The Perfect Run

Ryan always did science in his underwear.

Clothes embodied society’s restrictions upon the human spirit, the crushing power of civilization attempting to make the individual fit into the mold. But by being mostly naked, Ryan reconnected with his creativity, unbound by conformity; while his boxers represented his lingering attachment to his mental stability, preventing him from going completely off the rails. The one time Ryan had worked completely naked, he ended up building his rabbit plushie.

Also, his boxers felt comfy and warm. Len had made them for him, years ago.

Having rented a hotel room near the city center, Ryan spent the early morning splitting his time between researching information about New Rome and improving his gadgets. The receptionist had given Quicksave a strange glance upon seeing him move upstairs with his hands full of weapons, but didn’t call the Private Security. Masked strangers were nothing unusual in this city.

Of course, Ryan took the time to hack the bedroom’s camera to protect his secret identity, and to avoid panic. He had a lot of unsafe stuff in his arsenal.

Resting on a chair, Ryan typed on his computer with his toes—a skill he spent many loops mastering— while he worked on his coil gun with his hands. The client had wired him his money for yesterday’s delivery, with compliments for Ghoul’s arrest, although the courier didn't care much. The job was just an excuse to travel across Italy, looking for new adventures.

Though he had put his endless wandering on hold, once he heard Len might be in New Rome.

From what Renesco had told him, he should go to Rust Town for information; according to the local Dynanet, that was the nickname given to New Rome's poor northwest neighborhood. The corporations controlling the city had put all the industrial plants there, turning the area into a dumpster. They had even built a wall to prevent vagrants from moving into the other districts.

According to the receptionist, the ‘Junkyard’ was a landmark of that area, an old coal mine transformed into an open landfill. Many rogue Geniuses and adventurers exchanged stuff there. Maybe Len was among them.

Someone knocked on his bedroom window.

Ryan glanced at it, a woman waving her hand at him from the other side. “Hi,” she said. “Can we talk for a minute?”

Ryan’s room was on floor ten, and it had no fire exit.

“Hey!” Ryan grabbed his mask and put it on, alongside the hat. “You’re violating my secret identity!”

“You don’t have one, Ryan Romano,” the woman replied, raising an eyebrow. “And according to your file, you never did anything to hide it.”

“I have a file?” Ryan asked, overtaken by happiness. “I’m famous! How am I described?”

“Deranged, but reliable.’” Sweet! They got him halfway right! The flying woman eyed him from head to toe through the glass. “Don’t you intend to put on your other clothes?”

Ryan chuckled. “No.”

He would always stand against oppressors.

a frown, knocking on the window

rose from his chair to open the window with one hand,

recognized the woman, having seen her on a publicity board yesterday. She was floating in midair thanks to translucent dragonfly wings flapping at high speed on her back, her hands on her waist. This made her look as graceful as a fairy, especially since unlike bugs she made no sound while

silver star surrounded by golden laurel

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

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could bench press a school bus even while partially transformed, so he didn’t press the issue. “What are you doing in town, Quicksave? Can

courier, I deliver mail. No matter how many people want me

didn’t hire you as muscle?” the superheroine asked, a bit amused by his last comment. “The place you defended

because he was in the way of completing my side quest.” Wyvern made a strange face, unable to understand his jargon. The Genome Wars had all but destroyed the video game sector, making Ryan feel very alone. “Oh, by the way, have you heard of a girl my age

deepened. “You mean communists?

probably a dirty word in this city of unbridled capitalism,

of her.” The superheroine shook her head. “But I can look at our files. Is that why

my best friend!” Ryan couldn’t help but gush about her. "I've been looking for

with a smile. “Actually,

Oh.

the recruitment

Wyvern said, confirming

Of course, they were also on Dynamis’ payroll, who owned their image, merchandising rights,

pro-bono superheroes, wandering knights style! Ryan couldn’t help but admire them, even if they had caused the worst day

new talents, and while you have a… reputation for collateral damage… you possess an extremely useful superpower, and as far as we know you haven’t dabbled into reprehensible enterprises, nor closely associated with wanted criminals.” Poor girl, if only she knew. “Since you stopped Ghoul before he could go on a killing spree, I think you have

audition for a movie or something? Because I've only ever tried theater once,

a little bitterness in her tone. “But we do our best to protect citizens. Come visit our HQ, see if you match with our organization. After that

can take care of myself, thanks,” Ryan replied, a bit insulted that she

“They are a roving band of Psychos, and

must have a lot on

didn’t like the joke, her smile straining and her wings slowing

alright,” Ryan said. “I’ll think about it if I ever get sidetracked on my main

frowned, looking sideways. Ryan suddenly noticed an earplug in her left ear, although he couldn’t hear

a

“Sure.”

“Take care.”

them. Yet they made no sound either, except for the wind they produced. She was gone within the