"I could be certain that one of the spirits woke him up. Haven't you read that paper, 'The Effects of Outer Dimensional Energy Constructs on Brain Endocrine Secretion'? In intelligence work, nothing is ever certain. Any situation can arise. I'm not trying to verify that the spirit that appeared was Lucy Bauer. I'm not stupid enough to verify intelligence based on my own conclusion. I'm merely proposing a possibility. Of all the spirits, the one most likely to wake him would be his wife, wouldn't it?"
Constantine ignored Nick Fury's rambling and carefully adjusted the dosage, lest this drug, made exclusively for the Praetorian Guard, cause Joseph Bauer's heart to explode. His Power Armor's life-support system carried a dose of the same drug as well, stored alongside painkillers and stimulants, ready to be injected directly into his body whenever needed.
The chart hanging at the head of the bed clearly listed the types and doses of drugs Joseph Bauer had previously received. The agents responsible for intelligence support would provide the minimum dosage required to wake the patient. This data was built upon extensive human experimentation and pharmaceutical development by the medical and pharmaceutical departments, so Constantine had complete confidence in the effects of this injection—after all, the City of Immortals, which spent its years arresting warlords in Africa and capturing gangsters in Eastern Europe, never lacked subjects for human experiments. The City of Immortals had no death penalty. No matter what crimes a person had committed in life, they would not be executed, because the City of Immortals still had labor shortages to fill. But once the demand for mechanically modified servants had been met, the rest could only be sent to laboratories for human experimentation. Sure enough, not long after a small amount of the drug was injected