1132
A specialized unit of the Armed Services was formed in 2018 to infiltrate and investigate targets as determined by high command. Because of the highly secretive nature of the operations, little information was given to each agent chosen for the particular mission. These men were recruited from the various divisions of the armed forces and given intensive physical training to fulfill each particular mission with each under an absolute command of silence if discovered.
These men were chosen based on a model developed by command. Each recruit was to be 5’10” to 6”, weighing 210 to 240lbs and have no known next of kin. It was imperative that there be no way of tracing these agents if captured. Each was informed of the likelihood of their capture, such was the nature of the assignments, and each given an opportunity to decline this service. Not surprisingly, none did.
Agent 1132
Surprised while photographing the installation around a secret installation…
…overpowered after a struggle and tied down on the exam table--your captor explains in detail all the steps he's going to take for your extended exam.A fist drills hard into your belly knocking the wind out of you just as a gloved hand covers your nose and mouth.
…as you come to, you notice a rapid beeping-like a microwave, only much, much faster.
"well welcome back!" The interogator had entered the room and dismissed the technician. "That beeping? That's your heart. Pumping 185 beats a minute according to our monitoring equipment. You'll no doubt notice you're wired up to a bunch of machinery. Let me explain. Your refusal to cooperate intrigues us. Obviously, whoever sent you to gather information has prepared you well.
Just how well we intend to find out."You remain unmoving. Straps across your chest and hips hold you fast to the exam table. A mask delivering oxygen prevents you from anything but grunting.
"We've attached electrodes to your chest and an IV in your upper arm. The wires give us continuous readings on your heart as we continue our exploration." Glancing to the technician, "Prepare to inject the adrenalin into the prisoner's IV." now addressing you, "The adrenaline will be injected slowly as too much, too fast will stop your heart, no, slowly we'll bring your heartrate to 200, then after a few minutes, 220-230-240--our last visitor took it up to 267 until he suffered a massive heart attack after four minutes. We opened his chest-and found his heart literally shredded from the attack. His left ventricle had split open at the point of the blockage in his coronary artery.
"The airflow through the mask has your chest bouncing up against the straps.
"We don't want a recurrence of that so after your heart reaches 250bpm, we will open your chest cavity while we continue. We want to see the effect of the drug on your heart first hand.”
With a nod to the tech, he slowly injected the stimulant into the IV., the prisoners heart rate shot up to 210-his heart pounding so hard, the table shook with each beat. After 5 minutes, the order was given to increase the stimulant.
“220 bpm” the tech was also keeping track of the EKG readouts. After 5 minutes, an increase of stimulant and his heart rate was a thundering 230bpm. The prisoners chest was soaked with sweat. The mask was forcing air into his lungs ever faster.
“Take his heart up to 240, remove the chest strap and ready the thoracotomy tray. The EKG is showing some T-wave changes. I want to get him opened up when he reaches 240.”
The tray of surgical instruments was brought up along side of the prisoner. In addition to the scalpels, the tray also had a bone saw and rib spreader-all stainless steel. They flashed under the lights of the room.
This time the tech addressed the chief interrogator, ”the prisoners heart is beating 240bpm are you ready to proceed with the exploration?”
“Just a moment, I want the prisoner to feel his heart pounding.” The interrogator picked up the prisoners hand and placed it on his chest. “The next time you feel your heart it will be while it’s beating in your chest cavity?” Three more techs entered the room to assist the interrogator with the procedure. “We will begin with a midline incision about 14 inches long.” Tracing his finger down the prisoners chest and rigid abdomen. “Just above his navel. So let’s get started. Prepare to administer the anesthesia-we want to keep him conscious, remember. As soon as it takes effect, we’ll begin the procedure. ”
One of the techs moved the prisoners hand off his chest as the interrogator began his incision. With one smooth movement the scalpel glided over the sternum and down the abdomen slicing through all layers of tissue while avoiding the abdominal muscle.
“Heart rate?”
“242bpm”, was the reply.
“How long?”
“8 minutes, 27 seconds.”
The interrogator worked quickly-precisely. He’s done this before. “Bone saw! OK, prepare to open the chest cavity” The techs readied to rib spreader as the high-pitched whirr of the saw cut through the prisoner’s sternum. Once severed, the techs pulled the chest open to insert the spreader.
“Alright, crank his chest open.” The crank spun around and soon the prisoners pericardial sac was exposed.
“Let’s get a good look at his pump.” Removing the sac released the heart from it’s last restraint and the straining muscle pushed up through the incision.
“Holding at 242?” He called out to the tech who nodded.
“Increase the stimulant gradually-bring his heart up to 260 and watch for any changes-we want to get this heart rate to 300bpm.
The tech, did as instructed and the prisoners heart rate climbed past 250 to 260. “This guys a machine! Look at the coronary arteries standing out on the left ventricle, thick as your finger—a thrombus now would throw him into instant arrest.
