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.”

to resist

with Mechron’s emblem on

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

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

now. She was probably busy with all the orphans, no need

a weapon of mass destruction. As if to answer his success, Narcinia’s mushrooms unleashed a faint colored mist onto the dance

for his drink,

the courier shouted while raising his glass, his

created multiple colored spheres above the dance floor, one for each Elixir type. They floated near the ceiling

last?” Vulcan asked Lanka, more people started taking over the

hour if nobody touches them,” Lanka said, before turning to Narcinia. “Nice trick

work on Ischia island,” the teenager replied. “I help Father

heaven?” Ryan asked, immediately interested.

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

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,

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

ran out, he learned how to create his own supply. His drug cartel phase had been quite enjoyable

have to abandon that childhood dream, Ryan.” Vulcan brazenly put an arm around his shoulder. “You’ve got an exclusive

on an open relationship?” Ryan replied while brazenly putting his hand around her waist. Lanka looked at him as if expecting the courier to lose that arm

half as good as you are,” Vulcan replied, without pushing his hand away. “So

you talking about work or something else?”

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

Vulcan replied, her amusement turning

at once, and that he may ascend

Ryan asked Vulcan, doing his

Vulcan rolled her eyes, before glancing at the dance floor. “You

amazing, then I’m

that boast to the test, shall

the dance floor alongside other couples. It quickly became apparent 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

good at?” Vulcan asked Ryan. He could

response, and Ryan may have smiled, if not for the unpleasant sensation of someone watching

She started asking questions to Sparrow nearby, and while Ryan could

capture the mysterious woman’s attention though.

“Fuck off!”

whom Ryan had sighted earlier during the party by the shirt, and looked ready to murder him. The guest

had ignored Jamie’s rules

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

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

the hidden,

while Jamie looked murderous. It was not a pretty sight, since the Made 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

had only ever seen him this angry when Luigi had exposed his infiltration

“But—”

backward, his tone turning venomous.

from other guests, and moved towards the door with a cowed face and his inhaler. “It’s okay?” Jamie immediately asked his girlfriend,

clearly didn’t mean

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

replied, glancing at the house’s entrance. “I’ll

Ryan. “I think we will retire early. Can you and Lanka take care of the guests in

“Sure,” the courier said.

you not to do

not start any

had more pressing matters on his mind. “Don’t

ground and main room to the guests. “I didn’t know Chitter was a recovering addict,” Vulcan

your own

movies too. Maybe I’ll show

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

what?” Vulcan asked, her tone shifting from flirtatious

don’t know,” Sparrow replied. “But you

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