The three consented without any questions, which shocked him, but...<br/><br/>It was finally time.<br/><br/>Three years in the making for this moment. To see if his work was successful. If they had any chance of taking down the Big City, it would all be because these four operations were a success. Breathe in, breathe out. This felt like a dream come true. Lucas was extremely confident in his work, and he was sure that no one would die.<br/><br/>He wasn't wearing a lab coat anymore. Instead, he had pitch black clothes on (to prevent blood from staining anything, obviously) that covered almost every inch of his body. Wasn't the most comfortable, but there were sacrifices you had to make.<br/><br/>The doctors surely knew what they were doing -- Lucas and his coworkers had tutored them many times. They could not screw up.<br/><br/>He laid down on operating table, closing his eyes. He was nervous and excited at the same time. For many reasons that he could go on for hours about.<br/><br/>The doctor performing the operation entered the room. He spoke no words, knowing that Lucas wished to get the process done as fast as possible. There was no time for chitchat. He needed to know if his project was successful as soon as possible.<br/><br/>Lucas felt a couple of pricks along his body, and seconds later, he drifted off into unconsciousness. The doctors were supposed to give a certain amount of sedation, but no exact amount could be determined. Therefore, his three teammates may be still sleeping when he awoke. If they made it through the operation, that was.<span style="font-style: italic">Which they would do</span>he reminded himself sternly.<br/><div style="text-align: center;">-------------------------------</div><br/>His eyes fluttered open. Daytime. So was this heaven or did he live? If heaven looked exactly like an operating room, sure.<br/><br/>Sitting up, he squinted until he adjusted to the amount of light. How long was he asleep? He couldn't remember when the operation began, but the clock near the operating table had just struck eleven. Huh. Felt like one of those days he had off where he slept in. Those felt nice.<br/><br/>Realizing that though his operation was successful, the bionic chip itself might not be. Then all of that would be for nothing. What were his enhancements again? He tried scrolling through his memory, past the dark patch that was the last twelve-ish hours. "Enhanced...combat ability?" he said to himself quietly. Well, crap. He couldn't test that. What could be tested, however, was Thea's ability. If she could hear and see way better, then the bionic chip must have worked. Right?<br/><br/>Rushing out of the room, he raced down the hallway to find Thea's room. But just as he stepped out and began scurrying down the hallway, a huge migraine hit him. He would have collapsed to the floor if a doctor didn't catch him in time.<br/><br/>"Dr. Amato! You should still be resting. Sleep for another few hours, and then -- hopefully -- you'll be mobile in no time," the doctor told him. Lucas could tell he was trying not to be condescending as he was pushed back into the room.<br/><br/>"B-but I need to know..." Another stroke of pain struck him. "I-if the chips work...did the other o-operations go okay?" he asked, his voice strained and stuttering.<br/><br/>"I believe so, but they haven't woken up yet. Still breathing, however. Don't you worry. We'll get back to you on the efficiency of the chips soon," the middle-aged doctor told him. "Now please, doctor. Rest," he pled before rushing out of the room.<br/><br/>Sighing, Lucas laid back down on the operating table and closed his eyes. At least he was alive.