Lucas is now on the slab, strapped in at his waist, wrists, head, and ankles. The cylinder filled with nanobots sits to his right as an assistant connections the plastic tubes to an IV and inserts it into Luca's arm. Another IV is inserted into his left arm and connected to the empty cylinder on his left.
"How are you feeling so far?," Burstein asks.
"Kinda sick," Lucas explains.
"It's just the drug we gave you. The nanobots will soon take care of that."
"Hope so."
"Are you ready?"
"Let's do this," he rests his head back as much as possible under the restraints.
"Let's make history."
The assistant presses a button above one of the plastic tubes on the cylinder. The golden substance inside is sucked up into the IV where it flows directly into Lucas' arm. He closes his eyes tightly and clenches his teeth as his veins throb. Burstein checks his vital signs on a nearby monitor, "Everything seems to be fine, Mr. Lucas. Relax." Lucas' eyes open as the swelling and bruises on his face vanish, soon followed by the cut on his lip. He smiles slightly, feeling better almost immediately before the nanobots are flushed into the empty cylinder next to him. Burstein checks the monitors, "The nanos are out of your system and everything appears to be perfectly healthy," he turns to Lucas, "And it seems as though your bruises have healed after all. Congratulations, Mr. Lucas." An assistant shows him a mirror, "Wow. It actually works."
Outside the medical facility, a guard stands watch. Rackham, now back in uniform with a holstered gun, approaches him.
"Rackham, what're you doing here? I thought you were suspended," the guard asks.
"My suspension starts tomorrow," he stammers, "The warden wanted me up here to keep an eye on things. Listen, why don't you take a break. I can handle it for an hour or so."
"Sure. Thanks."
The guard leaves and Rackham watches to make sure he's gone before he peaks inside the room. Lucas sits up as the assistants check his heartrate.
"How do you feel?"
"I don't feel sick anymore, that's for sure."
"Great. If you don't mind, we'll keep you here overnight and monitor your vital signs. It might not be the most comfortabl bed in the world."
"Beats sleeping on a hard cot."
"So we'll just finish up here and see you in the morning, then. I understand there's a guard just outside the door in case you need anything."
"I don't think he's there in case I need anything but thanks anyway."
Minutes later, Burstein and his assistants leave the room. Rackham waits until they're completely gone before sneaking inside and, once there, locking the door behind him. Lucas lay in the chamber, still strapped in with the monitors reading his vital signs. Rackham silently watches, making sure Lucas is sleeping before getting close. He takes a look at the two cylinders and the IV's, smiling devlishly. He takes the IV from the empty cylinder, hesitates for a moment, and jabs it into his arm. Lucas screams as he jolts awake.
"Jesus!," he takes a look at Rackham, "Rackham, what the hell are you doing, man? You're -"
"Suspended? I know," he moves to the other side of Lucas, taking the second IV, "I just came up here to play doctor."
Lucas tries to break free from his restraints but can't, "Help! Help!". Rackham jabs the second IV into his arm, making him yell once again. "Let's take care of that mouth of yours," Rackham snatches some medical tape and gauze from a nearby cabinet. "Rackham, don't do this. This ain't -." Rackham shoves the guaze into his mouth and slaps a piece of tape over it.
"Looks like I finally got you to shut up," he sneers. Lucas struggles against the restraints more as he tries desperately to call for help. Rackham takes another look at the buttons on top of the cylinder. "Let's see what happens when you get an overdose of this stuff," he tells him and slams his fist down. Lucas watches in terror as three tubes of nanobots are sucked into the IV and fed directly into his body. His veins pop out and he begins to convulse. Rackham presses his thumb against another button and then another. Lucas' muscles in his arms and chest begin to inflate, slightly tearing his shirt. The monitor shows his heartrate increasing rapidly. His eyes tighten shut and he jerks his head back painfully, still trying to scream through his gag. Rackham presses the final button.
The tube of nanos are drained into the IV and sucked through a plastic tube until it hits his bloodstream where cells fly past the swarm of gold mites flowing through his body. The metallic devices float through his cellular structure, attatching themselves to entire strains of DNA. Golden energy detatches the strains, reattatching them in different shapes, changing their color in the process. Once finished, the nanobots fly back through his body, leaving a golden trail of energy that flows trough his veins, eventually causing the iris in his eyes to briefly turn gold before returning to their natural color. The tubes on the empty cylinder are quickly filled, one after another, as the nanobots make their exit. Soon, every nanobot leaves his system.
Lucas jerks back, nearly ripping the metal restraint on his right wrist. Rackham jumps and when the metal restraints around Lucas' ankles also seem to giveway, takes several steps back. As Lucas struggles, the slab bends and buckles under his weight. He eventually rips his hand free, slamming it against the wall where it hits the wires of the overhead lamp, shorting it out and darkening the room. Rackham stares with disbelief as sparks fly and the remaining restraints are popped off, one after another. Lucas pulls the gag off his mouth and stumbles to the side where he reaches a sink. He places his hands against it to brace himself, but ends up pulling it completely off the wall, sending chunks of plaster and granite to the floor.
Now in a state of panic, Rackham pulls his gun and fires a single shot. The bulet hits Lucas in the shoulder, pushing him against the wall but also bouncing off, sending a spark after it. Lucas turns and another shot is fired at his chest which also bounces off with a spark. Rackham takes a closer look and sees that Lucas' shirt has a hole in it but the skin underneath is unharmed. Lucas stumbles forward and Rackham fires another shot which hits him square in the forehead. Lucas' head snaps back but he turns to the prison guard without a scratch. Delirious, Lucas stumbles through the room where he finally falls against the wall... which he smashes through, falling out into the hallway along with a great deal of debris. Guards quickly come rushing as Rackham exits the room through the door and races down the hall.
The guard that was previously stationed at the medical facility is the first to arrive, coming onto the scene just in time to witness Rackham bolting toward him, gun still in hand. "Rackham! Freeze!," he shouts and raises his own weapon. Rackham stops dead in his tracks, raising his gun out of instinct.
Lucas hears the gunshot, rolls over onto his back, and loses consciousness.