The Perfect Run

Ryan hated hospital rooms. Even if useful for sanitization purposes, the constant whiteness made him feel sick and isolated.

Hours had gone by since the orphanage battle, its occupants evacuated by Dynamis and moved to one of the company’s hospitals. Psyshock’s victim had been put in an artificial slumber, laying on a warm bed with a respirator and brain scanning devices near her. Wyvern stood near the window, clearly struggling against the urge to sleep.

“Will she be okay?” Ryan asked Wyvern, both having stood watch over the girl for a while. “I know from experience you can recover from Psyshock’s ‘brain connection,’ but I have yet to see someone sedated afterward.”

“Medics said her brainwave patterns are highly abnormal,” Wyvern told him. “They will keep her in observation for a few days until they are certain she won’t suffer from sequelae.”

This worried Ryan a bit, making him wonder if Psyshock had refined his powers since the last time they met. At least the vile Psycho was dead for this loop, allowing the courier to relax.

Enrique ‘Blackthorn’ Manada chose that moment to enter the room, carrying a bright, exquisite bouquet in his arms.

“Well, well, I believe congratulations are in order,” the corporate mastermind said, putting the flowers next to the window. “A bit heavy-handed for my taste, but I expected collateral damage from your part, Romano.”

“What will happen to the children?” Wyvern asked, sounding quite familiar with her manager.

“We will take care of them,” Enrique said. “They will be hosted in a secure facility far away from Rust Town, and many people voiced their intention to adopt some of them. Let it not be said that Dynamis is not family-friendly.”

Of course they would try to exploit the situation for a publicity stunt. “Well, I’m sure everyone cared about them before I posted these photos on the Dynanet,” Ryan mused.

“Speaking of photos, Romano, I am highly disappointed in you,” Enrique scolded him. “I remember telling you that your name was Timelord now, yet you introduce yourself in your pictures as ‘Quicksave and his cat.’ Now the damage is done, and it might be even too late to correct that mistake.”

“Wait, that’s what bothers you?” Ryan asked, surprised. “You’re not mad about our little adventure?”

“Why would I?” Enrique asked, also genuinely surprised. “You and Atom Cat saved an orphanage while dealing a savage blow to this city’s criminal underbelly. You did good.”

“Yeah, but I skipped the training, and you said you didn’t like loose cannons.”

“I don’t, but I believe you are under a misconception. You are free to do as you wish, as long as you accept the consequences. If your actions, no matter how irresponsible, lead to a victory, then obviously it was done with Dynamis’ full approval; if you fuck up, then you did it on your own.”

“So, if I succeed,” Ryan summarized, to make sure he had heard it straight. “You take the credit, and if I fail, I take the blame?”

“No, no,” Enrique reassured him. “If you succeed we share the credit, and if you fail, you take the blame.”

A distinction without a difference. “I admire your pragmatism, sir. You are a genius, sir.”

“Enough with the fake servility, Romano, I get enough of that from the trainees.” He then joined his hands in a calculating mastermind pose. “Now, the bitter part.”

“Oh, I know that expression,” Ryan mused, who had seen it over and over again. “You are going to crush all our hopes and dreams with the dullest tone possible.”

“You catch on quickly, Romano,” Enrique replied dryly. “Vulcan is to be released.”

Wyvern’s eyes widened in fury, the first time Ryan had seen her lose her cool. “After she tried to murder two of our own? No! No way!”

“Wyvern, I understand how you feel but—”

“If she gets away with a slap on her back, I quit.”

As the silence stretched on, Ryan noticed the rose on Enrique’s cashmere suit started growing thorns, shifting as if ready to jump from its holder and attack. Even the flowers near the bedroom’s windows seemed to gain a life of their own, their petals swirling.

“Believe me,” Blackthorn said, his voice calm but betraying an undercurrent of anger, “I fully share your frustration. However, I do not have the luxury to act on it, and neither do you. The order comes straight from the CEO.”

“Hector himself? But why?” Wyvern asked, all but choking. “She’s the only one who knows how to make advanced armors! If she’s taken out, their entire operation takes a blow!”

father doesn’t want to spark retaliation from Augustus.” Enrique sighed. “We are in a period of detente with him. Don Hector believes another direct conflict would cost us more than

wasn’t detente at all,” Wyvern pointed out. “Can’t you talk your father

on our team had died, but since both your teammates and Vulcan survived,

her eyes, breathing heavily. “This can’t

time to clean this city will

for

that for two more years if it prevents another

asked. He heard rumors,

replied dryly, checking his watch under his sleeve. “I must go.

and the flowers turned inanimate again, Ryan glanced at Wyvern. The superheroine’s face had turned

Ryan coughed, "The armors used by the Private Security elite… it’s Vulcan’s work,

bit. “Why are you insisting on

obsession with you seems… I

looked at him with an incredulous face, then a thought seemed to cross her mind. “No,” she said after some hesitation.

out a sigh, clearly not eager to speak about it. Ryan waited, knowing she would speak if not pressured. “She was my partner

“Your sidekick?”

to me. Eventually, she tried to rebrand herself as a solo hero, but since she was a Genius, and the backbone of its

a promise of a cushy Capo

anything before she exploded, how was I supposed to

inside without making a sound. “Wyvern,” Atom Cat nodded politely, double-checking the door’s lock before turning towards

experience managing someone like Bloodstream. “None of them were, and they haven’t behaved like

while in medical

caught on, though Wyvern didn’t connect the dots. “What are you suggesting?”

explained. “The reptilians struck

stared at him without a

knew he was onto

serious a minute?” Atom Cat replied, completely missing the joke. “Don’t you

causes,” Wyvern said, not really bothered

then the Meta

members tried to help Ghoul escape confinement,” she conceded.

Cat declared boldly. “Supplying them with knockoff Elixirs, information, and support while covering their

don’t know, Felix,” Wyvern

off Wyvern, glancing at his sidekick.

problem,” he lied. Ryan didn’t say anything, even if the jokes wrote themselves. That would be

are corrupt and that the Meta could pay off Private Security grunts to provide information and support. The Augusti do it too, and that has been a problem for

their own,” Ryan suggested the

the Augusti haven’t managed that feat yet,” Wyvern dismissed it. “I’m more worried about that bunker Mosquito told us about, honestly. I always wondered why the Meta-Gang never attacked

orphanage was considered restrained on their part. “So all they want is that bunker?” Atom Cat

wants it, it

ahead is clear,” Ryan said. “We go

want this bunker so much, they probably have all their heavy hitters stationed in the Junkyard,” Wyvern pointed out. “Frank the Mad is physically stronger than me, Acid Rain possesses a devastating capacity for destruction, and Adam himself is as cunning as he is powerful. We also received reports that they recruited lone wolf Psychos like the Land, and with Psyshock’s demise, they will expect an attack. We will need numbers, recon, and

asked. “Or will

seemed optimistic on that front. “The Meta aren’t Augustus,” she said. “Especially after that stunt,

stopped talking,

up?” Ryan asked.

the harbor,” Wyvern said grimly. “There has been a

horizon and he fought off drowsiness, Ryan realized that he should have anticipated

assassin at the harbor, and the bathysphere shipment was scheduled long before the courier himself entered the picture. Of course Zanbato would maintain it even without Ryan’s presence, and with Ghoul’s arrest, the Meta sent

must have seemed like a golden opportunity to