The Perfect Run

The current loop might be the calmest yet.

Ryan had finally optimized the Augusti path. He first completed the harbor mission without incident. Fat Adam didn't send anyone for once, and Ryan had previously taken care of Luigi. The truth-teller was scheduled to get out of the hospital on Wednesday, but Ryan intended to score a few goals during the hockey match’s second period.

Afterward, Jamie invited the courier to crash at his place, and he received a 'surprise' inspection from Pluto. The Underboss’ interrogation had been less thorough this time around, since the intel Ryan provided on Psyshock had earned him some measure of trust. The courier then landed a job as Vulcan’s assistant, who had lobbied very hard to recruit him after she got her hands on his A-bomb. She didn’t even ask him to trash Wyvern’s movie this loop.

Ryan had waited patiently for today’s Rust Town raid. He had provided all the necessary information for the Augusti to improve their odds, from the Land’s range to the powers of every Psycho he fought so far. He didn’t say anything linked to the bunker like the mech, but overall, things looked bright.

Truly, Ryan was pumped for this restart.

“Plasma tor—” Ryan handed Vulcan her tool before she could finish her sentence, the Genius too busy working on her armor’s cannon. “—ch. Wrench.”

Ryan handed her a wrench and a cup of coffee.

“I didn’t ask for a cup,” she said.

“You were about to.”

Vulcan stopped in the middle of her welding, putting her tools aside and raising her iron mask. A short silence took over her workshop, as she examined the courier from head to toe. “Ryan, where have you been hiding all this time?”

“Mostly behind explosions, and sometimes forest fires.”

“I should've hired you years ago,” she said without any hint of sarcasm. “You’re the best assistant I could ever hope for; hell, you anticipate my desires as if you read my mind before I spoke. You’re perfect, except for one thing.”

Vulcan pointed a finger at the white cat having taken over her workbench. Eugène-Henry meowed in response. “Why did you bring that furball here?” she asked Ryan.

“I couldn’t leave it at the shelter. It’s a noble cat, it can’t survive in the wild.”

“No, I mean, why did you leave it in my Armory as if he lived there? Now half the guards spend their shift petting it when they think I’m not looking. It’s distracting them.”

“Ki-jung doesn’t want him at the house. I keep telling her Eugène-Henry is too good to hunt rats, but she won’t hear anything.” Ryan grabbed the cat and showed him to Vulcan. “Admit it, you can’t resist him either. Look at him. Look at his big, beautiful eyes.”

The Genius didn’t look impressed. “If he causes an accident, I’m taking the repair costs out on your pay,” Vulcan said, before grabbing the cat. She put it on her lap and moved her feet on the workbench. “I had a ferret once. He wasn’t afraid of anything.”

“What happened to him?”

“He wasn’t afraid of cars either,” Vulcan replied with a morbid face. She liked her comedy pitch black. “Speaking of animals, about that rabbit plushie—”

“No,” Ryan interrupted her.

“But—”

“No.”

“Do I have to take it at gunpoint?” she threatened, her curiosity too overwhelming.

“You would have an easier time with my virginity, but spoiler warning,” Ryan whispered in the Genius’ ear, “it’s long gone.”

Vulcan chuckled, scratching Eugène-Henry between the ears. “I thought you were dating the Underdiver?”

“Oh no, it will be a miracle if we settle into anything.” Considering her issues, a long-distance radio friendship sounded more likely. “Though it would take a Genius to steal my wounded heart.”

“I would be careful with that smart mouth of yours, Ryan,” she replied playfully, his good mood infecting her too. “What’s up with you today? Is it the raid?”

“Of course it’s the raid, I can tell it’s going to be great!”

Especially now that Psypsy had perished for good.

New Rome had experienced brain seizures, including some Augusti mooks and Private Security members. The Augusti leadership had tasked Ki-jung to investigate, and from what she told Ryan, most of the victims missed entire days

hadn’t been sighted since the orphanage ambush, Ryan assumed he had

This implied Psyshock’s brainwashing was Big Fat Adam’s main source of unpowered foot soldiers, and his demise had cost the Meta a

was in

mused out loud. “I’ve heard what

you believe me?” So far most of his acquaintances among

She nodded. “Lab Sixty-Six.”

“Hmm?”

tower? They make the knockoffs on the sixty-sixth floor. It’s the most

that’s not ominous at all. Is there a

the head scientist is a creepy four-eyed maniac who calls himself Dr. Tyrano.” Vulcan snickered. “He cloned all the dinosaurs you see at the Colosseum Maximus. It’s not even his Genius specialty, he’s just obsessed with them; I’m pretty sure he only works at Dynamis because they let

him to be a supervillain out to take

“Originally, Enrique was supposed to oversee the whole Elixir operation instead of Il Migliore. He visited the lab for two hours,

“You think Dynamis

Manada would do,” Vulcan replied with a sharp nod. “Augustus is brutally direct, but Hector, he’s slippery and insidious. He always manages to be where the evidence isn’t.

cold instead of hot, to be honest.” Ryan thought an invincible man

over Malta a few years ago,” Vulcan explained. “Dynamis nuked it in an attempt to kill Augustus, who retaliated by sinking

opposition. Perhaps they threatened Augustus’ family or inner circle. Ryan had faced the same tactic

while changing the subject, though her question was purely rhetorical. “If the assault on the Meta’s

the first time Ryan met him, Mortimer attempted to startle the courier from behind and utterly failed.

you will catch up on Halloween,” Ryan replied by turning around,

Wall Pass replied, saddened by the lack of reaction. “He doesn’t spook anyone

early,” Vulcan noted with a frown. “Did something

of Rust Town, chief. I thought you should

it turned out, the Meta had set the Junkyard on

Pass sat on the front seat, Fortuna,

No kidding!

looked. The Meta had set alight the trash mountains with gasoline, turning them into candles, while clouds of smoke darkened

next to Ryan’s vehicle, just as shocked as everyone else. Their troops had surrounded the area without meeting any

What the hell happened?

a sociopath was,” Cancel told Ryan,

Ryan asked back, his eyes focused on the flames. Did they blow up the

it was

report,” Vulcan ordered through the intercom.

Adam, Frank, Sarin and a few others are driving north on the old highway.

immediately disappointed. “But we only

sweet bounties for my mortgage,”

would be a piece of cake,” Fortuna replied, too busy

believe it,” Vulcan said.

had truly given up, but why leave the bunker behind and

The submarine.

hidden sea access route, so the Meta could easily hide below ground and resupply while abandoning the surface. As long as the bunker’s existence remained a secret, the Psychos could credibly stay under the radar until

leave through the front door, and sneak back in

desperation. Psyshock must have been more important to their plans than Ryan thought, for his demise to shake things

say, Quicksave?” Vulcan asked

base below the city,” Ryan said. “I’m sure

base on

the moon once,” Mortimer said. “It was made

clear things up. The current matter made him

then nothing good would come out of him discovering the bunker. Even if

always inform them and reload

finally making progress in renewing their friendship, and he was afraid of falling back into his old patterns. If he continued on