The Perfect Run

Chapter 32

Ryan woke up on a terrible mattress, with a cat on his chest.

The animal looked at the courier with its big blue eyes, as he emerged from his deep sleep. The Persian cat had a coat of fur of the purest shade of white, and the lazy expression of a creature sleeping eighteen hours a day without shame.

It was...

It was the perfect Bond Villain cat!

Ryan immediately let out a cry of joy, while the cat looked at him with noble curiosity.

“I’m gonna call you…” Ryan briefly raised the feline above ground to check if it was a male or female, and then let his imagination do the rest. “Eugène-Henry von Schrodinger!”

Eugène-Henry meowed in response.

“The name sucks,” someone complained from the ‘room’ right next to his—another animal cage repurposed into a prison cell. Ryan recognized the voice as Sarah’s. “It sucks hard.”

“Much like many geniuses, I’m way ahead of my time,” Ryan replied, scratching Eugène-Henry behind his ears. “You like that name, don’t you? You like it, don’t you?”

“Is that the white cat?” Sarah peeked into Ryan’s private space, finding the courier sitting on his bed sheet, the cat on his lap. The courier promised himself to work on his diabolical mastermind pose, though he needed to get a cashmere suit first. “It has a sixth sense to find suckers willing to feed it. That’s why it’s so fat.”

“Hey, he’s not judging you on your appearance!”

“Once, I showed him a rat, like one meter away from his face, and that lazy furball didn’t even react.”

“Slander!” Ryan defended his new sidekick. “Is there a shower though? I think I caught fleas sleeping on that bed.”

“Yes, but the water is muddy. Ma says she will fix it today after she checks your car.”

Check his—

“Goddammit, I hope she doesn’t find the bodies,” Ryan said, rising up from the bed. Eugène-Henry instantly took over his place and moved below the bed sheet, to better protect the mattress from intruders.

“There’s a spot for that,” Little Sarah said casually. “The druggies call it the Happy Hole.”

As it turned out, Rust Town did have tourist spots.

Ryan started dressing, but immediately noticed something wrong. Namely, his A-bomb was missing, and some of his weapons weren’t at their place. Someone had clearly checked on his belongings while he was asleep.

Shortie may be willing to help, but she didn’t fully trust him yet.

The courier emerged from the orphanage to find Len tinkering with his car, having opened the car hood to look inside. She had put the water gun aside, to her right.

“Comrade Shortie, just because it’s an all-American car doesn’t give you the right to wreck it,” Ryan said. “Find yourself a Lada.”

Len turned her head away from the engine, and Ryan's playful demeanor disappeared instantly when she grabbed the water gun. “Riri, what have you done?”

What did he do?

What didn’t he do?

Ryan glanced inside the car hood, his old friend keeping her weapon aimed at his head. Unfortunately, Len had found the brain and jumped to the wrong conclusions.

“Riri, have you…” Len clearly didn’t want to finish her sentence but forced herself to. “Did you put someone in there?”

“You wouldn’t believe how many tries it took before I found the right person.” He immediately raised his hands while Len made a mortified face. “Relax, I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It’s not even sentient!”

“Riri, don’t, don’t joke about this,” she sputtered, keeping her weapon raised.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized. “I default to humor when I’m stressed, and I didn’t have my morning coffee.”

Len remained as stiff and grim as ever. “Riri, where did it come from?”

“It’s vat-grown, a gift from another Genius.” No answer. “Shortie, I’m not a serial killer, and I don’t abduct hobos off the road to experiment on them.”

“Riri, I… I want to believe you’re not crazy. I really want to.” She shook her head. “But you keep a thermo-nuclear device with children nearby.”

she knew about the plushie. “Len, there are no permanent consequences around

if you’re wrong?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “What if you jump into another

I wouldn’t do like, half the stuff I pull on a weekly basis if I knew I left a mess behind. My power only affects our universe, and all

Len said, still struggling to understand his power’s full scope. “If what you say is correct, then you can rewrite the

some people get water guns for Christmas, while I got a Fat Man,” Ryan said,

gun. “You will behave while you stay here,” Len said. “I… even if there are no consequences from your point of view, I don’t want

“Len, they have guns.”

the Genius replied. “But that nuke, Riri,

it.” He would hand it over to Vulcan, as a sign of friendship. “Can

hand on it, their gloves brushing against the other. The courier

didn’t trust him, she wanted to. He wouldn’t

a weapon like that?” she asked, as the courier put the

to know?” Len nodded, and Ryan sighed. She wouldn’t like his answer. “Because I was bored, and I thought it would be fun to have

restart with your time-stop? You said

an early restart, I meant an early restart.

finally caught on. "That's how you

a lot of bridges. "And since I need to commit

a mix of pity, sadness, and compassion.

he had wanted to die for good, he would have picked a fight with someone like Cancel long ago. “As

uncomfortable silence, Len abruptly changed the subject.

courier replied, before shuddering as he remembered one

“Monaco? Why?”

car, and a flustered Len started putting the engine pieces back in their proper place. “Should I expect a mounted water turret?

just checking the Chronoradio and its associated parts.” Only then did Ryan notice that while she had stopped pointing

Baby steps.

good tech, huh?” Ryan boasted about his car, putting a hand on the hood. “You’re the last Genius in a long line to work on

I could work with, actually.” Len closed the hood once

that was such a long story. Ryan worked many loops and decades on that particular

dimensions,” the courier explained. “You know some Violet Genomes summon

pulling them from

from our own, but some are alternate histories Earth could have taken. Usually,

“I don’t follow you.”

think time is stable, that the past is set in stone, but in truth, it’s like the water you love so much, ever changing.” Ryan’s experience had

a worried frown, unable to say

when I die? I try not to think about it.” If only because of the horrors involved. It was a rabbit hole of depression, questionable ethics, and self-misery. He preferred to

where things went well for

sigh, opening his car’s door. “But I never found a way to reach an alternate Earth, even with a custom particle accelerator. All I can do with the Chronoradio is listen to what

think he would get himself killed? Then again, they were close to the Junkyard. “What

if she will follow through if I’m in Rust Town. After that, I need to have my windshield cleaned, and Bone Daddy will become

a deeper frown than

Dynamis jailed you, so I investigated,” Ryan admitted. “What

for dangerous work with just enough euros to feed themselves, but

Migliore supports these practices.” Even the junior heroes he had met during the seminar

away from the real problems.” Len shook her head. “Not all criminals wear masks. Most wear suits and ties. Since nobody would stand

one of

grimmer. “But… they caught

people you tried to fight for?”

bust me out, Vulcan did. And even then, it

her. “I see only one way to

had no love for her organization. “We could capture him,” she said. “From what you told

the world a better place, taking down Psyshock would also prevent him from piloting that Mechron mech later on. “And while I don’t believe it, Vulcan says

“I’ve… I need more time, Riri.

out my

Len replied while looking away. “I want to help you, Riri. I really do. No one else should have

“The fact that you want to help at all means

the thing is Riri, even if we succeed in helping you, I…

We.

time when Ryan believed they had a future together. He thought his feelings for Len had changed after so many restarts, moved past the realm of teenage romance.

could never

forget, Riri,” she

safe around me,” Ryan

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