The Perfect Run
Chapter 65
Sitting on a sofa right next to the inactive plushie, Ryan stared into the abyss of the Tyrrhenian Sea. He found it relaxing to wake up to the sight of silent darkness and mutated fish, especially after he had grown used to New Rome’s noisy environment.
Each ‘apartment’ was a carbon copy of the other, each tenant free to decorate their own as they saw fit. Ryan had of course brought his entire wardrobe, and thrown euro bills everywhere to protect himself from the specter of Vladimir Lenin. It certainly haunted this underwater kremlin.
As it turned out, Len meant that she had borrowed the Meta’s own submarine during the raid. Now the vehicle waited right outside the underwater habitats, and Ryan had an excellent view of it from his underwater apartment.
However, while the submarine had allowed Len to smuggle the Plymouth Fury to her base, it also meant that the Meta-Gang could reach the area if they wanted. The courier would keep it in mind for future loops.
“Don’t do anything rash,” Ryan jokingly told the plushie while rising up from his sofa. He then moved through the corridors linking the underwater habitats together. Shortie’s own lair was next door to his own, probably because she worried the courier might influence the kids without surveillance.
Besides her own habitat, Len had established a workshop close to the living spaces. Unlike the comfortable apartments, this part of the underwater base reminded Ryan of a steampunk factory, all metal walls, and steam pipes. It wasn’t as well-equipped as Vulcan’s, and far less organized; Len had hooked the servers administering the underwater base to Dynamis’ brainscan machine, while half-finished machines covered various workbenches. Len had hung designs of submarines, underwater cocoons, and even artificial fish on the walls to save space.
Most important, Ryan’s Plymouth Fury waited in a corner. Len had removed the Chronoradio’s components, the engine, and pretty much every piece of Genius tech inside. He knew it was a sacrifice for the cause, but the sight of his beloved car turned into a husk filled the courier’s heart with sorrow.
And of course, Len listened to Alexandrov Ensemble’s March of the Artillerymen while working. Even Ryan had to admit that it was a good song, but his Genius friend couldn’t look more Marxist even if she tried.
Thankfully, somebody else was already annoying her today. “But Mama, you said I would get a suit too!” Little Sarah complained to Len, carrying a cat in her arms. The Genius was sitting behind a workbench, working on the Dynamis tech. “That I would be the Little Diver!”
“Sweetie, I know… but I have to work on something else first…” For once, Len had traded her jumpsuit for simple blue clothes. She looked a lot more lively when she turned to face Ryan, perhaps because she felt more confident inside her lair. “Hi, Riri.”
“Hi Shortie, Little Hellion,” Ryan greeted them, before recognizing the cat in Sarah’s arms. “Eugène-Henry!”
“He showed up in my room this morning,” Little Sarah said, the animal meowing in her arms. “Did you bring him from the surface to the magical place?”
“No, he brought himself,” Ryan replied, immediately petting the placid cat behind the ears. The feline’s teleportation ability had an enormous range. “Also, it’s called the Commie-Cave.”
“The Ark,” Len said with a frown.
“The Commie-Cave,” Ryan insisted. “Corpos are a cowardly and superstitious lot. To instill fear in their heart, we must abolish private property.”
Len rolled her eyes. “If this is… a Batcave, what do we call ourselves?”
“The Hammer and the Sickle,” Ryan immediately answered. “The perfect union of peasant and working-class superheroes. The children can become our minions, the Proletariat.”
Len let out a small sound that the courier hadn’t heard in centuries.
“Ma?” Sarah asked, having never heard it either.
“Shortie, you chuckled?” Ryan asked. Len tried to look away to hide her facial expression, but he was persistent. “Even you must admit my jokes are funny.”
“No, they aren’t,” his old friend replied while trying not to smirk. “You’re bad, Riri. You’re so bad, it loops back to good. Like a… like a boomerang.”
“What can I say, all my jokes are state-approved by our soviet supreme.”
Len now wore a warm smile on her face, which in Ryan’s mind was worth all the runs so far. “I’m not like that, Riri.”
“What’s a soviet supreme?” Little Sarah asked while petting Eugène-Henry.
“Wait, you didn’t send her to the Party Congress?” Ryan frowned at Len. “These children will be lost without a good revolutionary education!”
Len shook her head, the smile still on her face. “I… I haven’t thought much about education,” she admitted. “I was… too focused on building the place first.”
“What’s a soviet supreme?” Little Sarah asked, before glaring at Ryan. “Talk, motherfucker.”
