Lucas's retinas began to burn as fluorescent green goo oozed from the cracks in the headstone. The coordinates of Elena's ribcage pointed to the bottom of his mother's headstone-where a biometric lock was embedded, outlined precisely like his festering eyeball.
"Use your blood!" Elena ripped open her blood-stained school uniform, the debt figures having spread to the location of her heart. Radioactive crystals protruding from between her sternum were refracting the moonlight into her mother's handwriting, "RH-Password: Heartbeat 180 beats per minute activated."
Marcus's swarm of drones swooped like vultures, incendiary bombs lighting up the yew trees. He crushes over the epitaph on the gold-plated balance bike his father gave him: 'A bitch who dies a lie deserves a wild dog to dig her grave.'
Lucas pressed his palm against the recognition zone, and the muffled sound of gears strangling bone came from underground. The instant the blast doors popped open, a wave of freezing air toppled the drone-thirteen glass coffins hung in a cellar the size of a basketball court, each sealed with clones of their mothers in lab uniforms holding differently numbered viral test tubes.
"Welcome to your mom's womb." Rayne's mechanical synthesized voice came over the radio. A holographic projection shows him immersed in Lucas's blood incubation chamber, his chest cavity inserted with the 'Satanic Serum' developed by his mother, "When the countdown reaches zero, thirteen viruses will be loaded into a smart basketball to blow up all of America."
Elena suddenly grabbed Lucas by the neck and pressed towards the main console, debt figures generating a dynamic code in her pupils, "I'm sorry, my father sold me for..." she choked and ripped open the collar of her shirt, the old Marcus logo branded on her collarbone, "for your mom's real viral primeval."
Clone #7 suddenly opens its eyes and its mechanical arm breaks through the glass coffin to grab Lucas. Marcus takes the opportunity to shoot through the cryotube, and the ghostly blue viral mist erupts, touching the ground and condensing into a myriad of screaming, basketball-shaped crystals.
"Now," Rayne laughed from the blood chamber, "show all of America how the Holt's son murdered millions."
Lucas slammed into the heartbeat monitor, the number spiking to 179 when Elena's lips suddenly gagged him. Radioactive crystals ferry from the tip of her tongue into his throat, "The code is a double heartbeat overlay..."
The tombstone collapses with a loud thud, revealing an underground rocket silo. thirteen viral basketballs are automatically loaded, and the countdown locks at 00:00:01.
Marcus suddenly drops to his knees and vomits - his gold-plated sneakers are melting away, revealing an eagle's head birthmark on his ankle.