Instruments of Control

It was unreal. It was seismic. Off the Richter Scale. It was Pandora's Box. And like Pandora she could only deal in hope.</p>She had landed on the square marked 'GO'. The mind game was running smoothly now. Visualization strong. Objective Clear. Like a Commando on a hostile mission she was about to penetrate deep within enemy potential territory like the labyrinth from ancient Greek mythology. And at its centre lay the Minotaur of potential discovery.</p>The lethal dose sped towards the heart. Seconds later the Unit lights came on again and the monitor alarm began to sound. The trace showed a flat line. It was complete cardiac standstill.</p>