Chapter 4

A week had pasted rather uneventfully. Doctor Morgan, Debra, Sammy’s psychiatrist, had shown back up claiming she had been called away to attend a psychiatry clinical update clinic in Las Vegas, Clark County, Nevada. Predictably, Debra, confessed to Sammy she knew that Sammy wasn’t a serial killer, and Sammy forgave her for turning her in to the FBI. Everyone kissed and made up, and things got back to normal.

Sammy and Marvin both agreed, that there was nothing they could do to find the Agency. Whoever, whatever, they were was out of their reach. They could only hope that with the FBI’s active interest in her now the Agency would back off and leave her alone. Everything had settled down to the regular mundane stuff without the nightmares. So far Marvin had resisted all Sammy’s efforts to make him her ... their ... Master.

“Sammy your going to have to get a job.” Marvin said, as he came through the door of his house today.

“Doing what Marvin?” Sammy asked in a dull disinterested way. Despite all their efforts Sammy was still somewhat despondent and just moping around the house.

“I’ve been telling her she can work with me.” Janine put in from the doorway as she walked into the living room in a different style fetish French maid costume today.

“Yes, Sammy, that’s a wonderful ideal. That’s just what you need Sis.” Marvin agreed without even thinking about it.

“You, want me to be a bikini model girl like Janine Marvin?” Sammy sounded shocked for some reason, but Janine started right up enthusiastically with her newest sales pitch.

“Hey, I’m beginning work with this new live exercise Internet platform BeachSweat+ Sammy. It blends Peloton’s pizzazz with a spicy hot bit of OnlyFans thrown in for good measure. The R-rated, subscription-based website offers 30-minute high-intensity live on-demand workout classes. The classes are led by busty, bikini-clad bombshells like us Sammy.” Janine explained to Marvin’s sister.

“Peloton pizzazz?” Sammy asked, showing a little interest.

“Yes, the Peloton company produces these stationary bicycles, treadmills, indoor rowing equipment, and other fitness products that’s Internet-connected to touch screens and wide movie screens that stream live and on-demand fitness classes through the subscription service. The equipment includes built-in sensors that track, monitor and record just about everything Sammy. From heart rate and blood pressure, to the number of breaths you take, to even how much you sweat. One camera even records how many times you blink and pupil dilation for some reason.”

“While the client exercises they are shown these 30 minute video clips of toned, bouncing, sweat glistening, goddesses like us riding the bike, or running on the treadmill, in our tight little yoga outfits, or these tiny postage stamp string bikinis, urging our watchers to follow and keep up with us. Us pumping those bike pedals while leaning over the bike handlebars displaying our assets, or us ... well I’m sure you get the picture Sammy, ha, ha, ha.” Janine laughed.

“And they really follow you?” Sammy questioned.

“Men are always suckers for a pretty face and nice legs.” Marvin put in from his corner of the room.

“Those hot video clips have already fetched upwards of 350,000 views on TikTok alone, and helped BeachSweat+ lure in plenty of potential subscribers. After seeing us workout, these ridiculously beautiful girls teaching the exercise classes in the free sample, they pony up the $14.98 monthly subscription fee fast to get all hot and sweaty with us Sammy. BeachSweat+ has already welcomed more than 30,000 subscribers since launching their site in January.” Janine explained to Sammy and Marvin proudly.

“What is this BeachSweat+?” Sammy asked next.

“BeachSweat+ is one of many pandemic-birthed, gym-free cyber workout programs that prides itself on pioneering what they call “visually inspired fitness”, Sammy, tee, hee, hee.” Janine told Sammy and giggled cutely.

“Visually inspired fitness?” Sammy followed up.

“People get motivated to get off the couch and burn some calories when they see a sexy girl like us sweating and working out in a teeny tiny bikini with them. BeachSweat+ features some of the hottest Internet bombshells out there Sammy. We don’t go topless, or anything gross like that Sammy. In fact all us girl instructors enjoy a twelve-second time delay on the live broadcast while live-streaming our workouts in our skimpy little bikinis or tight little yoga outfits. If we do experience a wardrobe malfunction during a live workout, the stream’s producers have time to switch cameras and angles to avoid accidentally flashing the viewers we are instructing, tee, hee, hee.” Janine told Sammy and Marvin and giggled cutely.

“So what do we do Janine.” Sammy asked after thinking it over.

