[ WP ] We 're familiar with the idea of a secret police , tell me about a secret ambulance .

`` Is the subject in sight?'' 
 
 `` Affirmative.'' 
 
 `` Remember, in and out. No witnesses.'' 
 
 `` Acknowledged''. 
 
 The man in the suit straightened up, his eyes locked on the civilian. According to their intelligence, Tom was having a heart attack. Records indicated that his cholesterol was high, exercise regimen pitiful, and genetics predisposed him to cardiac disease. The agency had been keeping a watchful but distant eye on him. After all, lots of men fit that profile. But today Tom got the personal treatment because of a priority alert from the NSA. He had called in sick to work, describing three out of the [ five ] ( http: //www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/heart-attack/basics/symptoms/con-20019520 ) signs of a heart attack. 
 
 *This stupid fuck has n't had a physical in nearly 4 years* Agent Crenshaw thought in disbelief. *He's dying right now, and all he wants to do is go to the coffee shop to get a herbal tea. * 
 
 Tailing the subject, Agent Crenshaw kept his focus, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Turning the corner, he saw Tom's gaze divert to a newspaper stand. Tom halted, and set his tea on top of the box. 
 
 *Bingo. * 
 
 Agent Crenshaw sped up while Tom fumbled with his change. He mentally calculated the distance while readying himself for the drop-off. 
 
 *Three... two... one... bump. * 
 
 `` Pardon.'' Agent Crenshaw said, brushing past Tom while dropping a nitroglycerin pill into the tea. 
 
 Tom barely reacted to the intrusion. Grabbing his newspaper, he took another gulp of tea and continued on his way. Agent Crenshaw ducked around the nearest corner and reported in. 
 
 `` Excellent work.'' His handler said. 
 
 Crenshaw grunted. His handler continued. 
 
 `` We're arranging for this guy's doctor to'randomly' call and remind him that he's overdue for a checkup. Your work here is done.'' 
 
 *Thomas Reginaw, you'd thank me if you knew how close to death you came today* Agent Crenshaw thought. He surveyed the bustling city street before him. *You'd all thank me. *
