to man the Command Truck so all her guys could be on the move, "Copy that." Donna saluted the men.

They headed underground, dressed like cyborgs with their helmets, headlights, armour vests, firearms, navigation compass and maps. The chase was on…

11.00 – Sunday in Toronto Central Business District

Joseph Kennard packed his "souvenirs" in a manic fashion, talking to himself, mumbling how he couldn't live without his precious memories. By the time he was satisfied that everything he needed had been packed away it was already 8.30am.

At 9.00am, he phoned his removalist service with instructions to move his crates to a warehouse somewhere downtown, "You know where it is. I need them moved now, whatever much it costs, do it!" He was yelling down the phone to the business owner who said he would only do it for CAN$500 per crate which was a ridiculous amount of money and he knew it. To his eternal surprise, Joseph Kennard said, "Whatever, just come now! Now!" Who was he to argue with that kind of money?

At 10.00am, the removalist arrived. Spike called Raf and Billy for support.

At 10.30am, Raf and Billy arrived to witness the removal activity. Raf took photos of the crates being loaded just in case they were required to give evidence in the Court of Law. They would also follow it to its final destination. While watching the loading activity, Billy put her feet up on the dashboard, "We work well together, hon. Wanna open a detective agency?"

Raf teased her, "And call it what, Baf Detective Agency?"

"Baf?"

"You know, Billy and Raf, Baf."

Billy laughed, "You're so corny!"

At 11.00am, with all his "worldly goods" packed and transported, Joseph Kennard drove away to marry Winnie Camden. The Wolf followed at a discreet distance; aided by the transmitters in the photographer's car.

In the Maze

At 11.30am, Joseph Kennard, mad man, serial abductor of women and murderer parked his car a short distance from John Gilbert's house. He knew this underground by heart. I love it here, pity I have to move again. Spike followed stealthily. I can't lose him now.

The suspect entered a wooden door that appeared to anyone on the street as completely dilapidated and dangerous to even handle, let alone move. But moved it, he did. He closed it again as soon as he was inside. Spike couldn't risk following too quickly, he gave him a five second head start. Super Geek's heart nearly stopped beating as soon as got inside. It's a maze.

Bloody hell! I take the wrong turn, and its game over!

He wasn't alone six other cyborg-looking SRUs were thinking exactly the same thought. The map they were given don't mean crap!

Oh Winnie.