“We just go down to the studio and work out for four or five hours a couple of days a week girlfriend. Sometimes it’s on the bikes, or treadmill, or the rowing machine, or the weights. My personal favorite is jumping rope Sammy, I have a whole routine that I love to show off. And Yes, girlfriend, our big screen monitor has PIP, picture within a picture, so we can watch ourselves as we work out. It seems like its something different every time we work out Sammy.” Janine told her honestly.

“That’s all?” Sammy demanded.

“That’s it girlfriend.” Janine told her again.

“And you think I could pull it off Janine? I mean... “ Marvin cut her off.

“Janine already knows that I think she looks hot like the popular Instagram bodybuilder and bikini model Lindi Nunziatu.” Marvin started and was cut off by Janine.

“Lindi is 5 foot 6 inches, and weights 117 pounds like me. She also has a 40-26-40 hourglass figure like mine, along with silky jet black hair, and beautiful brown eyes like me too.” Janine told Sammy proudly.

“You, on the other hand, look a lot like the Russia Internet stars Mary Nabokova, or Natalya Krasavina, better known as Nata Lee 007. I understand that you already know that from your snooping on my laptop computer Sis.” Marvin told Sammy.

“Well honestly, you got the 5 foot 7, 120 pounds, blond hair, and blue eyes right Marvin, but my figure is 38E-25-36. I use loop resistance bands for my yoga/exercise workout.” Sammy informed them both.

“Your not going to brag about that 40E cup Sis?” Marvin followed up.

“Been peeking in my underwear drawer baby brother?” Sammy questioned Marvin.

“No, Sis, in the dirty cloths hamper ... a hazard of living in your brother’s house Sis. Honestly it was accidental Sis, just the hazard of me being the in-house laundry maid, ha, ha.” Marvin chuckled in embarrassment.

“And that’s how you make ends meet Janine?” Sammy followed up.

“No, honestly as I said Sammy, I work as a bodybuilder and bikini model all the time. I’m always getting small gigs to model this or that around town Sammy. The modeling agency, Sweet Dreams, that I work for also provides escorts. Top of the line escorts, nothing sleazy, to be arm candy for VIPs that are in town visiting for the week. As you say it helps to makes ends meet.” Janine told Sammy.

“Top of the line escorts Janine? That sounds sort of sketchy?” Sammy questioned her.

“Hey, the agency makes you sign a pledge because of the confusion some people seem to have about the difference between a genuine escort and a callgirl prostitute after the so called Hollywood Madam Heidi Fleiss case a few years back Sammy. The agency I work for is strictly on the up-and-up Sammy. The only thing you have to do is show up and look beautiful on the client’s arm.” Janine explained.

“What kind of pledge are we talking about Janine?” Sammy questioned her.

“Well in the past some of the girls working for the modeling agencies that supplied escorts sort of went freelance and supplemented their incomes Sammy. Some of the clients let the girls know they wanted more than just arm candy and were willing to pay extra for certain services rendered. The girls sort of provided them with a “Girlfriend Experience” for the night. They didn’t really see any harm in it, or anything really wrong with it. After all they were already of age, and sexually active. They actually enjoyed sex, and most of all they practiced safe sex. Nobody was forcing or making them do anything they didn’t want to do. Heck, who am I kidding, in the old days you could even say they were an “easy date”, ha, ha, ha, but that still brought in the law, capital LAW, ha, ha.” Janine laughed.

“Legally, by the letter of the law; “Solicitation”, is the act of asking a sex worker for sexual favors in exchange for money, and/or offering money and/or something of value in exchange for sex. And of course, “Prostitution”, is a crime where the individual accepts money and/or something of value in exchange for performing sex acts. Then you have “Pandering”, which is a criminal offense that includes, (a) compelling a person to become a prostitute, or (b) arranging, or offering to arrange, a situation in which a person may practice prostitution. “Pimping”, on the other hand relates to the collection of money earned by a prostitute.” Janine paused to see Sammy’s reaction then went on.

“Understand it didn’t have to be money itself, it could actually be the simple act of paying all the bill on a high priced luxury hotel room and spa privileges for the week. It was all in how bad the legal shyster DA could make it sound to your hand picked jury of 12 outraged citizens on their witch hunt Sammy. Quite a few young girls were metaphorically burnt at the stake to appease the “outraged mob” of angry citizenry Sammy, ha, ha, ha.” Janine told Sammy and laughed.

