The Perfect Run
Chapter 4
It was May 10th, 2020 for the first time, and Ryan hadn’t blown up something yet.
Frankly, this surprised him. Seventy-two hours were almost a hard cap for him for non-destructive behavior; he didn’t always cause it, he just had a knack for getting into exciting situations. Ryan wasn’t drawn to adventure. Adventure was drawn to him, and he couldn’t wait for a new adrenaline rush.
Driving at night up north, the courier and his Plymouth left the wealthy districts for more industrial ones. Hotels and casinos slowly vanished, replaced with railroad stations, grey buildings, taxi centrals, and other businesses. According to the map, they should reach the old harbor in no time.
“Existence is subjective.”
“Mmm?” Ryan asked, turning his head to the passenger to his right. He had to lower himself in the car, to avoid reaching the roof with his head.
“Your question, about whether I exist if you can roll back time,” Zanbato continued. The man had put crates full of chemicals at the car’s back, then insisted on chaperoning Quicksave during his first job for ‘the family.’ Both were supposed to protect a shipment from attack and beat up the Meta if they dared to interrupt it. “We can never know we exist, so there is no objective truth to existence.”
“You’re still thinking it over?” Ryan asked, a bit surprised. He said so much nonsense in such a short time, that people usually forgot what he said halfway through.
“Yes. It’s disturbing.”
“Eh, you get used to the uncertainty.” Better not tell him the truth.
The sound of cars gave way to that of waves crashing on the shore, and the faint rustle of the evening wind. The city’s old harbor seemed rather derelict, rusting buildings standing next to abandoned waterfront warehouses. The remains of a massive supertanker overlooked the sea, having crashed against a stony beach; the captain must have been drunk when it happened. If humans lived in the area, Ryan didn’t notice any.
They had entered the Poor Zone.
The quality of the air also drastically declined, to the point that Ryan felt like he was kissing a professional smoker; the stink even overwhelmed the smell of the sea. He blamed it on the proximity of a nuclear power plant, industrial facilities, and the famous Rust Town further north. “Somebody call Greenpeace,” Ryan complained. “They can’t all be dead.”
“Dynamis uses knockoff Genomes to keep the pollution in Rust Town,” Zanbato replied as they drove towards the stony beach. “But they don't do much to protect this area.”
“Is this what remains of Naples’ old port?” Ryan asked, curious. He had always been interested in pre-war facilities, especially since most cities had been transformed into nice, aesthetic craters.
“Yeah. Dynamis is building new docks in the south for freighters.” Zanbato pointed at a spot at the waterfront. “We can stop there.”
Ryan parked the car between two warehouses, then stepped down alongside his chaperone. A group waited for them near the remains of a pier, next to a huge pile of crates and a minivan.
The leader, and the youngest, was an African-Italian barely above eighteen, yet taller than Ryan himself. Physically fit, he kept his hair short and dressed fashionably; he had invested his drug money on a stylized sweater, boots, and refined pants. He really gave off a cultured middle-class vibe, even if he was busy smoking a joint as the duo showed up.
The rest… well, they were grunts with submachine guns, nothing special. Cannon fodder with a short life expectancy, and even shorter opportunities for career advancement, whom Ryan could identify on sight nowadays. The courier nicknamed them Grunt 1, Grunt 2, and Gruntie.
“Finally!” the leader complained upon seeing the two Genomes arrive, “What took you so long? You were supposed to arrive first! We’re in the open!”
“Sorry Luigi,” Zanbato replied, much calmer. “Traffic delayed us.”
“Hey, Luigi!” Ryan said with his best accent ever. “It’s-a-me, Mario!”
Luigi frowned, trying to make the connection, and failing. “I don’t get it.”
“I think it’s video game stuff,” Gruntie said, the other mooks shrugging their shoulders.
Ryan sighed. “It’s exhausting,” he complained, “to be an island of culture amidst a sea of ignorance.”
“Luigi, this is Quicksave, the new muscle I told you about,” Zanbato made the introductions. “Quicksave, this is Luigi, alias Crypto. He’s our supply guy.”
“You have a superpower too?” Ryan asked, faking astonishment. Could the only guy without a weapon be special?
