The alarm in Manhattan's Financial District pierced the dawn. The nerve toxin in the bioweapons lab would be released through the gas valves in 30 minutes. Alice Howard, Ryan Black, and Sarah rushed into the lab, their breaths behind gas masks ragged like trapped animals. Sarah's hacking program had breached the outer security, but the quantum encryption lock on the core area required Ryan's genetic verification—his DNA, rendered invalid by the chip's destruction.
"Use my blood." Alice sliced her palm, letting blood drip into the lock. Ryan roared, "The board will track your DNA!" She kissed him, the taste of blood spreading between their lips. "We're already marked. Only cooperation keeps us alive now." The quantum lock unlocked at the mixed genes. They burst into the antidote room, only to find Mark had already activated the nanorobot detox system. But error codes flickered on the console—the system needed Alice's mother's biometric key.
Mark aimed his gun at Sarah. "Hand over the key, or I'll detonate the backup gas canisters." Alice suddenly shoved Ryan into the detox chamber. As the door sealed, she took a bullet for Mark's shot. "Sarah, activate the backup program!" Nanorobots surged through Ryan's wounds, using his tech company's technology to reverse-engineer the key. While Sarah worked in a hacking frenzy, Alice was shot in the abdomen, her blood seeping into the encrypted patterns on the floor—triggering the hidden code her mother had left.
As the detox program,Ryan burst out of the chamber, his eagle tattoo glowing blue with nanorobots. He lifted the dying Alice, and passion erupted in desperation; their entanglement became a vessel for data transmission. "Mother encoded the key into my nervous system's pain threshold… use my wound," Alice screamed through climax. Ryan drove a neural interface, developed by his company, into her injury. The key's data streamed into the detox system like blood. The gas was neutralized in the final second, but Mark detonated the lab's self-destruct mechanism.
Amid the roar of collapsing escape tunnels, Ryan and Sarah dragged Alice into a hidden pod. Its cramped space turned passion into an extension of survival strategy. Ryan tore off her bloodied clothes, his kisses covering every old scar. "Your mother's experiments let you be reborn… and we're forging a new future," he said. In climax, Alice bit his throat, implanting knowledge of a flaw in the detox system into his mind. "The backup canisters aren't fully disabled. Mark's lying." Later, using Ryan's quantum drones, they located the backups—only to find deadlier virus samples inside, the board's final biowarfare gambit in case of failure.
Rain poured over the ruins. A warning flashed across Sarah's hacking screen: "The board chairman has activated the 'Blood Eagle Rebirth Protocol.' They're cloning all bastards—including Alice's mother." Fragmented memories from her rebirth suddenly clicked for Alice. In the post-passion clarity, she and Ryan pieced together the final conspiracy: through time-manipulation technology, the board meant to trap bastards in an endless cycle of sacrifice. Mark appeared then, his laughter warped behind his gas mask. "You stopped the gas, but the Blood Eagle's never ends."