The Perfect Run
Chapter 19
What a bright day. As Ryan drove towards the ship graveyard and Shroud’s warehouse, he felt utterly happy with himself. The courier had the intuition that everything would turn out well for him this time around.
“I feel like you’re my lucky charm, my friend,” Ryan told Ghoul. “Like a rabbit’s foot, or a four-leaf clover. I should have kept you ages ago.”
The Psycho’s bodiless skull glared at him, hung on the rear mirror by a rope.
Surprisingly, it had cost Ryan less money to convince the Private Security to keep the Psycho for himself than imprisoning it. He guessed it cost more to feed a prisoner than to just ignore a vigilante.
Like all loops so far, Wyvern visited him, although she sounded a bit less enthusiastic this time, for some ghoulish reason. She had also insisted he deliver Ghoul for safekeeping, as a sign of trust—and for his own ‘safety.’ Vulcan followed with her own recruitment pitch, putting him firmly on the Augusti Path.
So far so good.
Ryan stopped in front of the warehouse, grabbed Ghoul with Fisty, and then stepped out of the car. “I will kill you,” Ghoul snarled. “I will kill you, I swea—”
He never finished his sentence, as Ryan started juggling the skull while whistling. He looked through the warehouse’s window, seeing neither the servers nor the friendly neighborhood assassin. If he didn’t have absolute trust in his power, the courier might have mistook the events of the previous loop for a feverish dream.
Instead of breaking in this time, Ryan knocked on the door, Ghoul’s nauseous skull under his arm.
“Hey, can you let me in, I have a car window problem?!” Ryan shouted. “Shroudy repair, Shroudy replace?”
He waited a full minute before the door finally opened, revealing a glass man and servers on the other side. “How did you know?” the Carnival member asked, glancing around as if expecting a hidden camera.
“Oh, I’m alone, my Carnival friend!” Ryan said, before showing him the skull. “Except Ghoul Wonder here, but it’s a package deal. Like Dresden and Bob, or Laurel and Hardy.”
“Get in.” Ryan walked inside, the Shroud closing the door behind them.
The Genome remained fully visible this time, perhaps believing the courier didn’t know about that trick. He sat in his chair, the screens of his many computers showing a map of New Rome with multiple locations marked. Most seemed to be Augusti fronts, like the Bakuto and Renesco’s place. A cup of camomile tea waited near the keyboard.
“Quicksave, how did you know?” Shroud asked him again, skipping the pleasantries and being all business.
“You don’t ask a magician to reveal his tricks,” Ryan replied, glancing at the cup. “Like this one: tea.”
He shook Ghoul’s head in front of the teacup until the skull let out a puff of white mist. The liquid turned cold, ice cubes appearing on the surface.
“Iced tea.”
“True genius,” Shroud replied with heavy sarcasm, although he didn’t touch the beverage.
“He also works with fridges, and it’s eco-friendly.”
“I will rape you, you maniac!” Ghoul snarled. “I will kill you, and then I will rape your corpse while it’s still warm!”
“You deserve the pain, asshole,” the glass manipulator replied, completely unsympathetic to the Psycho’s plight. “You killed at least seventeen people, according to my files.”
“Only seventeen?” The Psycho laughed, before bragging. “I killed hundreds! Hundreds!”
He sounded really proud of it too. You would think Ghoul would know better than brag about his body count while in his current position, but nope. Shroud observed the Psycho with cold disdain, before turning to Ryan. “What do you want me to do with him?”
“Why, interrogate him of course!” Ryan said, caressing the back of Ghoul’s skull. “Isn’t that right, Skellington? You’ll tell us everything about this big bunker your big bad boss wants so much?”
“A bunker?” Shroud asked, instantly interested.
“BLEEP you, Quicksave! BLEEP you!”
“Shut up slave,” Ryan replied, before slapping Ghoul.
“Y-you slapped me!” the talking skull complained. “You slapped—”
And Ryan slapped him again, the Psycho glaring at him with fury and humiliation. “Everything you can do to me, Adam can do worse.”
