The Perfect Run
Chapter 7
When the locals said that Rust Town was walled off, they weren’t kidding.
As he drove as north as possible, Ryan began to see the fortifications separating the district from the rest of New Rome. They weren’t so much walls as a mix of tall steel cylinders, wired fences, mounted cameras, and surveillance systems. Trained Genomes occupying watchtowers pushed back clouds of pollution away from the touristic areas and into Rust Town with wind manipulation, so rich people wouldn’t breathe the same air as the lower classes. Since they all seemed to produce currents of air, Ryan assumed they used the knockoff elixir marketed as ‘Tempest,’ that gave its user minor aerokinesis.
As he drove around the fortress in search of an entrance point, the Genome put on Dynamis Radio, listening to the news.
“—we received confirmation that the explosion in Little Maghreb yesterday was the result of a short duel between our beloved protector Wyvern and the criminal Genome known as Vulcan.” Ryan immediately raised the volume. “Vulcan, formerly known as Urban Guerilla, briefly served as Wyvern’s sidekick before joining the criminal syndicate known as the Augusti. Reports indicate Vulcan was forced to flee after causing great collateral—”
Oh, so that was why Vulcan didn’t contact him this time. Little Maghreb was probably close to the Augusti’s hideout, and he—or she? Ryan didn’t remember—decided to ambush Wyvern when the opportunity presented itself. They probably took heavy wounds and Ryan fell off their radar afterward.
Would the courier have to change hotels again? No, better to stay in the first hotel until Wyvern contacted him, and then switch places to avoid the assassination attempt that ended the last loop.
“—the Psycho cryokinetic known as Ghoul attempted to escape containment by the Private Security early yesterday, but was quickly recaptured by Il Migliore,” the radio continued. “Enrique Manada, manager of the superhero team, stated that ‘as long as Dynamis remains strong, warlords and madmen will never gain a foothold in New Rome.’”
At least warning Wyvern did make a difference. She probably relayed his tip about the Private Security being compromised to her team, who intervened in time.
Then again, it must have been hard for Ghoul to run away without his legs.
Ryan eventually reached a border checkpoint guarded by three Private Security guards. All of them carried riot gear and laser rifles. Their chief made Ryan a sign to stop, and the Genome did his best to look innocent.
It was pretty hard with the mask and full Quicksave attire, but it was the attitude that counted.
“Halt,” the guard said. “No entry without proper authorization or work permit.”
“I’m just visiting,” Ryan said. “I heard they have a zoo.”
“It is a zoo,” the guard grumbled. “Look, citizen, this is the frontier of civilization. Beyond is the untamed urban wilderness, and we’re the only people standing between New Rome and the hordes of barbarians who would tear it down.”
“Well, when I see you, I do fear for civilization.”
“You should,” the man replied, missing the obvious sarcasm. “So if you want to pass with proper authorization, you will have to contribute to our community’s mutual defense.”
“Sure,” Ryan replied. “You aren’t going to check my car for drugs, weapons, or anything dubious? I swear, I’m clean as the day I was born.”
“Depends on how much you contribute to the community.”
No wonder that the Augusti and Meta could get in and out so easily. Since the guards weren’t even trying to hide their corruption, they probably had very few surprise inspections.
The second he passed the checkpoint, Ryan understood why they called it Rust Town.
First and foremost, the air quality dropped drastically, even worse than the harbor; the smell of rust and chemicals was so pervasive, the courier wondered if someone dumped toxic waste out in the open. Ryan had to raise his car’s windows and activate his mask’s air filter just to make it bearable.
Almost every house and three-floor apartment buildings had fallen into a state of disrepair, windows were broken, cinder block walls were covered in graffiti, some even crumbling. The neighborhood was positively claustrophobic, narrow streets forming a labyrinth of alleys almost too small for his car to move in, fire escapes casting them in shadow in spite of the daylight. Streetlights didn’t work well, and a thick layer of smog colored the world in sickly yellow. Every piece of metal seemed to rust, probably due to the pollution.
Even Ryan, who had seen it all, felt appalled by the locals’ living conditions. Squatters had overtaken everything, dealers openly peddled Bliss to homeless people, and the locals avoided Ryan’s gaze when he looked at them. They all wore scarfs, face masks, or other protections against the gas, even the children.
