The Perfect Run

It ended as well as expected.

With Ryan naked and shackled to a bed, a maniacal Vulcan in a black nightgown on one side, and the plushie on another.

“It was all a trap,” the courier accused the mad Genius, straining against the shackles. “You only cared about the plushie!”

“Very good, Ryan,” Jasmine said, playing with her knife. The inactive plushie looked on while sitting on a chair. “Now, tell me everything you know about it.”

“I would, but I look down on short people.”

“If you won’t talk,” Jasmine put the knife against his chin, and her free hand on his chest, “I will make you squeal.”

“Don’t look,” Ryan told the inactive plushie, trying to avert its gaze. “Please don’t look!”

A phone called in the other room, interrupting the roleplay.

Jasmine let out a heavy sigh. “Gimme a sec,” she said, stepping over an empty condom box before searching for her cellphone among their clothes on the ground. Ryan whistled while she moved out of the bedroom to answer the call.

As it turned out, Vulcan didn’t live in a luxurious villa, but inside her own foundry. She had repurposed the upper echelons of the area into a spacious, soundproof apartment in an elegant steampunk style. Brass pipes and tin gears formed the main decoration, although Vulcan had also embedded a plasma TV in the bedroom’s wall facing the bed. It was rather cozy and she even included a litter for Eugène-Henry, although Vulcan clearly didn’t clean up the place often.

Jasmine eventually returned, rolling her eyes. “Was it Mr. Monsanto again?” Ryan asked.

“Neptune. He’s pissed about last night and wants to call a meeting because he’s a pussy.” She let her nightgown fall on the ground, raised the bedsheet, and slipped below. Her naked skin brushed against the courier’s own, though she didn’t undo his shackles. “Ryan.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t ever call me short again.”

“Come on, Jasmine, be the bigger person.”

Her knife hit the wall behind the bed, a few inches away from the courier’s face. Ryan didn’t even blink; by now, he had learned that her bark was worse than her bite. Though bite him she did…

“You’re lucky to be good in the sack, so you get to live another day,” Vulcan said, resting her head against his shoulder. “How many women have you had?”

“I lost count,” he replied. Practice made perfect.

“I figured as much. I didn’t know you could do that with a tongue.” Jasmine glanced at the rabbit watching them. “Actually, what is that plushie? Some pieces just don’t make sense, and I don’t know what to make of the energy readings.”

“I tried to use it as a probe to explore a higher dimension,” Ryan admitted.

“And?” Jasmine asked, not even questioning the sanity of it. “It worked?”

“Not really. All it did was allow something from the other side tohitch a free ride to our dimension. Now it won’t leave.”

“Wait, you’re saying that your rabbit is haunted?” Ryan nodded, and much to his horror, it made Jasmine even more curious. “That dimension, can you describe it?”

“It’s an area beyond space and time, but I haven’t been able to observe it much.” He frowned. “Why?”

“You know that Red Genomes can manipulate energy? From lightning to wavelengths?” Ryan nodded. “Well, Red Genomes, real Red Genomes, actually emit an energy field around them. Like radiation. This ambient energy, this ‘Red Flux’ can be captured, stockpiled, and then refined to make batteries. That’s how Dynamis makes laser weapons.”

“And you think this energy comes from another dimension?” Ryan asked, suddenly very curious.

“I think so, and Dynamis does too,” she replied with a nod. “The Firebrand knockoff Elixir alters genes so a Genome could perform pyrokinesis, but doesn’t create a link to the Red Dimension. So the body only uses the energy available, that of the human body.”

“That’s how your Fireman armor enhances their pyrokinesis,” Ryan guessed. “You take the batteries meant for laser weapons, and you transfer this Red Flux energy to the Genome’s body.”

“They become just as powerful as the original pyrokinetic Genome the knockoffs are based on, at least as long as the battery juice keeps flowing,” Jasmine said with pride. “Dynamis has been wasting fortunes in an attempt to create a bridge towards that hypothetical Red Dimension, though they haven’t managed to do so yet.”

“That Flux, do you think Genomes with other colors produce variants?”

“I suppose, but I haven’t been able to observe them. Red is energy, so it’s easy to measure it, and since almost all Red Genomes have offensive applications, my power has an easy time with them. But how do you measure life, like with Green Genomes?” She gave him a knowing smile. “Though, if you told me the truth about your power, we could work on it together.”