“Heidi Fleiss, the original Hollywood Madam, was tried for pandering and convicted, but the conviction was overturned in 1996 after jurors admitted to vote-trading and other infractions and complained that the whole case was nothing but police overreach and entrapment. Charlie Sheen testified he’d spent $53,000 a year on her escorts. After the dismissal the state refused to re-indict her and the feds ... well the IRS anyway like Al Capone before her ... moved in a year later on federal tax-evasion, This led to her conviction, and lockup in Dublin, California to serve a 20-month stint in a fancy halfway house. But she never snitched on her clients, well at least not by name. The only reason Charlie Sheen got caught is because he paid in travelers checks. She latter said, her worst clients were Hollywood actors, “they’re so cheap that they don’t want to pay after the sex and they never tip,” she told the press later.” Janine went on.

“Understand Sammy, although solicitation and prostitution has always existed, and even exists legally today in Nevada, it is still frowned upon. In fact it is perfectly legal in certain areas of Nevada, though it is illegal in Las Vegas, Sin City itself, and all of Clark County, Nevada for that matter. That goes double for California. Anyway the State Attorney Generals of California and Nevada got together and made a big political stink about the modeling and escort agencies being nothing but callgirl rings, high priced hookers, prostitutes, and just plain whores, run by these Hollywood Madams. It got them big headlines, and the quote unquote, “the moral outrage of the citizenry” got them reelected to public office. So now, all the agencies have their models sign “the Pledge”.” Janine explained to Sammy.

“I guess that sounds reasonable Janine.” Sammy agreed.

“Hey, Sis, I can get you a gig with this Real Estate agency I know, I give them a plug on my news feed when I can. They owe me a favor I figure.” Marvin piped up.

“What kind of gig little brother?” Sammy questioned but showing some interest.

“They are always looking for pretty girls ... women ... to show their properties Sammy. They deal in high end luxury homes, and estates, and even these high end furnished rentals.” Marvin started telling her.

“High end furnished rentals, Marvin?” She questioned.

“Yes, Sammy some of these out of town big shot VIPs are only visiting LA, but they want an actual place to stay in not an apartment in town, they mainly want privacy. A place that is already furnished tastefully while they are here visiting. So the real estate agency’s have a property management department for long term and snow bird rentals. You would have the keys and security codes and be responsible for showing the places to them, or their agents. You would also be responsible for making any changes they request.” Marvin told her.

“What kind of changes Marvin?” She asked.

“Well say he loved the view out the front window, but hated the French Modern furniture in the living room. You would be responsible for finding out what kind of furniture he likes and having our moving crew set it up.” Marvin told her.

“Just like that Marvin?” She questioned him.

“Yes, Sammy, just like that. We ... well they ... have lots of moving crews, labor, and whole warehouses of stored furniture. Everything from Contemporary Coastal, Transitional, Shabby Chic, to Scandinavian Contemporary. From Modern Styles, Minimalist, Industrial, Retro, to Mid-Century Modern. Traditional Styles like American Colonial, Antique, Vintage, to William and Mary, Queen Anne, Louis XVI, Pennsylvania Dutch, to Chippendale. They have whole catalogs with pictures on the Internet. If your client wants it they probably have it in one of their warehouses Sammy. Do the paperwork, make a few cell phone calls, inspect the property, and wa la it’s done.” Marvin assured her.

“Hey, Marvin, can I get in on that too?” Janine wanted to know.

“Sure Janine, why not, you and her can both do it together, work as a team. That way you girls wont get in any trouble. Well you wont get into any more trouble than normal.” Marvin told them both smiling.

“This sounds like fun.” They both said together, and high fived each other like kids.

Meanwhile on the hunt for the Agency.

Sleepy Hollow Retirement Community read the sign over the gated and guarded entrance to what seemed like a small residential community of quaint little red tiled roofed cottages just off I 40 at Midway, California. This was where Sheila Grant, Special Agent for Department 9, had followed Doctor Debra Morgan to. At the moment her beat up rusty dull primer black Chevy Malibu junker with dark tinted windows was parked next to FBI Agents Faraday and Thompson’s shiny late model black Lincoln. They were all at Tom’s Dinner just up the highway from Sleepy Hollow.

“So this is where you landed Grant?” Faraday questioned.

