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.”
decapitation, bitch,” Ghoul replied, unimpressed. He stared at the weapon as it came closer and
hand on Shroud’s shoulder. “What?” the glass manipulator asked, stopping his needle as it reached the cornea, “You believe he
you torture a Psycho,” Ryan replied, searching
put inside a perfume-like receptacle. Dynamis’ logo was plastered on it, alongside the
front of Ghoul. The skull tried to 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
Ghoul snarled, his junkie addiction
him. “I guess I will have to flush it down the
won’t
into maniacal laughter, chilling Ghoul to the bone. It made him laugh even more, with Glass Man looking at the scene in disturbed silence. “Life isn’t about money! It’s about having
at Shroud. “You, glass man! You have to stop
I can restrain him unless you give me information,” Shroud replied, removing his needle
bottle, letting Ghoul smell its sweet perfume, before tilting it sideways. Some of the product fell on the ground,
Ghoul quickly caved in. “There’s a place below the Junkyard! A
Ryan kept slowly
said, his desperate eyes on the Elixir. “It’s full of robots
the ground, having kept half of the bottle. Ghoul let out a breath
bunker?” Shroud asked,
won’t tell us,” Ghoul replied, sounding truthful. “He only told a few. He doesn’t want word to
yourself at a fortified place without knowing what’s inside?” Shroud deadpanned, although he sounded more and more interested as he listened. “Forgive me
knows best,” Ghoul replied. “He always does. And he’s obsessed with it. He says it’s, how does he say it… the future, yes! The
said. “How about the sweet supply of Elixir you Psychos are high
like a hawk stalking a dove. “Psyshock handles it for Adam. They distribute knockoff Elixirs regularly, so long as we play by the rules. If we disobey or we look into it, we’re
impossible to generate a supply of genuine Elixirs, considering their rarity,” Shroud mused, his arms crossed. “Do they come
you, I don’t know! I don’t give a BLEEP where that sweet
the glass man, very proud
that,” Shroud admitted. “I will look into
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. I promised someone I would get the Meta out
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.
like breakfast eggs,” he told Shroud, as he put the knockoff on
armor, reshaping it into a jar to imprison Ghoul’s
hands behind his back and leaned towards Shroud, until their
frozen in place, failing to compute Ryan’s words. “That makes no sense,” Shroud finally spoke up, shaking his head. “That question, that
mean, Mr. Saint Gobain? I believe it should be clear
clear, but you shouldn’t…” He seemed to reach a eureka moment. “Is your power truly
Ryan said nothing.
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
Ryan looked at Shroud with curiosity. “Please,
then select one that favors you and overwrites the
as far as Violet Genomes went. Though Shroud made the error of believing Ryan had only one
right?” the vigilante
you’re right, certainly you should listen to my wise words. Also,
the
remember these words, then you’re
on the matter, the glass Genome turned toward his keyboard and started typing. A map of the west and the Tyrrhenian Sea appeared on
Vavilov basin?” Ryan mused, his heart skipping
the glass Genome confirmed. “The Underdiver, as she calls
the dots. “An undersea communist
think this is a new Kremlin?” Shroud
replied, completely giddy. Finally, he had reached
“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 and repairing their shipping submarines, she isn’t involved
you actually
Shroud froze. “Yes, and?”
Ryan had known it would be so easy, instead of having to attack a movie 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
that part. If I targeted every private contractor in the city, half of New Rome would be wiped out, and
place. “The Meta-Gang
Shroud immediately tensed. “Why?”
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