The Perfect Run

Well, Ryan had to admit it. No matter how savage the attack, it had been a perfect sneak headshot. Wardrobe probably didn’t feel any pain.

“Wardrobe!” Reload shouted in panic, dropping everything to try and treat his teammate’s wound. It was in vain though; the courier had seen the bullet go from one side of the head to the other, and unless she had regeneration, the shot had slain her instantly. The Yellow Genome’s blood was flowing out of her skull and onto the ground, while flowers burned around them.

“Mortimer thought she would never shut up,” the hitman said without any remorse, keeping his rifle pointed at Reload’s head without pressing the trigger. In all likelihood, he had grown wise to his rewinding power.

“You…” While Ryan wasn’t surprised, Len struggled to find her words. “You killed her. You killed her.”

“You could have shot her in the knee!” Ryan said, quite pissed himself. While he didn’t know the girl until a few hours earlier, she seemed quite the theatrical superhero; she was long-term rivalry material! “She was fun, goddammit! Fun!”

“She would have recovered from a knee shot,” Mortimer replied with a shrug. For a second, Ryan had forgotten he was a brutal mob hitman beneath all the silliness. “With one exception, Mortimer hasn’t seen anyone recover from deat—”

“Murderer!” Reload snarled suddenly, charging at Mortimer with his weapon raised. The hitman quickly took a step backward to dodge. “You’ll pay for this!”

Len raised her water weapon at the Dynamis hero, hitting him with a stream of liquid; he dropped his laser blade in surprise, perhaps having been blinded by anger. Instead of propelling Reload backward though or cutting him in half, the water shifted around the hero and formed a dense, three meters-wide bubble around his body. When Shortie closed her water pump, the bubble stabilized and kept Reload immobilized.

“Thanks,” Mortimer said, before grabbing Reload’s laser blade as a trophy. “How long will it last?”

Shortie didn’t answer. She didn’t want to.

“She can’t talk?” Mortimer asked Ryan, who deactivated the laser blade and put it in a belt pocket.

“Yes she can, but not to you,” the courier said. “Also, you’re a jackass.”

“Hey, she was a corpo, why do you care?”

“She was my new archenemy, Mortimer!” Ryan said, raising a finger at the man’s mask. “You don’t kill a man’s archenemy! It’s like stealing his wife!”

“Oh, really? Sorry, poor old Mortimer is quite the ladykiller.”

Mortimer liked his comedy pitch black, like his soul.

Unfortunately for him, Len didn’t find the joke funny, and instantly raised her weapon at his face. “Hey, calm down!” the hitman protested, pointing his rifle back at Shortie. “What’s up with you?”

“I should have let him kill you,” Len said, clearly struggling against her instinct not to bubble the hitman to death. “You’re just as bad as the Meta.”

“Len.” Ryan turned serious, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s not worth the hassle.”

If she attacked him, then they would have the entire Augusti family after them. Ryan could handle them, but Len… didn’t need that trouble right now.

The aquatic Genius remained still for a few seconds, before lowering her weapon.

“Anyway, you’re the Underdiver, right?” Mortimer asked while appraising Len warily; unlike her, he hadn’t lowered his rifle. “Miss Livia said you were in charge of the evacuation effort.”

“I called bathyspheres already,” Len finally spoke up, her tone icy. Vulcan must have paid her to keep a few in standby as escape pods.

“Good, I was in charge of clearing the way and then getting our VIPs out,” Mortimer said, slowly sinking back into the ground. “I will be back soon.”

“You want to evacuate?” Ryan asked, pointing at Neptune repelling Dynamis’ air forces. “We’re sort of winning.”

“Bite me, Miss Livia’s orders,” Mortimer said while disappearing, “and you don’t argue with the money.”

Once he was gone, Ryan glanced at Reload’s watery prison, the Violet Genome trapped in a bubble he couldn’t escape from. His power restored him to his physical prime whenever he ran out of breath but never granted him the strength to escape. “Does it pop out if I stick a nail in it?”

Ryan couldn’t see the face beneath her helmet, he didn’t have to be a precog to sense his friend’s sorrow. “He murdered

eyes.

a Meta, Riri. She was... she didn’t even use lethal force

replied with a sigh. “You get used

heard you say yet,” Len said. “Riri, you can’t… you can’t

stick to you, it just gets overwhelming after a

answer to this. “I’m… I’m doing this for you, Riri. To pay you back. But that’s it. When this is over, I’m done with

and co all perish before him.

what cost?” Len asked him, shaking her

“Don’t what, save people?”

these people anything. That mindset of yours, it’s destroying you!” she protested, before looking at Wardrobe’s remains. “I

the difference between them was, Ryan could save everyone

his trail of thoughts. “When this is over, let’s go

“Away from what?”

all but pleading. “It

me back in your

a moment, with the courier wondering if

some hesitations. “I… it won’t be easy, but… yes. I… I don’t think I ever wanted you out

silent, as his oldest friend struggled

us,” Len admitted, flinching as an explosion echoed nearby. Neptune had knocked out one of the last helicopters from the

would have time to get comfortable in each other’s presence once again. If anything, this loop had been worth it

vaguer terms, in case anyone

Len said. “I think they are digging

tell where this was going. He grabbed his phone and tried to call Vulcan, unable

bathyspheres emerged from the

Mortimer emerged from the ground, holding both Livia and Narcinia with his naked hands. It seemed he could

second Mortimer released her, Livia managed to keep her composure. At least,

have?” the

her head. “Hector cannot back down

consuming her flowers. “I… I wanted to

younger girl, before barking orders at Len. “Underdiver, we start evacuating immediately. Mortimer, you will go back

close the hole, and the Dynamis Genomes seemed to have started bailing out. “I mean, it’s crappy,

keep dying,” Livia replied, a look of brief concern breaking through her tranquil expression. “My alternate selves. Their life is snuffed out in an instant, and I can barely see the cause. I assume Dynamis has

he protested, before adding

phased through the ground once more, while Len assigned a bathysphere to everyone. “Riri,

Narcinia frowned at

a larger variant of the one Shortie used for delivery runs, optimized to hold multiple people inside. He sat on a crimson, semicircular bench, and immediately noticed seat belts. The bathysphere was equipped with multiple

girl to move inside. The Augusti Princess stopped midway, a strained frown on her face. “I… I don’t

stopping with one foot inside the bathysphere, and another

don’t get it,” the Augusti princess said. “It’s all bright

back, a sharp, translucent blade grazing her cheek and

out a scream as an invisible force pulled her backward and out of the

an invisible force; Ryan could see the hint of a hand covering her mouth, and he immediately guessed who was responsible. He

to locate the invisible Genome; glass shards emerged

it’s true.” A voice came out of nowhere, but Ryan instantly recognized it

Narcinia. Clearly, she could see Mr. Windshield perfectly fine. “You appear together a

carrying Narcinia above the ground while keeping a hand on her mouth. If she couldn’t draw blood, the Green Genome couldn’t use her ability. “A power that could have helped the world, as her mother

a brief look of remorse flashing on her face. “Start by giving me back my mother,” the Augusti princess said as she regained her composure, her face

assassin and handsome courier worked on the same team, he seemed determined to pretend otherwise. “But he will

her frown deepening. “If