“Yes, this was where she was programed, or whatever they did to her, then they ran her back home. It’s you boys that get to do the follow-up on her. My job is to case this place and find out what and who is going in there. Then a team will infiltrate the place. Even for a Retirement Community this place is quite. I’m tempted to say, “as quite as a graveyard”.” Grant told Faraday and Thompson.

“Eventually.” Faraday answered he distractedly.

“Do you think they program them to be ... be ... what? ... Assassins?,,, hit women? ... what?” Grant asked.

“Heck, Grant what does it really take to be a trained successful hitwoman? Most murder investigations are run on the MOM profile, means, motive and opportunity. Mess anyone of those up and it makes the crime impossible to solve and even if you know they did it you have to still prove to a jury they did it. 99% of the time the hitter just calmly walks up to the victim in a crowded place and empties the pistol into the victim at point plank range. Then they just drop the pistol, and calmly walk away. Yes, there are plenty of eye witnesses around, but under the circumstances they are mostly unreliable. There’s no fingerprints on the weapon, latex surgeon gloves take care of the gunpowder residue, and there’s no motive because they don’t even know each other.” Faraday explained to Grant.

“That easy?” Grant asked.

“Well keep up the good work Grant.” They said in stereo, as they left.

“Do you think Grant will kick over the anthill?” Thompson asked when he was sure they were out of Grant’s earshot.

“You know that neither Grant, nor Department 9 for that matter, is known for it’s patience Thompson, and don’t even mention being a “team player” with that bunch of misfits and cowboys.” Faraday chuckled to his partner.

In days Sammy and Janine had managed to become almost inseparable Marvin soon found out. At the same time Janine and Sammy became fast friends Janine quit showing up at Marvin’s door late at night. They had both signed up with BeachSweat+ online after a short online test that required their laptop to have it’s web cam up and running. Evidently BeachSweat+ had liked what it saw and shipped them the whole Peloton line of fitness equipment in hours. They now had stationary bicycles, treadmills, indoor rowing equipment, and even weights in their ... well Marvin’s basement.

At the moment they were following some DIY (do-it-yourself) instructions and were sitting up blue and green screens. The basement’s ceiling was 18’ high, and they soon found out that Office Depot sold 20’ x 20’ blue and green plastic tarps. They then used 22 foot lengths of heavy duty 3” diameter white PVC pipe as the frame to hang them from the ceiling as backgrounds.

A blue screen, or green screen, background is an evenly-lit, monochromatic background that actors perform in front of. The blue (or green) is then replaced with the desired background through chroma-keying. Many movies and films made today rely heavily on blue or green screens for their action. In no time both girls were doing 30 minute exercise videos with Hawaii’s Ke’e beach, in the background. Ke’e is supposedly where the hula dance was invented.

Marvin should have expected something was up when Doctor Morgan, call me Debra now, his EX-girlfriend and now Sammy’s psychiatrist too, showed up one day out of the clear blue at the house. It seemed that Debra was now a member of BeachSweat+ and wanted to get better aquatinted with her former patient. Maybe, it’s time to describe the 28 year old doctor ... head shirker ... psychiatrist, and Marvin’s EX-girlfriend. She was the sane age as his older sister at 28. Think actress Monica Bellucci, she’s 5’ 7”, weighs 120 pounds, has dark auburn hair, green eyes, and her measurements are a generous 37-25-36. Marvin had actually broken up with Debra besause at the time she was interning for her medical degree and didn’t have time for serious dating, but he remembered her as a great fuck when they had sex.

Though Marvin wasn’t getting any sex from Janine anymore he was still going out to the different night clubs a couple of nights a week, and had no trouble picking up girls he knew for a one nigh stand at the local motel. He had become a well known, sort of a celebrity, as a sometimes on the air entertainment reporter. It seemed that giving those same local hot spots a free plug online had fringe benefits. He practiced safe sex with a condom, and wasn’t that afraid of catching what was going around at the moment.

Soon enough he learned that Debra had taken another sabbatical from her medical practice and intended to move in with Sammy and Janine. That might be strange, but it was fine with Marvin, after all the place did have 8 bedrooms and baths. But did they all have to parade around the house all the time in those tiny skimpy little bikinis he finally asked them?

He was shocked when Debra of all people rounded on him and started lecturing him angrily about the many myths and misconceptions about incest. About how some people she knew refused to grow up and face the harsh reality that sex was just sex between consenting adults. That you didn’t have to be head over heels infatuated and in love with a man to enjoy sex with him. How some people she knew were just plain selfish and only thought of themselves.

