The Perfect Run
Chapter 10
It had been a while since Ryan drove a group in his Plymouth Fury.
He often transported one or two people, especially when on a drunken bender or working as a getaway driver, but rarely a group like this one. Jamie wore his power armor in the back, while Ki-jung dressed with a green hoodie at his side. Her rats had taken over every corner of the car, hiding behind and beneath the seats.
Unfortunately, Lanka complained all the way at the front. “You cheated, blabbermouth,” she accused Ryan. She would have gone to the meeting with her bike too, had Jamie not insisted they all travel in the same vehicle for team-building. "I know you did."
“Someone is a sore loser here,” Ryan replied, having left yesterday’s table a few hundred bucks richer. Also, blabbermouth? He’d had way better nicknames! Like Lil’ Granny Destroyer.
“I counted cards,” Lanka said. “But you changed them. I’m never wrong about that.”
“So you accuse him of cheating, by admitting that you cheated yourself?” Jamie asked, unsympathetic.
“Of course I cheated,” Ryan admitted openly, much to Jamie and Ki-jung’s surprise. “And instead of condemning me, you should learn from it, my young Padawan. Failure is an experience.”
“Then you must be very experienced by now,” Lanka shrugged. Clearly, she could give as much as she took.
“There is nothing more human than cheating. You know who else accused the human race of cheating? Mammoths. They said, ‘hey, these humans they attack us with bows and spears instead of tusks, it’s not fair.’” Ryan looked at the sore loser. “Have you met any mammoths lately, Lanka?”
Jamie sighed at their bickering. “We’ll try tabletop games next time.”
The group parked near Little Maghreb, next to a fortress of stone and steel. The building had been some kind of foundry before the war until Vulcan took it over a few years back. This crimson castle of metal walls, pipes, and reservoirs seemed closer to an old army base to Ryan though; a lot of grunts patrolled the area, wielding shotguns, grenade launchers, and miniguns. He also noticed a few snipers on the roof, watching every corner of the streets around the foundry.
Apparently, it was an open secret that Vulcan’s weapon division operated there, but nobody was stupid enough to attack them. Not even the Private Security and Il Migliore. New Rome truly lived in a Cold War-like era.
It was also quite close to the hotel Ryan had used in a previous loop. No wonder Vulcan attacked Wyvern when she moved so close to their headquarters.
“Also, I want to say I am disappointed in you, ladies,” Ryan told Lanka and Ki-Jung. “Only Zanbato and I have costumes! You don’t even wear masks!”
“Why would we wear masks when the Private Security has files on us?” Ki-jung asked in confusion, leaving her rats in the car to keep an eye on it. “They even know where we live.”
“And there aren’t that many advanced armors to go around,” Lanka replied, although she had the common sense to supplement her outfit with a belt holster. “And what kind of a costume, a cape? Do you know how hard it is not to trip with it?”
“It’s not about practicality, it’s about looking stylish,” Ryan replied, hands on his trenchcoat, “Without a bright and colorful style, what are we? Mere animals! Culture is what elevates—”
“Aha, villains!”
Ryan paused and looked at a strange newcomer.
A person climbed down from a bicycle near the car, dressed like Rambo... except without the gun, and half the muscles. He had painted his face and dyed his hair white, with black spots for the eyes.
It looked ridiculous, truth be told.
The rest of the group seemed to recognize him, but instead of attacking, they all looked embarrassed.
“You have come farther than you should have, but you found your sworn destroyer!” the fool declared, trying desperately to look badass, but coming desperately short. “Prepare to face the wrath of…”
“Oh God, not this again,” Lanka sighed, the rest of the group eerily silent.
“THE PANDA!”
“The what?” Ryan asked, unsure whether to condemn this man’s terrible fashion sense or applaud his efforts. At least someone in this city understood the importance of costumes! “Is your power only getting laid every ten years?”
“Pandas are picky!” the ridiculous man answered, but something in his tone made Ryan dubious. He didn’t even look Chinese!
“He’s a ‘vigilante.’” Somehow, Lanka made the word sound ridiculous, rolling her eyes while she said it. Clearly, she didn’t take him seriously. “He can transform into a ”
“... and?” Ryan asked, expecting something else.
“And that’s it.”
“But a very big ” Ki-jung added with a chuckle as if to soften the blow.
Man, some Genomes were just unlucky.
