The Perfect Run

“When is the sound coming?” Lanka asked Ryan for the third time, an elbow on the loudspeaker.

“When you find me another brain,” Ryan replied, tinkering with the device. A few people had already taken over the dance floor, but the house’s equipment couldn’t support a true rave party. Seriously, Ki-jung needed to stop buying Dynamis home products. They were barely a cut above pre-Wars Chinese imports.

Actually, did buying the enemy's products count as collaboration?

“Stop distracting him,” Narcinia told Lanka, defending Ryan with such zeal that he considered making her his sidekick. The Green Genome was busy cultivating strange, phosphorescent mushrooms on the ground. She had promised it would help with the rave, and the courier let her run wild with her imagination.

Quicksave glanced at Mathias, who was talking with Fortuna and other members of the Killer Seven. Half an hour had passed since their conversation, and the house was now filled to the brim with guests.

“So, you’re adopted?” Ryan bluntly asked Narcinia. “Did you ever learn who your birth parents were?”

“Ryan!” Lanka snapped at him.

“They were raiders,” Narcinia replied, almost casually. “Father Torque said they were killers and rapists, and that Augustus punished them because it was divine justice.”

Ryan could have sworn the TV’s screen threatened to crack for a brief second. He glanced up at Mathias, whose smile contrasted with the icy look in his eyes.

“Sorry,” Lanka said, glaring at the courier. Thankfully, the power outburst had been subtle enough for her to miss it. “Blabbermouth has no tact at all.”

“It’s okay!” Narcinia replied with a cute smile. “My real family is the one that raised me. My mom and dad are awesome, and my siblings even more so.”

“I was adopted too, but it sucked,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Well, half of it.”

“Really?” Narcinia’s head perked up in interest, while Lanka listened in silence.

“My parents died when bandits wiped out our community to steal our supplies,” Ryan said. It had been so long ago, it had lost almost all emotional effect. “I was… eleven I think? Maybe twelve. And I turned out great!”

“Ryan.” Lanka’s voice had lost all playfulness. “Did these bandits...”

Ryan glanced at the snake tattoo on her arm, that of her former gang. “You weren’t among them and they’re all dead,” the courier replied with a shrug. “I’m over it.”

Lanka fell silent with a thoughtful look on her face, while Narcinia looked between them in confusion. Thankfully, a newcomer interrupted them before the mood turned even more awkward.

Ryan almost didn’t recognize Vulcan at first sight, because the Genius had cleaned herself up; she had traded her usual clothes for a black halter-top and pants, and let her hair fall down on her shoulders. While she was no head-turning beauty, the Augusti Capo looked great.

He really had a thing for Geniuses shorter than him.

“Ceres, Sphere.” Vulcan smirked upon seeing the courier. “Ryan.”

“Hey, my favorite arms dealer,” Ryan rejoiced, raising a screwdriver. “Your arrival is just perfect.”

“Always,” she replied, a hand on her waist. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Do you have anything to boost the sound?” Ryan asked. “I’m trying to jury-rig the loudspeakers, but I need more juice.”

“Now you’re talking my language,” Vulcan said, searching inside her pocket and tossing him some kind of mouse-sized battery. “It’s a mini-generator.”

“Why do you carry that in your pocket?” Lanka asked, an eyebrow raised.

“‘Cause my phone has less autonomy than a sloth,” the Genius replied with a shrug, before grabbing a beer can from Lanka’s personal reserve. “It’s been an exhausting day.”

“Did you kill the Meta?” Narcinia asked before Ryan could.

“Almost, but Dynamis got to them first. Fucking kill stealers.”

“What, they tried to buy them off?” Lanka snickered.

“With bullets and lasers,” Vulcan replied. “They sent three armored squadrons, plus heavy hitters like Devilry and that bitch Wyvern. Those vultures fell on the Meta and opened fire on sight.”

Oh, was there gas in their alliance? “Well, I guess it was time to clean up loose ends,” Ryan said.

“Adam didn’t look surprised. He sacrificed a few men, but he managed to escape on a goddamn submarine.”

unable to resist the lure

freaking submarine with Mechron’s emblem

Lanka toyed with her smoke, a frown forming on her face.

beer while glancing at Ryan. “I called

now. She was probably busy with

modest loudspeaker into a weapon of mass destruction. As if to answer his success, Narcinia’s mushrooms unleashed

his drink, Ryan cleared

his glass, his voice reverberating through the loudspeaker. “With great power, comes

floor, one for each Elixir type. They floated near

Lanka, more people started taking over the dance floor while

before turning to Narcinia. “Nice trick with the mushrooms. What’s your

island,” the teenager replied. “I help Father Torque open the path to

Ryan asked, immediately interested.

smile faltered a bit. “Sorry Ryan, I’m not

his fist. “Building a South American cartel has always been my dream. If you need a drug wizard, I know all the good recipes. Meth, cocaine, heroin,

know how to make drugs?” Lanka asked, finishing her sixth cancer stick. “Good to

trying every addictive substance on the planet except Elixirs, and when he ran out, he

brazenly put an arm around his

we settle on an open relationship?” Ryan replied while brazenly putting his hand around her

half as good as you are,” Vulcan replied, without pushing

about work or something else?” Lanka

clearly eager to meet Ryan again. “Father Torque says the equipment needs an update. Especially

her amusement turning

can’t be everywhere at once, and

please?” Ryan asked Vulcan, doing his best impersonation of a kitten’s cute

glancing at the dance floor. “You

I’m amazing, then I’m being

boast to the test, shall

that Vulcan didn’t have much experience, but Ryan had mastered every dance under the sun, so he guided them through. Mathias also danced with Fortuna, and the glass manipulator seemed to enjoy it

Vulcan asked Ryan. He could feel her sweat on his

if not for the unpleasant sensation of someone watching him from afar. A quick glance quickly told him

first one of surprise, then confusion. She started asking questions to Sparrow nearby,

though.

“Fuck off!”

their wild dancing when they heard Jamie’s voice cut through the noise. The swordsman had grabbed a fire-manipulator whom Ryan had sighted earlier during the party by the shirt, and looked ready to murder him. The

rules and brought Bliss to the party. And

at the drug with a pale face, shaking. She seemed paralyzed and unable to

was also incredibly addictive, which Ryan could personally attest. He

mention the hidden, long-term

Man was a tall brawler built like a bear. While he hadn’t manifested any laser weapons from his hands, the scowl of black fury on his face made it clear

seen him this angry when Luigi had exposed his infiltration

“But—”

snarled before throwing the Genomes backward, his tone turning venomous. “Don’t

door with a cowed face and his inhaler. “It’s

clearly didn’t mean it.

then turned to Ryan when he and Vulcan approached

entrance. “I’ll discipline that idiot, Zanbato. You got my word on

we will retire early. Can you and Lanka take care

“Sure,” the courier said.

I trust you not to do anything stupid?” Jamie asked,

will not start any fires

he noted but had more pressing matters on his

behind his back with the other. Jamie and Ki-jung moved upstairs, leaving the ground and main room to the guests. “I didn’t know Chitter was a recovering addict,” Vulcan noted, showing surprising insight. “I’m glad

high on your own supply,”

face. “I watch movies too. Maybe

dance floor. “Quicksave.” The bodyguard cleared her throat. “Ms. Livia wants to

tone shifting from

“But you

Vulcan exchanged a glance, and while the Genius clearly wasn’t happy about it, she didn’t seem willing to