“To put it simply ... bluntly ... Marvin, incest is sexual intercourse between individuals related in certain prohibited degrees of kinship. Despite our ... no make that society’s moral sense that the “incest taboo” is something “universal”, something “beyond question”, it is in fact neither consistent nor universal, Marvin. Never has been, never will be for that matter. As a great man once said, “Shit Happens”. Its meaning has varied over the centuries. Despite the general negative public response to incest in general, New Jersey, Michigan and Rhode Island have actually repealed their laws prohibiting consensual incestuous sex. Sex is just sex Marvin, it’s a healthy fun activity that everyone should enjoy with the proper precautions, ha, ha, ha. I mean it’s not like either of you intend to marry each other because that is against the law. Believe it or not Marvin this is not a unique development.” Debra paused in her lecture to judge Marvin’s reaction before going on.

“Back in the 19th century, when, state-by-state, the religious biblical basis of the law on incest was given up, the variations could be extreme. New York, for instance, had no law prohibiting incest until 1830. The 1877 Ohio’s criminal code made seminal emission, “an essential element in the crime of incest”. This made incestuous sex a crime, only if the man reached orgasm in the woman. Back in 1877 condoms weren’t exactly state-of-the-art, ha, ha, ha. All of which is to say, even if incest was prohibited in every state, which it isn’t, what actually constitutes incest is a rather problematical mater at best, ha, ha. It is very doubtful that a successful prosecution could be had if the man was wearing a condom today, ha, ha, ha. But knowing the laws bias you would probably be arrested and convicted of breaking and entering, ha, ha, ha.” Debra smugly informed Marvin and laughed.

“So your saying if the man was practicing, “Safe Sex”, wearing a condom like he should be anyway, it wouldn’t be incest?” Marvin questioned, but Debra ignored him and continued on her rant.

“Now, I ... we ... find out that you hypnotized poor Sammy and made her your sex slave and now you refuse to do your duty ... your brotherly duty ... toward your owned property.” Debra started, but Marvin butted in at that point showing his anger.

“I did no such thing Debra, and you know it Debra! I only ... only ... accidentally hypnotized ... really RE-hypnotized her actually when you left her high and dry in that state. And we ... well I don’t anyway ... still don’t know what the Agency did to you on that first sabbatical you took. There’s still that A-side and B-side thing going on in there that Sammy is in charge of now. Something that your original hypnosis started Debra.” Marvin told ... reminded ... Debra and everyone else of.

“And I would fix it ... WE would try to fix it ... if Samantha would let me hypnotize her, but she wont. According to the stubborn bitch only her Master, you Marvin, can hypnotize her, and you wont.” Debra huffed back at Marvin equally irritated.

“Your also right in a way, though I don’t remember what they did to me Marvin, I do know that they did something. Coming here was an ... an ... irresistible impulse ... to me Marvin. I didn’t want to come here ... I had to come here. I do not want to admit this even to myself, but I have to to be honest with you Marvin for some reason.” Debra admitted to everyone.

“I also think ... well I have a feeling ... that the matter is going to be taken out of our hands very soon.” Debra went on to say.

“Whatever the Agency is, it evidently still has plans for us I think.” Sammy voiced her opinion too.

“As much as I do not want to admit it I agree the Agency has plans for us too Sis.” Marvin admitted to everyone.

Report from Agent Grant to Department 9.

At 4:08 am, 01/02/23, a unmarked ambulance pulled up to Marvin Ireland’s house and the three women living there with him helped load a comatose Marvin into the ambulance on a gurney according to my surveillance camera footage. I’m under strict orders to observe, but not interfere. From there the ambulance latter showed up at the Sleepy Hollow Retirement Community’s front gate. Doctor Morgan and Samantha Ireland, she has gone back to using her madden name, were not surprising there, but it appears they have added Janine Moreau as well to the group. It will be interesting to observe the changes in Marvin. Also of note, is the fact that the Agency has not made any overt attempt to activated Samantha Ireland in 4 weeks.

“Knock, knock, knock.” Came from the front door.

Janine found herself answering the front door the next morning at 9 am. Looking out the window she saw a sort of tall man in some type of light blue coveralls with a large tool bag in his hands. As he turned back around she saw the Peloton and BeachSweat+ logos on the left breast of his coveralls and the name Jerry stitched in red thread there too.

