It was unreal. It was seismic. Off the Richter Scale. It was Pandora's Box. And like Pandora, she could only deal in hope. 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. 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...