The Perfect Run

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.

will not

gaining mass and muscle. He grew claws and fangs, shedding his pants and jacket like a magnificent butterfly. The man was gone,

big though, even larger than a polar bear. Yet when he let out

it. The projectile flew towards the at an arrow's speed, and hit him in the nose. The poor

why

from

to kill a panda?” Ryan asked, horrified. “They’re

we can sell his fur to a collector.” She pointed her gun at the poor

Ryan moved in the barrel’s way, unable to stand animal cruelty. “I won’t let you kill the last You could get the death penalty for

being already

to anger PETA! You don’t know what those guys are capable of!”

“You know he’s going to come back and get killed by the guards later, blabbermouth? The way I

replied, his female companion rolling her eyes and putting her gun back

eyebrow. “How do

other ones,” Ryan

hope you killed them,” she replied, the guards letting them inside the foundry’s perimeter, “I belonged to a real band of savages back in the

Oh yes he did.

and Lanka walked towards the metal gates, finding Jamie and Ki-jung discussing with another duo. Or rather, a woman was talking,

and her long hair bright blue. This mature lady carried herself with an eerie sort of elegance, that of an otherworldly fairy among men. Unlike

Mostly because Jamie and Ki-jung seemed stiff as hell when

of events. Although this time, she had traded her dress for a black uniform and an assault rifle.

by Ryan and Lanka on their way to the parking lot, before stopping abruptly when she noticed the courier. “You,” the blue-haired woman said, her

pointed a finger at

old are you?” she asked, her sharp grey eyes examining him closely. Somehow, it felt like locking eyes with a hungry crocodile peeking

made a mock bow. “I’m immortal, but don’t tell

“I hope to

paying him any mind and walked away with

whispered. “That’s not

is she?” Ryan

sister, and underboss,” Jamie said upon regrouping, clearly

Pluto a guy in Roman mythology?” Ryan asked. “I support gender equality, but wouldn’t

Lanka replied, relaxing once the underboss

the spirit of the names. Ryan appreciated the cultural reference. “What’s

die,” Jamie said, his eyes darkening,

what, she vaporizes you with

in his voice. Perhaps he worried—rightfully—that Quicksave would try to put this power to the test. “There is no

have enemies alive, her power must have limits,” Ki-jung said. “But we

made Ryan even more interested. He would check it one loop. Lanka, however, wanted more information.

our Made Men have died under mysterious circumstances lately,” Ki-jung

“The Meta-trash?”

drowning and suffocation… The boss believes this is a new vigilante. Pluto and the Killer Seven hit squad will take care of this, and if they

Explosives he said?

nemesis struck again,” Ryan said, happy to have

responsible knocks at our door itching for a fight, we’re leaving the higher-ups to deal with this. Once the hit squad is after someone, it’s only a

would be

address Vulcan,” Jamie told Ryan, as they stood before the metal gates. “Don’t make jokes about

doors opening

on to a guided tour of the foundry, although it quickly became clear the name didn’t fully illustrate the truth. The building housed a whole weapon production operation, from the metal 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

It was the quintessential Geniuses lair, full of bulky devices, glass bulbs providing light, and strange contraptions centuries

big, big robot

it might as well be called a tank with legs. However, considering the number of miniature turbo reactors, and the multi-joint design of the limbs, Ryan guessed the machine could move surprisingly fast

to see in all directions. Finally, the

was waiting for them, drawing plans on a large table. Much like

black eyes, and dark hair bound into a bun by a pencil of

she looked at him, Ryan could see the

someone taller,” Ryan told her innocently.

if he were insane, except Vulcan, who

is taller when I blow off your legs, jackass,” the capo said with a face that reminded

Here comes Napoleon!

rest of the team nodding at Vulcan. “I’m sorry,

at Ryan. “The bitch is my personal N-word. When someone

have any survival

die.” The courier glanced at the giant armor, noticing the enormous reactor on the machine’s back. “Is