“Oh, really?” Accepting the challenge, Shroud separated a glass shard from his armor, shaping it into a thin needle. The object floated right in front of the Psycho’s skull, lining itself with his left eye. “If you don’t tell me everything, that needle will work its way into your eye, and then the brain. Slowly, painfully. Then I will work on the other.”
at
manipulator asked, stopping his needle as it reached the cornea,
Ryan replied, searching
mesmerized, as the courier revealed a green potion, put
take it with his teeth, but obviously, he couldn’t do it without legs. “You like it? I bought it this morning. It grants superhuman strength and stamina, and I heard it feels like drinking a
junkie
him. “I guess I will have
Psycho sounded genuinely horrified. “You won’t
the bone. It made him laugh even
“You, glass man! You have
give me information,” Shroud replied, removing his needle and switching to good cop mode. “I
tilting it sideways. Some of the product
quickly caved in. “There’s a
asked, unimpressed, while Ryan kept slowly spilling the product. “That’s
on the Elixir. “It’s full of robots and
the ground, having kept half of the bottle. Ghoul let out a breath of deep
in the bunker?” Shroud asked,
replied, sounding truthful. “He only
throw yourself at a fortified place without knowing what’s inside?” Shroud deadpanned, although he sounded more and more interested as he
with it. He says it’s, how does he say it… the future, yes! The future! The automated defenses sense Genomes and we lost a few people to them, so Adam decided to
“How about the sweet supply of Elixir you Psychos are high
snarled, Shroud listening like a hawk stalking a dove. “Psyshock handles it for Adam. They distribute knockoff Elixirs regularly, so long as we play
genuine Elixirs, considering their rarity,” Shroud mused, his arms crossed. “Do they come from Dynamis? If
I don’t give a BLEEP where that sweet nectar comes from, so long
man, very proud of himself.
“I will look into it. Can I keep Ghoul for further
cold storage in my trunk.” Ryan chuckled at his own joke, doubly so when Ghoul sent him a death glare. “Though I would like it if you kept me updated on your progress.
to the side but didn’t ask for details. Ghoul, meanwhile, grew even more agitated. “Give it to me now! I told you
skull, and into his tiny, adorable eyes.
undead let out a snarl of pain and anger, which warmed the courier’s heart with twisted schadenfreude. “Hopes are like breakfast eggs,” he told Shroud, as he
of responding, the glass man detached a part of his glass armor, reshaping it into a jar
back and leaned towards Shroud, until their
glass man didn’t answer the question immediately. His brain seemed to have frozen in place, failing to compute Ryan’s words. “That makes no sense,” Shroud finally spoke up, shaking his head. “That question, that whole
you mean, Mr. Saint Gobain?
is clear, but you shouldn’t…” He seemed to reach a
Ryan said nothing.
if the world itself would bend to your whims. You’re clearly insane, yet somehow, you always get away with all the messes you leave in your wake. You knew where I was without me leaving any hints, that the Psycho’s intel would interest me, and that I
Shroud with curiosity. “Please, do go
you peek into various alternate realities, then select one that favors you and overwrites the current one. Advanced reality manipulation. The transition just looks like a time-stop to
had to admit, it was a plausible theory, especially as far as Violet Genomes went. Though Shroud made the error of believing Ryan had only one visible power, instead of one power having multiple applications. The courier decided
am I right?” the vigilante
a shrug. “But if you’re right, certainly you should listen to my wise words. Also, bet on the T-Rex tonight, and 'the orange is in
the hen house?” Shroud
these words,
the glass Genome turned toward his keyboard and started typing. A map of the west and the Tyrrhenian
basin?” Ryan mused,
glass Genome confirmed. “The Underdiver, as she calls herself now, has an undersea base somewhere in
gasped, as he connected the dots. “An undersea communist
think this is a new Kremlin?” Shroud turned his
Finally, he had reached his goal. “How
don’t know,” the glass man replied, disappointing the courier. “Even with diver equipment, the place is full of mutant fish and other hazards. I didn’t look too much into it, since besides supplying
actually told
Shroud froze. “Yes, and?”
studio or follow a seminar, he would have done that ages ago! “I hope you aren’t planning anything harmful with that information,” the courier said, changing the subject, “Because if you intend to do anything to her, then
contractor in the city, half of New Rome would be wiped out, and she finances an orphanage in Rust Town. She ships them
few things fell into place. “The Meta-Gang intends
Shroud immediately tensed. “Why?”
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