The Perfect Run

“So, let me get this straight,” Wyvern asked, floating above the street outside Ryan’s hotel bedroom. “You came to New Rome hunting for the Meta-Gang, who managed to uncover a cache of Mechron tech beneath Rust Town. You also strongly believe that someone in Dynamis, probably Hector—namely, my employer—hired them to harass the Augusti.”

“Pretty much, yes.” Ryan nodded, wearing nothing but his underwear.

Wyvern smiled. “Am I being pranked?”

Was it because Ryan refused to wear a shirt? He had been replicating the plans for Vulcan’s armor when the superhero knocked on his window to make her sales pitch. “I would like to joke about it, but no, I’m serious.” The courier raised a thumb up. “Honest.”

Wyvern crossed her arms, a frown on her face. “Do you have any proof? These are dangerous allegations.”

“You can ask Ghoul,” Ryan said, pointing at a cooler next to his bed. “He makes the best ice cream.”

The superheroine’s frown only deepened. “But you didn’t let the Private Security bring him in custody.”

“I won’t surrender my favorite cooler,” Ryan replied. “Or else your incorruptible mooks will let him escape.”

“This meeting is going as well as I thought it would,” Wyvern lamented. “Let’s assume for a second that this isn’t some conspiracy theory and that I believe you. Why are you telling me this?”

“Because somebody trusted you.”

“Somebody?” Wyvern put her hands on her waist. “Quicksave, it will be difficult for us to build a degree of trust if you play your cards close to the chest. All in all, I find your tale rather… flimsy.”

“Well, she said you were naive too,” Ryan said and shrugged.

“I will not set aside what you said, but I only have your word on it. While you have a reputation for reliability, your psych evaluation implies you are highly unstable and prone to attention-seeking behavior.”

“Duh, you can’t make life a comedy without an audience. If you’re alone, it’s just a tragedy.”

Wyvern sighed, before offering Ryan the Dynamis business card anyway. “While I’m not sure you will follow through after what you just said, I suggest you meet with my manager. See if you are a good match, clear this up.”

“I hope he won’t mind if I bring a bottle of weedkiller?”

Wyvern couldn’t help but chuckle in response. “I wouldn’t try if I were you. Enrique isn’t fond of aggressive negotiations.”

And with those unwise words, Dragon Mom flew away and left the courier alone.

She didn’t believe Ryan, but at least the superheroine gave him the benefit of the doubt. It didn’t surprise the courier all that much. Wyvern didn’t know him well yet, and had been doubtful even with Mosquito’s testimony in an earlier loop.

And at long last, Vulcan called immediately afterward.

Ryan briefly hesitated to take the call, worried about how it would go. He eventually braced himself for the impact and answered. “Quicksave Deliveries?”

“What did the bitch tell you?” Vulcan’s encrypted voice asked.

The mere sentence sent a chill down the courier’s spine.

He had heard it before.

“My name is Vulcan,” the caller continued. “I represent the Augusti. We are the organization that runs things in New Rome, and most of Italy. Whatever the winged lizard promised you, we can offer more. We need people who get things done.”

Ryan listened to his former girlfriend the way one did a recording. “I’m sorry, mystery voice,” he interrupted her sales pitch. “But have we met before?”

immediately. Perhaps he had called her out on a bluff. Perhaps she was toying with him, only to reveal that the armor had worked. That for once, things would be

words hit

I would remember if we

ember of

bothering to check the email notification. “We own the establishment. Come tonight, alone, and don’t make us wait. We never

Yet, she just did.

More than twice.

the perfect product to rednecks, only to be

blue cooler, Ryan

just say?” Shroud asked his visitor, a glass shard aimed at Ryan’s throat while his shack’s

Cooler bought, you get one free, Mechron-made orbital laser!” Ryan opened the box, with Ghoul’s skull glaring at him from within. “Made by Third

the chit-chat,” Mr. See Through all

friend, the sales won’t last forever,” Ryan mocked him. “You’re wasting a

name gives you power?” Shroud threatened. “I was ready to risk discovery when I came to New

satellite, called the Baha…” Ryan tried to look for the exact

windows all fractured when he said the

aimed at his guest’s throat. He sank on his chair in front of the shack’s computers, hands clenched. “Okay,” the vigilante finally said, at a

While he had grown to know the glass manipulator through the various loops, he was still wary of confiding in him so early

his hands on the Bahamut.” The mere thought

Ryan had never seen him startled that much before. That could only mean one thing.

you haven’t been in contact with any of

I’m not naturally outlandish?” Ryan asked with mock outrage. “I’m shocked, I tell

his fingers fidgeting. The news really had him worried. “Why are

hurry up because I can’t destroy the bunker alone.” At

caliber means our team has a lot of turnovers. After our last outing, the

their tactics. Why rely on asymmetrical warfare to weed out the enemy if you

protectorates for long,” Shroud

away from success too,” Ryan added, like the cherry on the cake. The Meta-Gang destroyed New Rome on May 18th, though the courier doubted it would happen on

intel…” Shroud joined his

“How long?”

that went a lot better than expected. Ryan thought he would have to argue for hours, but the threat was dangerous enough for the Carnival to finally throw caution to the wind. “If it’s confirmed, I will

of the bargain,” Ryan said while moving

replied, trying

don’t

Meta-Gang, then this may only be

both hands on his waist. “What about your planned hits on the Augusti? Because I won’t

the Meta-Gang’s employers,” Shroud declared, although it clearly wounded him to admit it. “Augustus is a monster and his business kills thousands each year, but he will sit on his mountain unless

apartment bombing

You have my word. At least, until Mechron’s legacy is put to rest once

time for a

he could stand an Augusti run so

kept clinging to false hopes when clearly the odds didn’t favor him. Time and time again, the courier had thought he could confide in someone, and not have it all wiped away with his inevitable death. Yet he kept reopening old wounds, instead of just… letting

Ryan muttered to himself, exiting Shroud’s shack with a heavy

only to find someone had

blue eyes dazzling Ryan with the splendor of their nobility. The creature meowed ferociously at the courier, who immediately recognized

it was Eugène-Henry. The courier could recognize the noble

be in the orphanage at this moment, and he never showed up at the old harbor in any

out a loud ‘meow’ sound, demanding to be petted. So Ryan obliged, raising his hand to