“Has the fear of the petrified you, villains?” The hero put his hands on his waist, mistaking the awkward silence for fear.
Did he seriously come all the way here to pick a fight? Ryan could respect that, although he should work on his introduction.
“Just ignore him, and he will go away,” Jamie replied, leaving for the Armory without sparing the poor would-be hero a glance. Ki-jung followed soon afterward, although she gave a pitiful glance at the poor animal. Even the foundry’s guards seemed to joke about the newcomer, not making any effort to intercept him.
not
gaining mass and muscle. He grew claws and fangs, shedding his pants and jacket
a pretty big though, even larger than a polar bear. Yet
middle fingers together to form a ‘gun,’ and fired an orange sphere of energy with it. The projectile flew towards the at an arrow's speed, and hit him in the nose. The poor animal instantly fell
understood now why they called her
76 from her
going to kill a panda?” Ryan asked,
to a
moved in the barrel’s way, unable to stand animal cruelty. “I won’t let you kill
It’s like being already dead, except you lost your mind while
you to anger PETA! You don’t know what those guys are capable
annoyance. “You know he’s going to come back and get killed by the guards later, blabbermouth? The way I see
female companion rolling her eyes and putting her
an eyebrow. “How
tattoo on your arm, which you tried to cover up beneath other ones,” Ryan replied, having noticed that detail during the poker night. “I already met people with it. Very unkind
inside the foundry’s perimeter, “I
Oh yes he did.
walked towards the metal gates, finding Jamie and Ki-jung discussing with another duo. Or rather, a woman was
This mature lady carried herself with an eerie sort of elegance, that of an
because Jamie and Ki-jung seemed stiff as hell when she spoke, and even
recognized her bodyguard as the woman who tried to flirt with him at the Bakuto, back when he had messed up with the chain of events. Although this time, she had traded her dress for a black uniform and an assault rifle. Since they hadn’t met in
bodyguard passed by Ryan and Lanka on their way to the parking lot, before stopping abruptly when she noticed the
a finger at
closely. Somehow, it felt
mock
one is immortal,” she responded, vaguely amused. “I hope
paying him any mind and walked away with her
Lanka whispered.
is she?” Ryan asked,
sister, and underboss,” Jamie said upon regrouping, clearly worried, “When he
“I support gender equality, but wouldn’t Plutonia have
family,” Lanka replied, relaxing once the underboss was out of sight. “The
the spirit of the
Jamie said, his eyes darkening, “you
what, she
in his voice. Perhaps he worried—rightfully—that Quicksave would try to put this power to the
have enemies alive, her power must have limits,” Ki-jung said. “But we
Ryan even more interested. He would check it one loop. Lanka, however, wanted more information. “Why was she here?”
have died under
“The Meta-trash?”
they would have loudly claimed these murders, and they aren’t their style. Poison powerful enough to affect Genomes, explosives, drowning and suffocation… The boss believes this is a new vigilante. Pluto and the
Explosives he said?
invisible nemesis struck again,” Ryan said,
at our door itching for a fight, we’re leaving the higher-ups to deal with this.
be rude to say
few rules about how to address Vulcan,” Jamie told Ryan, as they stood before the metal gates. “Don’t make jokes about her height, and for
dutifully, the doors opening to let them
processing to the assembly line. The group walked through searing hot rooms full of furnaces and automated assembly lines; they produced guns, bullets, and rockets. Some of the guards even wore variants of Jamie’s own armor, albeit bulkier
bulky devices, glass bulbs providing light, and strange contraptions
big, big
While humanoid, the suit was so bulky it might as well be called a tank with legs. However, considering the number of miniature turbo
dispatched all over the machine, perhaps to allow the user to see in all directions. Finally, the machine was plated
a large table. Much like Pluto, in
to Ryan’s surprise, she seemed a little bit younger than him, biologically. Eighteen, nineteen? In any case, she was petite, barely one meter sixty tall, with olive skin, sharp black eyes, and dark hair bound into a
Ryan could
expected someone taller,” Ryan told her
him as if he were insane, except Vulcan, who gave him a murderous glare.
the capo said with a face that reminded Ryan of Len. She must have had the same height complex. “Because right now, you just
Here comes Napoleon!
of the team nodding at Vulcan.
“The bitch is my personal N-word. When
any survival
course not, I’m immortal. Survival instincts are for people who can die.” The courier glanced at the giant
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