Ryan let out a shocked gasp. “You know about my true, true power?”

“Look, that bullshit you told Pluto? About how your power really works?” She looked into his eyes. “You were just pulling our legs.”

thought we did that this morning.” She

I’m curious,” Jasmine replied, stroking his cheek. “You’re smart, funny, and the perfect gentleman, yet I can tell you’ve got your own

a friend in need, and

organization as a stepping stone for something else. It’s fine, I’m not particularly loyal to Augustus either. But I’m

think it’s a

sat on his chest, one leg on each side. “Then what will we be,

and the Meta-Gang, in more ways than one. “I don’t want to get

fine with a summer fling, but as I told you before, it’s an exclusive contract. Cheat

you can do the fucking before the kill, I

hands on his ears and ferociously kissed him on

“Yep.”

I don’t. We’ve got enough time for one more

unhappy,” Ryan pointed out. “I was supposed to help them clean

so that’s

stopped time

to the bed, the two having switched positions. “Fuck,” she said. “You can

everything about Ischia Island, Miss Sharif,” Ryan said, his body towering above her. “We have ways of

smirked at him. “She’s too old

will have to pump you

keep a straight face, but ended

was kinda cute that

Vulcan carried the duo all the way to Mount Augustus with her mech. Obviously, Ryan had put on the cashmere suit, delighting in its glamour

Ryan estimated it to be around fifty hectares. Located atop a heavily-defended hill, the complex included a vast amount of monuments,

flower gardens, Versailles-styled fountains, and even a freaking zoo.

sheer luxury of the place awed even the

private sea might have been a

swimsuit next to Narcinia. Augustus’ daughter immediately raised her eyes at Ryan and Vulcan when

on a small table nearby. She looked oddly peaceful for a mass murderer,

near the villa, drinks in hands. One was a priest in his fifties, with a receding grey hairline and a gaunt face. He was so lanky Ryan could see

whom Ryan suspected to be Bacchus, was talking with a man entirely covered in thick armor. His equipment was heavily inspired by a Roman centurion’s dress, though it covered every

was a blonde woman in her forties, straight out of a playboy magazine; she kept her hair in a bun and wore an ancient Rome-styled dress adorned with gemstones. Though he could see only the lower part of

sixties. He had dyed his hair and thick long beard blue, which complemented his eyes. He wore no mask except a golden diadem and dressed in an elegant navy blue business suit including seashells as part of the

and Vulcan upon seeing them, leaving the table with a dark look on his

Neptune,” Jasmine pointed

he was jealous of the courier’s better suit. “Can he drain the water

His girlfriend smirked. “He’s an Orange, so organic matter interferes with his power. Besides, he is a macro hydrokinetic. The bigger the water volume, the greater his control. The priest is Bacchus, the couple

“I imagined him taller.”

“He can reanimate corpses and command them, so he sends them

Narcinia waved a hand at the

to Mount Augustus,” Livia said, though she didn’t rise up from her longchair. A true queen. “We were just discussing yesterday’s

we win a prize?” Ryan asked. “Personally, I would settle for

a wink, examining his

add a few flowers if you want!”

my weed killer on Blackthorn,” Ryan said, Jasmine

Neptune. “You little, irresponsible brats!” he snarled, pointing a finger at

surprise, Vulcan didn’t smash his foot

acid,” Jasmine told

death will be

idea what you did?” Neptune thundered. “Vulcan, you and your soldier could have

they did it on my orders,” Livia spoke up calmly. “I will take full responsibility

stupid,” Neptune snarled. “Blackthorn labeled your prank as a

I undressed and put on the

to contain her laughter, much to Ryan’s shock. Neptune glared at her. “Am I the

Pluto replied, more amused than anything. “What’s wrong with letting them indulge a

harass us,” Livia said, all business. “This was

suit?” her uncle asked with heavy

to bitch about it?” Jasmine asked with a shrug. “‘Cause we got important work

also the matter of

my decision to retire,” the mummified head spoke with an old, weary voice, startling Ryan. “I’ve

towards the speaker, Mars. The Roman cosplayer had risen from his table to meet the group, his wife holding his