The Perfect Run

“You’re not a human,” the film scriptwriter said. “You are a who drank a human-shifting Elixir.”

Ryan remained silent a moment, before exchanging confused glances with the and Atom Cat. All three of them sat in chairs next to a cardboard cutout showing Wyvern transforming into a dragon, and faced two Dynamis screenwriters with very strange ideas. “I’m sorry?” the asked, sinking in his chair while in human form. “That’s not my tragic backstory!”

“Yes, yes, we understand, but…” The first scriptwriter reminded Ryan of an accountant, his greedy eyes hidden behind glasses; he had traded his artistic soul for a suit, and it wasn’t even made of cashmere. “It won’t sell.”

“What my colleague wants to say is that it’s not inspirational enough.” The other, meanwhile, was a walking Hollywood cliche. Some thirty-something year old guy who thought wearing a sweater and sneakers made him look trendy. “Your public persona is marketed towards young children, and your story… I’m sorry to say it, but it's depressing.”

Ryan kinda agreed with them on that front. When the told everyone about how he became a superhero, the courier had expected a funny adventure. Instead, he listened to an epic personal journey straight out of a Rocky movie.

“I thought it was pretty inspirational,” Atom Cat argued. “There were so many twists and turns...”

“Yes, but people don’t buy tickets to see a hero struggle,” Four-Eyes said. “They go to a movie to have a good time. Everybody says they hate power fantasies, but they sell well.”

“Which is why I think you’re a goldmine, Quicksave,” hip writer said. Ryan looked at the pass around the man’s neck, finally learning his name was Kevin of all things. “We can make so many cool scenes with your power, I think you might become the next action movie franchise.”

“I’m more of an R-rated black comedy material, to be honest,” Ryan said with a shrug.

Felix glanced at the growing more and more annoyed. “What do you think?”

“The is glad to get a movie at all, to be honest,” the manbear replied.

“Do you want to be portrayed as…” Felix struggled to find the correct wording. “An uplifted mascot?”

“Also, that’s not how Elixirs work,” Ryan pointed out. “We had an exposition scene like two hours ago.”

“Moviegoers don’t care about how it works or doesn’t work,” Mr. Four-Eyes said. “But a bear becoming a human will appeal to young children better than the other way around.”

“I understand your skepticism, but that’s because you haven’t read the full ‘Pandamania’ script,” Kevin argued with a smile. “The movie starts with an eight-year old boy—”

“I’m out of here,” Felix said abruptly, rising from his seat and looking at Ryan. “Coffee break?”

“Coffee break,” the courier replied, before patting the on the back. “Want something, my young pandawan?”

“Nothing, thanks Sifu,” the Green Genome replied, a bit embarrassed. “Coffee gives me ulcers.”

Ryan and Felix left the alone with the corporate madmen, walking through Star Studios’ warehouse six. After Tyrano’s extensive testing, the team went there to both film a stinger scene at the end of the latest Il Migliore movie, and discuss possible plans for individual franchises. Countless engineers, actors, and technicians worked inside these walls, and though Il Migliore was Dynamis’ cash-cow, the company’s cinema branch produced everything from romantic comedies to action flicks.

Ryan had expected Vulcan to wreck the place, but the Genius was strangely quiet during this loop. A shame. He would have enjoyed a little chaos, since Dynamis focused entirely on bland money-makers rather than more innovative movies.

Wardrobe was busy acting as Wyvern’s stuntwoman, wearing the superheroine’s costume while she floated in front of a green screen; computer engineers then replaced Yuki’s face with a CGI of her template. The more he learned about Wardrobe’s power, the more Ryan thought the ‘copyright’ limit was only her way to systematize it. From what he understood, her power instead decided if a persona was ‘available’ for copying, or if it belonged to someone else. Since Dynamis allowed her to cosplay as Wyvern, she could do so, even if the persona was copyrighted.

It would also explain why she could dress as Augustus. Lightning Butt piggybacked Zeus’ myth so much, people had started to conflate the two personas together.

“You know, kitten, something has been bugging me about Dr. Tyrano,” Ryan admitted, as they made their way to the nearest break room.

“His dinosaur obsession?”

“No, the name,” Ryan explained. “Shouldn’t it be Dr. Tyranno with a second ‘n’? Like Tyrannosaure?”

“I thought only the french wrote it like that,” Felix replied with a snort. “Besides, it’s his true name: Alain Tyrano.”

“The dinosaur scientist’s family name is Tyrano?” Ryan asked with an eyebrow raised. “That’s like calling your son Van Doom, and he grows up to be a supervillain.”

as trendy and aesthetically pleasing as possible. Equipped with a window view of the park outside the studios, the hall included leather

of you to assume I have one,” Ryan replied. “Usually, I just wing things until

“Why did you join Dynamis exactly? I can tell you aren’t the celebrity type, and that you’re playing a long

The machine quickly started pouring a cappuccino inside

asking

“Not milk? I’m disappointed.”

change my superhero name, will you stop with

“No, I won’t.”

sighed as he grabbed his cup, motioning at a sofa near the window. Both heroes sat on it, peacefully looking at the green scenery beyond the

Ryan figured as much. “Because they force your sister to

how much do you know about me? Are you some sort of

would drive an Aston Martin,” Ryan joked, enjoying the smell of his cappuccino. “I know you’re the son

the situation. “Make sure I’m not a reverse-mole supplying info back to my family? Because

he probably considered Atom Kitten more valuable as a potential hostage or intel source than as a

at one-upping him

to Len. “Even dead and buried... he still holds

the question burning on his lips. “Did

Cat flinched

forced one to make

to the fold. Nobody in the Augusti seemed likely to turn their back on the organization, except Vulcan,

the window, and Ryan quickly identified what. A very familiar rat observed the duo from beneath

a frown.

asked, wondering if a rat swarm would suddenly

you don’t know

I’m sure you’re

friends once. Enough that we ended up sharing a flat for a few

“What changed?”

where Zanbato works. The casinos’ staff distributes it to clients, either for recreational purposes

“Chitter,” Ryan guessed.

the animals to their mistress and…” Felix stopped for a moment, looking into the distance. “It was… it was

Ryan put a hand on his teammate’s shoulder. “Don’t force yourself

affect Genomes? When we found her, the stuff had given her an overdose. She had blood pouring out of her nose and eyes, Ryan.

frowned, having already guessed.

Ryan. It enslaved her body and soul.” Atom Cat made a disgusted face. “That was

“But not for Zanbato?”

the Augusti, and he can’t fathom a life outside it. Yeah, he went the extra mile to keep Ki-jung clean, but he was just trying to assuage his guilt. He doesn’t want to support the Bliss business, but at the end of the day, he does

and tossed it into the nearest trash can with

‘It’s for the greater good of

a lot with his own. “You

me, Ryan…” Felix sighed. “My family kills so many innocents, and it corrupts good people too. I thought Dynamis could help me change that,

can change,” Ryan said, trying to cheer him up.

in response. “You

untrue,” the courier replied with seriousness. “It can always improve. But you have to keep trying even if you fail,

wasn’t sure if these words were meant for Felix or Ryan himself, but he had to say them anyway. Both fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither knowing what to say next,

And then, calamity struck.

“Felix!”

shiver down Ryan’s spine, like death crawling out of the underworld. Felix had the exact same reaction, his eyes

her legs for everyone to see. She smirked triumphantly when everyone ogled at her, glancing at Ryan as if expecting

fury though, Ryan ignored her entirely to focus on the keycard dangling from her neck. Where did she

question. Of course a pass would