The Perfect Run

President Ryan browsed through Hannifat Lecter’s files, with Eugène-Henry sleeping on his lap.

He had inherited his own oval office from his late predecessor, though it was square-shaped. Mechron had built living quarters in the bunkers to host Genomes in his employ; each studio was around twenty meters squared in size, including a kitchenette, washroom, beds, and shelves.

Most importantly, each room also had a computer with access to the base’s system. While the bunker used several different independent networks to run its operations, Adam and Psyshock had compiled a lot of useful data. It took Ryan hours to crack the firewalls, but it had been worth it.

Besides a map of the bunker, the time-traveler had gotten his hands on several of Mechron’s unclassified files. Most were android schematics, but some delved into truly revolutionary technology, such as spaceships to lifesaving cybernetic enhancements. Such a shame that Mechron had used his talent for destruction, instead of serving humanity. Ryan had the feeling the world would be a far better place if someone else had inherited his power.

This data was but a taste of what the central mainframe held, and Ryan shuddered at the mere thought of someone like Augustus getting his hands on it; anyone unlocking the bunker’s full capabilities would have a credible shot at world domination. The place could produce robots, weapons of mass destruction, and of course, grant control of the Bahamut.

Most importantly, Ryan now knew how the Meta-Gang learned of the bunker’s existence. Big Fat Adam and Psyshock had been studying leftover tech in the Old Rome’s ruins, and captured a still active research probe reporting to the bunker’s central AI. They tracked the source of its directional signal to New Rome, hoping to plunder its technology.

And now, it was Ryan’s turn to crack this metal vault.

After reviewing the files, the President used the bunker’s computer system to contact a few Blue Genomes. The first was Livia, whom he texted asking for a neutral meeting to clear things out. The second was the Architect, Yuki’s girlfriend, whom he anonymously contacted through an encrypted call.

“So, let me get this straight,” Nora’s voice came out of the computer. “You’re building a Genius tech-based bunker, and you want me to see if I can crack it open as a stress test?”

“Yes, we are constructing a safe space to protect our clients from a second Genome apocalypse,” Ryan lied while scratching his cat’s ears, causing him to wake up and purr. “We would like to hire you to review the plans. See if you can find any structural weakness we could deal with. Of course, this job will stay strictly confidential.”

Nora would get a strongly edited version of the plans, so she doesn’t blow the whistle on the operation. At least, until Ryan had unlocked its full capabilities.

“I guessed that already,” the Architect replied with a chuckle. “Especially since your image feed is all dark, mister…”

“President,” Ryan replied, having already settled on his supervillain name. “Mr. President.”

She shrugged. “That’s an odd name, but I’ve heard worse. However, I must warn you that my consultancy doesn’t come cheap, and I already have work to do for Dynamis. I don’t think I can deal with your project in the following weeks.”

“Which is why you will work exclusively for our government from now on.”

“I’m not sure I foll—”

“Check your bank account for the down payment.”

After a short silence where Nora actually followed through, Ryan heard a gasp from the other side. “That’s… that’s a lot of zeroes.”

Thankfully, Ryan’s hidden second superpower was money.“Enough to temporarily set aside your previous obligations, Miss Moore?”

“I think it could be arranged!”

“Goooood,” Ryan said, his cat rejoicing at the plan coming together. “I will forward you the data and have you start immediately. Also, I have been informed you are on good terms with the superheroine Wardrobe?”

“We are close friends, yes,” Nora lied. Perhaps she tried to minimize public knowledge of her private life. “Why so?”

“Well, I was wondering if she made costumes on the side, besides superheroing? I’m in dire need of a presidential costume, but I don’t want to be stonewalled by her agent.”

“Wise, it would take weeks before you can talk to her directly. The PR managers are worse gatekeepers than Cerberus. But sure, I could ask her to contact you. What kind of costume are you looking for?”

“A cashmere one.”

Was there ever any doubt?

After recruiting his first Genius, Ryan called his favorite one after Len. He dreaded to have this conversation, especially since it would mean interacting closely with her for weeks. Time may have passed, but the wound remained fresh.

“Who is this?” Her surprised voice came out of the computer. “How did you get this number?”

Hearing Jasm—Vulcan’s voice made Ryan bristle, but he stayed in character. “Do you like weapons, Miss Sharif?”

“Are we playing twenty questions, or you’re just being a creep?”

“I love weapons, Miss Sharif,” the POTUS ranted while ignoring his ex-girlfriend. “I love building a big cannon, charging it, and unloading the payload. I love planes, tanks, and submarines. I love ordering drone strikes in the morning. I believe bullets are the best foreign policy.”