“It’s a bad idea,” Ryan answered truthfully before patting Sarah on the head. “And that’s all you will ever know.”
Sarah immediately stuck out her tongue at him, causing Eugène-Henry to meow loudly and leap out of her hands. He immediately took over a server as his throne, looking down at the humans like a noble sphinx.
“Sweetie, can you leave us for a moment?” Len asked Sarah. “I… I need to discuss something with Riri. Privately.”
Little Sarah looked at Ryan and Len in turn, her gaze turning very, very suspicious. “Yes, Ma…”
The little girl left while squinting at them, and Ryan sat on the workbench once she was gone. “Are you happy now? They will think we do adult things behind closed doors… though we did, long ago.”
“That was…” Len’s face turned embarrassed. “Awkward.”
“Well, it was both our first time.” And they had to do it in a hurry, so her father wouldn’t notice. “I remember it fondly.”
long gone. Ryan still longed for the emotional intimacy they once shared however. Maybe that was what
Livia felt whenever she
upon sensing
joining her
was his turn to feel uncomfortable. “An idea crossed my mind,” he admitted. “Did your father ever use his power on
if he had, I
could have done something more subtle.
me this?” Len asked, her smile
so. At first, I thought it was because he could sense blood and
“Like a... blood beacon?”
to live,” Ryan said with a frown. “He always managed
it a strong possibility. “You think… you think that’s what
blood sample to check, and the tools
studied Elixirs, right? Didn’t you… didn’t
erase any trace of your father specifically to prevent him from returning. I had nothing
now…” Len frowned. “Riri, if there is
project first? I… it’s dangerous, Len. It might take me more than one run to get into Dynamis’ labs, and I don’t want you to
Len cleared her throat. “But
to overcome, but Ryan remained an optimist.
send it… send it to a host,
your memories to your past self, then there
Len crossed her arms. “Should work
“Then where’s the catch?”
Len struggled to find the right words. “You need more power. More
caught on.
send signals, let alone the brainmap, back in time if
noticed the problem. “That wasn’t the case in the previous run. The Chronoradio was destroyed, and Jasmine and I created the armor afterward. Yet we still
don’t think I sent the Chronoradio messages, Riri. Or at least, not the previous me. It… it could have been a future
wrong about everything,” Ryan replied, scratching his hair. Only two time-periods could exist through his save point. “It has to be something else. All
sent
tried to remember the end of the previous run, and his trip to the Purple World. The visions he had seen, and the colossal entity he briefly
Ones are compassionate,
the Chronoradio message happened right when
who,” the
things fell into place. The cat had somehow gained powers across time, deliberately led Livia to the courier, and then appeared in
at random at all,” the courier accused Eugène-Henry. “You’re being teleported by something else. Something showing us
meowed
you… you’re talking
in the context,” Ryan defended himself, while Eugène-Henry licked his own shoulder. “You remember what I
dots. “You think the pyramid thing is…
starting to wonder if these visions,
find the right words. “I dunno, a bit far-fetched. And if it’s as powerful as you think it is, why do so
“It’s just a theory. But I find all these strange coincidences oddly convenient, and I’m convinced the people I saw in my vision are
Antarctica, right?” Len asked. “Could you
“I have only seen the night sky, not enough to pinpoint the exact position,
suggested. “With the submarine. Check, after… after we’re done with the
rest. Such
guess I better work on
a bathysphere to
A taxi.
the courier’s first Il Migliore loop. Private Security members protected the building from
familiar face leaving the hospital and climbing at the back of a
Narcinia.
the courier only caught a glimpse of her, Felix’s adoptive
in after a quick security check, and the courier found Wardrobe and the Panda waiting for him in the entrance hall. The former was talking with an unknown woman, and the latter texted on his phone
though the Panda was too focused on his task to notice. “I’m so glad you could
twenties, with shoulder-long brown hair and
smile, offering him her hand to
Wardrobe said with
gentlemanly way instead of shaking it. The woman blushed a little at the surprise attention, though the courier frowned at Wardrobe next in displeasure. “But she doesn’t have a costume. I’m disappointed,
know,” Wardrobe sighed.
an embarrassed smile, before glancing at Ryan. “I’m not a superhero, but an independent contractor
is amazing,” Wardrobe said with a bright smile. “Come
About The Perfect Run - Chapter 65
The Perfect Run is the best current series of the author Void Herald. With the below Chapter 65 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 65 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com