“Can I help you.” Janine asked as she opened the front door.

“Yes, Miss, I’m from Peloton and BeachSweat+ to check all the equipment out. To see everything is oiled and working properly. I’m also here to see that the upgrades and updates are installed properly.” The man ... Jerry, according to the patch on his uniform ... informed her as he showed her his clipboard with a work order on it. Janine quickly scanned it.

“I guess you need to see the workout room then Jerry.” Janine said as she turned around and led him to the basement workout room.

“How long is this going to take Jerry?” Janine questioned Jerry when they got there.

“OH, it shouldn’t take more than an hour or two Miss. You, can’t rush progress you know.” Jerry answered.

“Well, I’ll just leave you to your work then Jerry. If you need anything just yell.” Janine said, and left Jerry to his work going back upstairs to read her book.

The first thing Jerry took out of the large tool bag was a laser device and ear bud. The laser was aimed at the upstairs basement door and the ear bud was put in his ear. The device would give him plenty of warning if Janine, or one of the other women in the house, got nosey. The next thing out of the bag was a red marking laser. With this he plotted the different camera angles. Next came the portable electric drill with the 1” Forstner wood drill bit. Soon he had four 1” x 3” deep holes. Next he changed drill bits for a hi-speed diamond tipped core drill bit for the concrete wall. Once again he drilled four 1” x 3” deep holes in the concrete wall at the proper angles.

That done he took out a can of Mountain Dew and took a break while he prepared the eight HD full spectrum night or day cameras that would go in the holes he had just drilled. The camera’s battery was good for three weeks, or 500 hours, but he expected to be back in two weeks to change them out. They transmitted everything they saw and heard over an encrypted uhf channel. The new 6 GHz WiFi spectrum is 1200 MHz wide. That is more than double the size of the 2.4 GHz and 5 GHz spectrums, and it supports up to seven even larger 160 MHz channels. These channels are only accessible to WiFi 6E devices, and they enable gigabit WiFi speeds and allow operations free from older legacy device WiFi interference. The eight cameras fit snugly in the holes they were designed for.

Next was focussing, aligning, and sighting the cameras in. For that he brought out his Android 13 Tablet, with its 10.1” HD Screen. Each camera lens had to be adjusted just right for best reception. Finally the last camera was focused and concealed. All that was left to do was install the transmitter and receiver booster unit at the top of the stairs. It was a 6” x 6” x 0.5” flat pack that glued itself to whatever it was slapped on after the protective plastic cover was removed. Over the basement door it was hardly noticeable. That done he now had eyes and ears in the basement. Lastly he took out a small but very directional wireless speaker and slapped glued it to the ceiling above the exercise bike.

Next was installing the different added modules to the electronic equipment. A job which consisted of removing the tamper proof warning label and removing the screws holding the back on. Then taking off the back and plugging in the missing electronic modules. Every now and then one of their units would fail and some nosey tech would void the warranty thinking he could fix it even though the Warning Label clearly said; “No Repairable Parts Inside”. Even some airport TSA luggage inspectors had questioned them about the missing components on the board. The standard answer was the new LSI (large scale integration) modules replaced them and it was far cheaper keeping the old printed circuit board than retooling the printed circuit board. Besides airport inspectors are looking for things that are added too, not removed from, ha, ha, ha.

The last thing to be connected up was the DCM 6.0 aviation aluminum alloy mini scuba tank, 11.1 inches long and 3.20 inches in diameter that went into the special compartment in the stationary Peloton Spin Bike. Normally the small diving tank held 10-20 minutes of air under high pressure, but in this case it was filled with a special experimental gas the Agency had discovered back at the end of the Cold War back in 1989.

Honestly the formula for the gas was stolen from the Russian GRU, Main Intelligence Directorate, who in turn had stolen it from the FSB, Federal Security Service, who in turn had stolen it from the German SS and the Abwehr as the Russian Red Army rolled into Berlin in May of 1945 and began sacking Berlin. The gas was developed by the German Wehrmacht doctors in the concentration camps for the interrogations of certain high value special resistant prisoners. During the course of the interrogations the SS Wehrmacht doctors had discovered it could be used to recruit and/or make double agents the file with the gases formula went on to say. There were even movies showing its use.