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.Scott's lungs were immediately filled with oxygen.The consultant placed an ear over Scott's heart again.He could still hear nothing.He raised his head and nodded to an orderly who began rubbing paste on different parts of Scott's chest.Another nurse followed him, placing small electronic discs on the paste marks.The wires from the discs were connected to a heart monitor machine that stood on a table by the side of the trolley.The fine line that ran across the machine and registered the strength of the heartbeat produced a weak signal.The consultant smiled below his mask, as the nurse continued to pump oxygen into the patient's mouth and nose.Suddenly, without warning, the heart machine gave out a piercing sound.Everyone in the operating theatre turned to face the monitor, which was now showing a thin, flat line running from one side of the screen to the other.'Cardiac arrest!' shouted the consultant.He jumped forward and placed the heel of his hand over Scott's sternum, and with both arms firmly locked he began to rock backwards and forwards as he tried to push a volume of blood from the heart to resuscitate his patient.Like a proficient weightlifter, he was able to pump away with his arms at a rate of forty to fifty times a minute.A houseman wheeled forward the defibrillator.The consultant placed two large electric clamps onto the front and side of Scott's chest.'Two hundred joules,' said the consultant.'Stand clear.' They all took a pace back as a shock was transferred from the electric discharge machine and ran through Scott's body.They stared at the monitor as the consultant jumped forward again and continued to pump Scott's chest with the palms of his hands, but the thin green line did not respond.'Two hundred joules, stand clear,' he repeated firmly, and they all stood back again to watch the effect of the electric shock.But the line remained obstinately flat.The consultant quickly returned to pumping Scott's chest with his hands.'Three hundred and sixty joules, stand clear,' said the consultant in desperation, but the nurse who raised the number on the dial knew the patient was already dead.The consultant pressed a button, and they all watched the highest shock allowed pass through Scott's body, assuming that must be the end.They turned their attention to the monitor.'We've lost him,' was on the consultant's lips, when to their astonishment they saw the line begin to show a faint flicker.He leaped forward and began pumping away with the palms of his hands as the flicker continued to show irregular fibrillation.'Three hundred and sixty joules, stand clear,' he said once again.The button was pressed and their attention returned to the monitor.Fibrillation returned to a normal rhythm.The youngest doctor cheered.The consultant quickly located a vein in Scott's left arm and jabbed a needle directly into it, leaving a cannula sticking out to which a saline drip was quickly attached.Another doctor rushed into the theatre and, facing his superior, said, 'The antidote is GTN.' A nurse went straight over to the poisons cabinet and extracted a phial of glyceryl trinitrate, which she passed to the consultant, who had a syringe ready.He extracted the blue liquid from the phial, shot a little into the air to be sure it was flowing freely, then pumped the antidote into a side valve of the intravenous drip.He turned to watch the monitor.The flicker maintained a constant rhythm.The consultant turned to the senior nurse and said, 'Do you believe in miracles?' 'No,' she replied.'I'm a Jew.Miracles are only for Christians.' Hannah began to form a plan, a plan that would brook no interference from Kratz.She had made the decision to accept the job as senior secretary to the Ambassador, and to accompany him back to Iraq.As the hours passed, her plan began to take shape.She was aware there would be problems.Not from the Iraqi side, but from her own people.Hannah knew that she would have to circumvent Mossad's attempts to take her out, which meant that she could never leave the embassy, even for one moment, until the time came for the Ambassador to return to Iraq.She would use all the techniques they had taught her over the past two years to defeat them.When she was in Iraq, Hannah would make herself indispensable to the Ambassador, bide her time and, once she had achieved her objective, happily die a martyr's death.She had been left with only one purpose in life now that Simon was dead.To assassinate Saddam Hussein.'Department of Commerce.' 'Alex Wagner, please,' said the Archivist.'Who?' 'Alex Wagner.Office of Personnel.' 'Just a minute.' Another stretched minute.'Personnel.' 'This is Calder Marshall, Archivist of the United States [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]