Burstein and McIver arrive at Seagate and are lead through a cell block with a few guards and assistants wheeling heavy equipment behind them. Lucas, meanwhile is prepped in the prison's medical facility with alcohol swabs as the warden speaks with him, "I told the gentlemen that you were attacked by inmates. I thought that would be the simplest explanation." Lucas shakes his head silently. Soon, they enter the room.

"You must be Carl. I'm Noah Burstein."

"Hey," shakes his hand, uninterested.

"Mr. Lucas," McIver greets him next, "I'm John McIver. Thank you for participating. My company is overseeing this project and you've been a big help."

"Where are you from?," Lucas asks as he hears his Carribean accent.

"All over."

"What kinda business you in?"

"Oh, I have business all over too."

Burstein and his assistants unload the equipment. "Let me tell you about the procedure," he begins, "It's not as complicated as it looks." The warden and McIver begin to talk in low tones to one another and leave the room. Lucas watches as they close the door behind them with some curiosity but his attention is soon drawn away. Burstein opens his laptop, showing an image of a nanobot, "This is what we'll be inserting into you."

"You're gonna put that thing inside me?"

"Actually, we'll put millions of them inside you," Burstein laughs.

An assistant opens a storge chest and takes out a cylindrical container with plastic tubes running from top to bottom wrapped around it. These tubes are filled with a golden, metallic substance that appears to shift by itself. "These are nanos. Think of them as tiny robots. Once they go in, they'll find whatever problems you might have in your body and fix them."

The assistant connects the container onto the back of a metal slab large enough to fit a full grown man. An identical but empty container is fitted beside it. "After they go in and do what they need to do... they're coming out, right?," Lucas asks nervously.

"Oh yes," Burstein indicates the empty container on the other side of the slab, "They're programmed to return to the empty cylinder you see to the left. If they stayed inside your body, they would keep working exponentially."

"Meaning?"

"They'll keep making your body stronger and healthier to the point where you probably wouldn't even be able to move."

An assistant stands next to Lucas and prepares a needle, "Okay, now what's this?"

"We're giving you a nasty case of the flu," Burstein explains happily as they begin to give him the shot.

"The flu?"

"Yes, in order to see if the nanos work, we need to make you sick. They'll go in, repair your body, then come back out."

"Worst case scenerio?"

"The nanos don't work and you get sick for a few days," Burstein places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "The best case scenerio is that your flu symptoms will be cured... possibly for life. Heck, the nanos will probably take care of those cuts and bruises while they're at it."

"That's good. I need to be pretty again. In prison, it's very important" Lucas says with a laugh. Burstein joins him.

"We're ready, Prof. Burstein," one of the assistants tells him.

"After you, Mr. Lucas."

Meanwhile, Rackham is in the lockeroom, gathering his things. He angrily stuffs his uniform into his locker and slams the door shut. Another guard sits in the shadows, having a cigarette, "Shame what happened to you, Rackham."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm new. Just started here but I heard what happened. An inmate disrespects you like that and you're the one who has to pay the price? A shame."

"Yeah, those people get the royal treatment sometimes, huh?"

"You know he's up for parole? They got him in some kind of medical program. He's getting tests run upstairs right now."

"Yeah, he's a labrat now. Hope whatever they do to him, it hurts like Hell."

"Y'know, all sorts of things could happen. Those experiments... I'm sure accidents happen all the time. Someone could get disfigured or worse pretty easily with just one little mistake. Hell, Carl Lucas could die on the table tonight and people would almost expect it," the man puts the cigarette out and walks away, "Take care of yourself, Rackham."

Rackham stays behind, reopens his locker, and stares at his uniform.