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.”

submarine?" Narcinia immediately asked, unable to resist

submarine with Mechron’s

Lanka toyed with her smoke, a frown forming on her face. “Well, that doesn’t

feeling the situation is more complicated than it looks.” Vulcan sipped her beer while glancing

now. She

Vulcan’s gadget, he completed his design and amplified the sound, turning the modest loudspeaker into a weapon of mass destruction. As if to answer his success, Narcinia’s mushrooms unleashed a faint colored mist

screwdriver for his drink, Ryan

the courier shouted while raising his glass, his voice reverberating through the loudspeaker. “With

his declaration, while Lanka created multiple colored spheres above the dance floor, one for each Elixir type. They floated near the ceiling and pulsated with

Lanka, more people started taking over

nobody touches them,” Lanka said, before turning to Narcinia. “Nice trick with the mushrooms. What’s your job

island,” the teenager replied. “I help

heaven?” Ryan asked, immediately interested. “Are

bit. “Sorry Ryan, I’m

just saying, I’ve always wanted to sell drugs for a living,” Ryan declared, pumping 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, opium, doesn’t matter, just give

asked, finishing her sixth cancer

when he ran out, he learned how to

put an

an open relationship?” Ryan replied while brazenly putting his hand around her waist. Lanka looked

are,” Vulcan replied, without pushing his hand

work or something else?” Lanka

visit,” Narcinia said, clearly eager to meet Ryan again. “Father Torque says the equipment needs

turning into frustration. “Besides, you’ve got a freaking ghost guarding your

can’t be everywhere at once, and that he

doing his best

rolled her eyes, before glancing at the dance floor.

amazing, then I’m being

put that boast to the

Ryan had mastered every dance under the sun, so

He could feel her sweat

for the unpleasant sensation of someone

one of surprise, then confusion. She started asking questions

the mysterious woman’s attention though. It must have been

“Fuck off!”

earlier during the party by the shirt, and looked ready

one idiot had ignored Jamie’s rules and brought Bliss to the party. And

at the drug with a pale face, shaking. She seemed paralyzed and unable to say anything; a former addict

powerful enough to affect Genomes. It was also incredibly addictive, which Ryan could personally attest. He could never finish a run after trying it, and while he had only ever found one way to cure the addiction, it was

the hidden, long-term

tall brawler built like a bear. While he hadn’t manifested any laser weapons

him this angry when Luigi had exposed his

“But—”

throwing the Genomes backward, his

and moved towards the door with a cowed face and his inhaler.

Ki-jung said, although she clearly didn’t mean it. “It’s fine.

manner and then turned to Ryan when he and Vulcan approached the couple. “Sorry for the mess,”

house’s entrance. “I’ll discipline that idiot, Zanbato.

you.” Jamie looked at his troubled girlfriend, then back at Ryan. “I think we will retire early. Can you and Lanka take

“Sure,” the courier said.

do

start any fires under

specific,” he noted but had more pressing matters on his mind. “Don’t burn down

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 I

on your own supply,” Ryan

watch movies

the duo before they could return to the dance floor. “Quicksave.” The bodyguard cleared

asked, her tone shifting from flirtatious

replied. “But you can

happy about it, she didn’t seem willing to deny the request either. That