“Yeah, I have a bullshit filter,” Luigi replied, tossing his joint into the sea to share with the fish. “Who’s your favorite Genome?”
over Ryan’s mind, twisting his tongue. “Mr. Wave
Luigi asked, a little peeved. “You like that cringey
but if Leo Hargraves sneaked into my room at night, I would
want the details,” Luigi said, the effect lifted from Ryan’s mind.
finger at Luigi, “You’re going to ask me the wrong question, and you won’t like the
his time stop was one thing, but Ryan always kept quiet about his save point. Someday, someone smart might figure out a way around his ace in the hole, so Ryan always kept
guy instead of Sphere?” Luigi
the samurai replied. “And you
to stop any of the Meta,” his fellow crook replied, turning to the grunts.
his throat. “We can always argue about security after
should arrive soon,” Luigi replied. “I paid off the Private Security to look the other way, so no problem on
Il Migliore?” Ryan asked, curious. “Can you even buy
worry, they make a show of hitting our operations from time to time, but they’re too scared of us to try anything truly disruptive. They usually go after
theirs,” Zanbato explained, removing the crates from Ryan’s car. “It’s like the Cold War. But we’re close to Rust
fist,” Ryan said, opening the
close-combat drones. Quicksave’s own weapons looked like gauntlets with a hydraulic piston-powered ram built upon them. The mechanism pushed the ram forward, knocking back the enemy upon smashing; the courier even improved upon the original design by adding an electrical shock effect to the mix,
at Luigi, as he put his gloves on and showed them off. “I call them The Fisty Brothers because they fist people to oblivion. Everyone is afraid of nuclear bombs, but
Luigi looked at Ryan’s gauntlets, then at Zanbato. “Zan, I don’t know on which planet your guy lives, but it’s
pit,” Ryan replied cheerfully, hands on his waist. “They’re wrong.
told Luigi, as the other grunts helped add their crates to the
like weird people, period.” Luigi shrugged, raising his sweater’s sleeve to reveal a watch. “Anytime
to house many within their confines. The machines
the design.
summarily pushed him out of the way
could recognize her work among thousands; the fondness for an outdated, steampunk technology made viable again; the ruggedness
sight of the bathysphere awakened old emotions in Ryan, long-buried beneath the apathy and boredom. Nostalgia, joy, longing… and
finally on the
would further
to Zanbato and pleading like a child. “Where did you find it?!
dunno,” Zanbato replied. “Vulcan’s division takes care of the tech, not
even sure we even own these machines,” Luigi said, dusting his clothes and bringing out a phone. He started typing as the grunts threw the crates in the bathyspheres, perhaps sending a signal to someone else. “Just help us put the supplies inside and I’ll look into it afterward. It’s getting cold, and it ain’t
Speaking of cold.
that Ryan thought of it, it seemed to be getting
an attack. A swirling sword of solid crimson light appeared in his hands, the perfect replica of a katana. “They’re here,” he said, the grunts immediately raising
and quickly noticed them coming from the
had covered his body in sheets of ice, forming a multi-layered armor. His body released a cloud of
second Genome wore a black hazmat suit and gas mask, giving them a spooky vibe. Their gauntlets unleashed streams of compressed air, allowing
Sarin,” Zanbato recognized the two.
care of them,” Ryan said, eager to continue his main quest without interruptions. “You can continue with the menial manual
alone?” Zanbato asked, a bit concerned.
and the supertanker. He almost slipped on the oiled stones, caught himself, and then glanced at the sea. The two Psychos clearly aimed for the pier and the bathyspheres, perhaps having
Ghoul noticed Ryan, who mimicked a home
the Psycho instantly veered off course, much
stone beach mimicking the arctic as he came closer. A dozen ice shards formed from the moisture around the Psycho, while he said so
wasn’t child friendly. That wasn’t child friendly at
grew back your teeth?” Ryan noticed. “You must have
unleashing a dozen ice daggers at Ryan at the same
brought out the knives hidden under his trench coat, aimed, and threw them. When time resumed, Ghoul’s projectiles were deflected by Ryan’s own; most ice shards hit a warehouse behind, missing their targets, while a throwing knife found
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