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 the lure

freaking submarine with Mechron’s

her smoke, a frown forming

it looks.” Vulcan sipped her beer while glancing at

was wary of involving her now. She was probably busy with all the orphans, no need to add

to 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 onto the dance

his screwdriver for his drink,

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

multiple colored spheres above the dance floor, one for each Elixir type.

asked Lanka, more people started taking over the dance floor while the music

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

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

of heaven?” Ryan asked, immediately

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

a South American cartel has always been my dream. If you need a drug wizard,

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

twenty years? At least twenty years trying every addictive substance on the planet except Elixirs, and when he ran out, he learned how to create his own supply. His drug cartel phase had been quite enjoyable actually, even

childhood dream, Ryan.” Vulcan brazenly put an arm around his shoulder. “You’ve got

while brazenly putting his hand around her waist.

finding anyone half as good as you are,” Vulcan replied, without pushing his hand away. “So it’s

you talking about work or

eager to meet Ryan again. “Father Torque says the equipment needs

tech,” Vulcan replied, her amusement turning into frustration. “Besides, you’ve got a

can’t be everywhere at once, and that he may

doing his best impersonation of a kitten’s cute

Vulcan rolled her eyes, before glancing at

say I’m amazing,

boast to

have much experience, but Ryan had mastered every dance under the sun, so he

you aren’t good at?” Vulcan asked Ryan. He could feel her sweat

unpleasant sensation of someone

asking questions to Sparrow nearby, and while Ryan could read lips, the

mysterious woman’s attention though. It

“Fuck off!”

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

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

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

Ryan could personally attest.

the

sight, since the Made Man was a tall brawler built like a bear. While he hadn’t manifested any laser weapons from his hands,

seen him this angry when Luigi had exposed his infiltration in

“But—”

backward, his tone turning

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

clearly didn’t mean it. “It’s fine.

then turned to Ryan when he and Vulcan approached the couple.

Vulcan replied, glancing at the house’s entrance. “I’ll discipline that idiot, Zanbato. You got my word on

“I think we

“Sure,” the courier said.

you not to do anything stupid?” Jamie asked, an eyebrow

I will not start any fires under this

oddly specific,” he noted but had more pressing matters

thumb up with one hand and crossed his fingers behind his back with the other. Jamie and Ki-jung moved upstairs, leaving the ground and main

get high on your own supply,” Ryan

surprised face. “I watch movies too.

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

what?” Vulcan asked, her tone shifting from

replied. “But you

the Genius clearly wasn’t happy about it, she didn’t seem willing to deny the