The Perfect Run
Chapter 51
“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?”
out on a bluff. Perhaps she was toying with him, only to reveal that the armor had worked. That
next words hit him like
I would
that, the last ember of Ryan’s hope died
check the email notification. “We own
Yet, she just did.
More than twice.
You traveled for miles to pitch the perfect product
blue cooler,
Shroud asked his visitor, a glass shard aimed at Ryan’s throat while his shack’s computer servers hummed in the background. It was so cute, how he thought the courier actually
orbital laser!” Ryan opened the box, with Ghoul’s skull glaring at him from within. “Made by Third World children paid five cents per hour and sold at
chit-chat,” Mr. See Through all
forever,” Ryan mocked him. “You’re wasting
you power?” Shroud threatened. “I was ready to risk discovery when I came to New Rome, and I fear nothing. So last warning: spill the
satellite,
fractured when he said the
sank on his chair in front of the shack’s computers, hands clenched. “Okay,” the vigilante finally said, at a loss of words. “Okay, how did
most,” Ryan lied. While he had grown to know the glass manipulator through the
the Bahamut.”
seen him startled that much before. That could only
haven’t been in contact with any of the survivors as far as I know. Also, if you wished to deceive
naturally outlandish?” Ryan asked with mock outrage. “I’m
aren’t,” Shroud replied, his fingers fidgeting. The news
up because I can’t destroy the bunker alone.” At least not yet.
fighting threats of Augustus’ caliber means our team has a lot of turnovers. After our last outing, the Carnival doesn’t have the numbers to take on
weed out the enemy if
allies, but they can’t leave their own protectorates for long,” Shroud admitted. “Leo didn’t
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 the same date again. “Tell your
your 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 wind. “If it’s confirmed, I
and deliver on my end of the bargain,” Ryan said while moving towards the door, leaving the boxed Ghoul behind. “You still owe me ninety bucks for the
trying
don’t do
the Meta-Gang, then this may only be the tip of the iceberg. Wyvern
hands on his waist. “What about your planned hits on the Augusti? Because I won’t oblige unless I have your
don’t have resources to wage war on both the Augusti and Dynamis, if it turns out they’re 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
stop your serial apartment bombing
head. “Whatever. You have my word. At least, until Mechron’s legacy is
time for a Dynamis
he could stand
time again, the courier had thought he could confide in someone, and not have
himself, exiting Shroud’s shack with a heavy heart. Hope was all he had, once the loop had stripped
to his Plymouth Fury, only to
with the splendor of their nobility. The creature meowed ferociously at
Fury, examining the cat carefully. It… yes, it was Eugène-Henry. The courier could recognize the noble animal’s lazy,
it be? The cat should be in the orphanage at this moment, and he
sound, demanding to be petted. So Ryan obliged,
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