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?”

toying with him, only to reveal that the armor had worked. That for once, things would

words hit him like a

I would remember if

ember of Ryan’s hope died

to check the email notification. “We own

Yet, she just did.

More than twice.

You traveled for miles to pitch the perfect product to

a blue cooler, Ryan faced his

shard aimed at Ryan’s throat while his shack’s computer servers hummed in

box, with Ghoul’s skull glaring at him from within. “Made by Third World children paid five

See Through all but

Matty, my friend, the sales won’t last forever,” Ryan

draw blood. “You think knowing my name gives you power?” Shroud threatened. “I was ready to risk discovery when I

Adam is trying to access the control panel of a Mechron-made orbital satellite, called the Baha…” Ryan tried to look

shack’s windows all fractured when he said the

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

While he had grown to know the glass

Adam the Ogre gets his hands on the Bahamut.” The mere thought

that much before. That

satellite,” Shroud declared. “It’s possible there was a leak from someone like Nidhogg, but you haven’t been in contact with any of the survivors as far as I know. Also, if you wished to deceive me, you

naturally outlandish?” Ryan asked

aren’t,” Shroud replied, his fingers fidgeting. The news really had him worried. “Why

can’t destroy

our team has a lot of turnovers. After our last outing, the Carnival doesn’t have the

that explained their tactics. Why rely on asymmetrical warfare to weed out the enemy if you were in a position

can’t leave their own protectorates for long,” Shroud admitted.

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

intel…” Shroud joined his hands, his fingers intertwined. “If

“How long?”

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 Augusti and deliver on my end of the bargain,” Ryan said while moving towards the door,

trying to

I don’t

“If you are correct and Dynamis hired the Meta-Gang, then this may only be the tip of the

hands on his waist. “What about your planned hits on the Augusti? Because I won’t oblige unless I have your word that

to admit it.

serial apartment bombing spree until we’ve

know about that?” Mr. See Through shook his head. “Whatever. You have my word. At least, until Mechron’s legacy is put

a Dynamis run

this way. Ryan wasn’t sure he could stand an Augusti run so soon

odds didn’t favor him. Time and time again, the courier had thought he could confide in

hope is a scoundrel’s last refuge,” Ryan muttered to himself, exiting Shroud’s shack with a heavy heart. Hope was all he had, once the loop had stripped him away

his Plymouth Fury, only to find someone

cat slouched on the car hood, his magnificent blue eyes dazzling Ryan with the splendor of their nobility. The

carefully. It… yes, it was Eugène-Henry. The courier could recognize the noble animal’s lazy, prideful attitude

and he never showed up at the old

demanding to be petted. So Ryan obliged, raising his hand to scratch the animal