The Perfect Run

Chapter 44

“I win,” Ryan said, resting on the flower garden in the outer wall’s shadow.

“Again?” Geist complained, the ghost overseeing the game with a doubtful expression. Apparently, his phantom skull of a face could squint. “It’s impossible. How can I keep losing?”

Well, it was hard to catch someone capable of stopping time.

In the end, the trip to Bliss island had been a disappointment. Every time Ryan tried to ‘visit’ a restricted area beyond the walls and the gardens, armored guards or Geist kindly asked him to turn back. Though he memorized the patrols and turrets’ locations, the courier didn’t see any way to get inside the facility without starting a fight and ending the current run.

Eventually, he just settled into playing games with Geist in the plant garden outside the fortress, waiting for Vulcan and the others to finish their business. The ghost had happily played along, though he wasn’t very good. Ryan had the feeling the suicidal specter appreciated having some company.

“I really need a job as a drug cook,” Ryan told Geist. “Can’t you haunt Cardinal Creep until he gives in?”

“There’s only one cook, and it’s Ceres,” Geist shrugged. “The rest of the facility supports her work, and nothing else.”

Ryan figured as much. Narcinia’s power made it easy for her to create new plants to harvest as raw material. Even this entire garden, capable of thriving in a toxic island, was probably her work. “So if she retires, no more Bliss?”

“Sort of,” Geist replied. “Father Torque has enough flower strains to continue the work even if she’s gone, though the quality will take a hit.”

“You shouldn’t say that out loud.” Ryan didn’t even move an inch, as Mortimer leaned over his shoulder, having phased out of the ground. “Walls have ears.”

“Do you want to play?” the courier casually asked the bodyguard. “It’s funnier when there are three players, and the guards are humorless killjoys.”

“You are no fun, no fun at all,” the hitman said, disappointed that he couldn’t startle Ryan no matter how hard he tried.

“Shouldn’t you be inside?” Geist asked, telekinetically crafting a chair out of nearby stones and dirt.

“Sparrow asked me to check on him,” Mortimer said, glancing at Ryan while sitting on the makeshift chair. “She was worried he might start a forest fire or something.”

“That’s demeaning,” Ryan said. “Sometimes I settle for nuclear winters.”

“They make me want to glow in the dark,” the hitman replied, looking at the game. “What are you playing?”

Ryan showed Mortimer bird talus bones. The hitman glanced at the bones, then at Casper the Ghost. “Knucklebones, really?”

“It’s to stick with the ghost theme,” the courier replied. “Want to play? It’s an old variant, a pure game of luck.”

Mortimer shrugged and grabbed some of the bones. “We should play cards next,” he said.

“Or use a Ouija board,” Ryan suggested, glancing at Casper. “Should be easy.”

“How does it even work?” Mortimer asked Geist, as he threw the bones with the force of his mind. “You need to settle some unfinished business before moving on?”

“Bite me,” Casper the Ghost explained. “I drank a Yellow Elixir on Last Easter, but it didn’t come with a manual. Hell, I thought I didn’t get any power until Mechron’s nanoplague turned my body to dust. I got the briefest glimpse of an afterlife, and then I was yanked back to that dumpster and bound to my mortal remains.”

“And you can’t leave the island?” Mortimer asked, throwing his bones on the ground. “Mortimer likes haunted houses. I could bury you in my garden.”

“I can’t go far, no,” Geist lamented. “My remains are all over the place now, so good luck putting it back together. Even Cancel only goes as far as preventing me from manifesting, and Pluto's power needs someone to be alive in the first place.”

If you asked Ryan, besides that geographic limitation, Casper had hit the jackpot as far as Yellow Elixirs went. Unlimited ectoplasmic powers plus immortality? That was a life to die for! Ryan laughed at his own mental joke, much to the others’ confusion.

throwing more bones on the ground. It would explain

many people there,” the hitman

and I tried a lot,” Ryan said,

said, and he sounded like he believed it too. “He thinks a powerful psychotropic like Bliss could replicate the effect and allow

problems before he overdoses on Bliss though,” Ryan said.

asked,

all drugs in-depth... for research purposes only. “Among other side-effects, Bliss acts as a long-term endocrine disruptor, working on a genetic level. Genomes aren’t affected much

Poor Ol’ Mortimer, it’s just Dynamis

at the hitman, squinted,

the courier had grabbed

like Laurence Fishburne's. Same receding

secret identity!” Mortimer complained while grabbing back his skull

in his early forties at

hitman replied, putting back

an emo teen's

coat. The courier grabbed it but didn’t recognize the

“Riri?”

Len

sore about the mask part. “Vulcan won’t be happy

away, and they bounced off the cackling hitman’s mask. Maybe

alarmed, and Ryan

against the outer wall. “You know Vulcan can probably

mood for jokes, “My radars picked tremors coming from Rust Town, and multiple flying objects

climbing out of their hole? Ryan wasn’t sure if this was good or bad

ask for details, someone else called him; once again, the courier

will be back in a minute,” Ryan said, before switching calls. “Quicksave Deliveries, what

owe me a suit,

Blackthorn.

you appreciate,

head,” Ryan said at the same time

“You think this is-”

on the other side of the line; the courier briefly wondered if he had been vexed. “I’m sorry, but

rodeo, Romano, but

I would fire them if I were you.” Though Ryan was flattered to have earned himself an

words. “In truth, I wanted to thank you. You succeeded where I

new one. “Looking

let you be for so long, that we are prey. You’re wrong. We

sure I

You Augusti aren’t a state or corporation we can coexist with. You are feudal warlords who only understand strength. And after you dared to attack our HQ, Don Hector finally decided to speak your language. Consider what’s about to follow… a friendly

this about the suit?

composure broke slightly, and his true feelings poured through the corporate mask. “We have struggled for years to rebuild a functioning society. Now we are at a crossroads, with two visions facing off. The one that prevails will dictate what new world emerges from the Earth’s

theory. “Take a look at Rust Town,” Ryan replied, completely unimpressed. “See

organization and yours is that

“That crazy guy who built an oil platform in the middle

switching from icy to extremely pleased. “I assume you

flying under the sun towards the island. “It was sunk by

up on

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