Jack chuckles. "Impressive. However, futile." Jack's smug glare is tinged with pain, as Jack was unused to being in any form of physical pain, and could not hide it. However, there was still most definitely that smug assertion. "You've been breathing in poison all this time, my friend. The antidote was in the chicken, which I ate. This entire room is filled with a gaseous neurotoxin which will soon start killing your brain cells. Based on tests I have done with other vampires, this would cause an increasing lack of motor capacity, as well as mental breakdown, before death in about a minute. It's designed to be used as a bargaining chip in situations such as this. It's effects only start when the persons's heartbeat quickens exponentially, as yours just did. Anyone but a coldblooded psychopath who kills another being will find their heart racing, which is why I told you it would be a bad idea to try to kill me." Jack smiles, looking over the table, as the final part of this trap unfolds. He had never intended to use Drones of any kind. Instead, he had a neurotoxin, one of the most dangerous weapons known to man. "You will regenerate your brain cells, of course, but their unique chemical composition will be lost. Your body will remain perfectly functional, but your consciousness will be wiped out."

Jack's mind was a complex place. Even as he sat there, staring a dying vampire in the eyes, he was checking his plan for faults. All nuclear power facilities in America would simultaneously melt down, killing anyone within and spreading radioactive waste across the land. Even vampires weren't immune to radiation, which would break down their very cells, and soon these areas would be completely abandoned. Millions would die, as the facilities exploded in the greatest nuclear catastrophe since Hiroshima. Of course, Magnus would not die from this. No. After Magnus watched his dominion on the country shattered, then, and only then, would he fall. "In case of my death, darling, please execute the plan in accordance with procedure 27, okay? I know you can do it, girl." Jack briefly smiled at what seemed like a wall, in the direction he knew held the central processor for BioPILOT.