At one point, the driver drove past a corpse, left to rot in muddy waters due to an overflowing sewer entrance. A pack of wild dogs waited nearby next to a pile of trash, perhaps waiting for Ryan to leave to feed.
Ryan had made jokes about everything, but he couldn’t muster the energy for humor today.
Seeing a dealer who didn’t avert his gaze, he lowered his window to ask where he could find Genius-made tech. The local gave the directions for a place called Paulie’s Shop, although not before trying to sell Ryan a gram of Bliss for an outrageous sum. It appeared prices had gone up since the Meta started hitting the local dealers’ suppliers.
Ryan didn’t have any trouble finding Paulie’s Shop, mainly because he had garish neon lights on his establishment’s sign; although the man could have chosen a wider, dead-end alley for his establishment. The Genome parked his car in front of the door, grabbed his coil gun just in case, and then walked in.
“Here’s Johnny!” Ryan shouted, opening the door without knocking.
more aptly described as a disorganized garage, with shelves made of accumulated junk. it was a true and poorly-ventilated wilderness
identify these strange creatures on sight. In response to his unforgettable entrance, the shopkeeper had immediately raised a rocket
flashed in Paulie’s eyes, behind
me!” Ryan was so happy; he had become so famous, people recognized him on sight!
the weapon at Quicksave’s face. “You
Ryan asked, confused.
years ago, you crashed a plane on it, and then you gave me a letter!” Paulie snarled. “You had been hired to deliver my mail, and you
sound like something he would do. Ryan observed the man with attention, and he seemed
…
No.
Nope. Nothing.
Quicksave shrugged
remember,” Paulie
did.” When he realized the poor man may have been forced to live in this dump because of him, Ryan instantly regretted his joke. “Sorry. Maybe I can pay you back
Apparently, he didn’t want Ryan’s money. “Get the hell out of
can stop
locked, the nanomissile keeps pursuing the target until it’s
left the shopkeeper alone, but he had a mission to fulfill. His coil
brought out the
of this white, beautiful rabbit plushie, Paulie’s face lost all colors. “You know what this is,” Ryan said, wagging his ultimate weapon at the shopkeeper. “If you don’t lower your weapon, I’m going to press
an enclosed space, and you can’t
preparing to activate the switch on his WMD’s back. “I’ll
do it,” Paulie threatened to pull
“Imma do it!”
Paulie shaking, until his nerves gave away. “Fuck,” he said, dropping his weapon on the counter. “How could you
at the time!” Quicksave argued, putting the plushie
to be as useless to Ryan as possible.
with disappointment. Even the weapon Paulie wielded was shoddy and ready to crumble after firing a shot. “I’m looking for a very specific technology. Bathyspheres used to make supply
“Like Len’s tech?”
jumped back, startled, as Ryan closed the gap between the counter and himself in the blink of
shopkeeper replied
“Then tell me everything.”
of disgust. “Black hair, blue eyes,
yes,” Ryan replied, more and more
comedic duo. Maybe Q&U? The Undersavers? “Just one of the Geniuses trying to do business without Dynamis or Augustus recruiting
rapturous attention seemed to disturb
scavenged stuff. It looked like an Old World JIM diving suit. She kept asking me for parts to
have a minigun?”
strange face. “How do
her perfectly. “Please
was… very passionate?” Ryan nodded knowingly. “She ended
alright. Always with that strange, almost cute sense of justice, obsessive desire to protect the weak, and
The Private Security attacked her workshop and caught her. I heard rumors that the Augusti broke her
true path to Len and should be favored, although… the fact the Private Security captured her means they probably had a
since... since forever. Ryan was in a good mood. An exceptional mood. “For this information, Paulie,” he decided on a
me a wish?” the shopkeeper frowned
man of culture in this dissolute city! “Of course not, I can only grant
to blow him off, before marking a short pause. A thought crossed his mind. “You aren’t
it.” No matter how many tries. Quicksave
nobody else will do anything about it.” Paulie put his hands
want me to Tarantino
every day. The Genomes, they kill ‘em and drain their blood; the
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