“I’m hacking your location. You’re going to regret prank calling me.” Her confident tone turned into a bark of frustration. “Damn it, you’re using proxy servers?”

“How would you feel about supplying an assault on Dynamis HQ?” Ryan inflicted the first strike. “Humiliating Wyvern, and crushing the corpos with an unstoppable technological advantage?”

Of course, he knew how to please her in all the ways that mattered. “I’m listening.”

“My name is Mr. President, and I’m going full Teddy ‘Trustbuster’ Roosevelt on Dynamis. Too long have corporations thought themselves above the law. My law.”

Since the deal with Manada needed Psyshock’s complicity and Ryan would get rid of him soon, the alliance would inevitably collapse. Besides, the POTUS needed to get his hands on Dr. Tyrano, and he doubted Dynamis would open the doors of Lab Sixty-Six even to their ‘allies.’ Big Fat Adam had confirmed in a previous run that the bunker had the infrastructure to produce Elixirs, so the courier could manufacture his own supply.

“That’s Mechron tech,” she said, half-worried, half

am. As for how, well, that will depend if we can…” Ryan let the sentence hang as he channeled his inner evil mastermind, “help each

really fishy. You sound like one of those Saturday

course I do,” Ryan replied bluntly. “But I have

“I admit you have my curiosity, and if you really intend to hit Wyvern where it hurts, then we’ll get along great. But you need more than just tech to bribe me. You said it

idea what she would ask. “And how could I

is currently filming a new Wyvern movie at Star

right costume, and I’ll set

I will. Impress

evil plan started taking

was the time to contact the last Genius

previous

to safely transfer Len’s memory map, he needed someone capable of removing Psyshock’s sabotage. A Genius specialized in brain-altering tech, who could perfect the machine

no longer about

he had to

the end, the courier used a channel long unused, a gruff male voice coming from the

his fists clenching and startling his cat. “It’s

as if still unsure of himself. His confusion quickly turned to anger though. “Damn it, you cursed fool! It’s been two years, two years since you vanished without a word, and you’re

Alchemo didn’t remember his failed attempt, the courier never forgot. Especially

selfish brat!” the old Genius complained. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to

in my favor,”

back. “Where?” he asked,

Rome. I’ll send you the

bring the Doll with me.

sending the Junkyard coordinates by text. As he did, the President

had accepted

said, a hand on Eugène-Henry’s back as the doors opened. Sarin and Mosquito walked into the

intercept,“ Sarin answered, missing the joke. Ryan guessed

curing his victims, laying low, and conquering the bunker,” the courier explained. “We’ll

“I mean, we already hit their people hard. They aren’t going to forget it,

answer from Minerva.” She even agreed to his ‘special request.’ “We’re going

Mosquito seemed a bit worried about the new foreign policy. “War with

time-traveler pointed out. “We have always been

think that’s a good idea. Psyshock

you’re becoming a vocal minority?” Ryan asked, scratching Eugène-Henry’s ears. “Are you leaving

bugman lowered his

hands and took over the studio’s

Sarin said, slightly annoyed. “I meant about the

an idea,” Ryan said, having

he’s eating rats in the

immune to mutations,” Ryan explained. “And I

up in interest. “Like

the Psycho condition.“ Especially since Dr. Tyrano had seemed

asked, having rediscovered

bedbug friend,” the president said as he rose up from his

discussion was long

broken Street Fighters arcade game with

game around a large table. Gremlins brought them juice and snacks, with the plushies poking the creatures with sticks when they proved late

handle looked like it was made of a carved

The plushie was learning.

and moved towards the Elixir reserve. The Black Elixir had been granted his own empty studio near the recreational areas, with Ryan granting it the task of surveying the knockoffs. The President knew better than to give that task

alien voice, as the courier walked into its lair. The studio had been emptied of all amenities, except

you are.” Ryan closed the door and rested his back against it. “You are an Elixir, right? One

explain it. “It is why… the others were taught… to fulfill their

of its powers made it unstable and reluctant to bond with a human? “Is that why the Alchemist didn’t produce

we undo the rules by our nature… the rules which bind your universe together… if

Ryan the ability to rewrite time

Augustus into an unstoppable

Mechron had been acceptable.

Black Elixirs had

I should send you back to the Black. You mean the Black dimension? There is

it is maddening… your gravity constrains me… your causes have an effect, and your effects must have causes... I

sense in our dimension?” Ryan summed the problem

to take any shape I wish... unlike the other

as terrifying to this entity, as the slime was to human beings. “Thing is, even if I find a way to send you back, you understand that I keep turning back time? You might be yanked back