The Perfect Run
Chapter 74
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.
android schematics to Vulcan. “That’s Mechron tech,” she said, half-worried, half excited. “Where
As for how, well, that will depend if we can…” Ryan let the sentence hang as he channeled his inner evil mastermind, “help each other out. Genius to
like one of those
Ryan replied bluntly. “But I have a
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 yourself. You
Ryan loved a good Faustian bargain. He had a good idea what she would ask. “And how could I help you,
new Wyvern movie at Star Studio,” she said, “Trash
”Give me time to buy myself the right costume, and I’ll set the stage on fire. Don’t forget to turn on your TV when I
will. Impress
Ryan’s evil plan started
the time to contact the
should even call him. He didn’t trust that man, as their previous partnership had ended in betrayal and disaster.
someone capable of removing Psyshock’s sabotage. A Genius specialized in brain-altering tech, who could perfect the
it was no
had to
the end, the courier used a channel long unused, a gruff
Ryan said, his fists clenching
unsure of himself. His confusion quickly turned to anger though. “Damn it, you
had tried to put Ryan’s brain in a jar. Though Alchemo didn’t remember his failed attempt, the courier never forgot. Especially since
heart, you selfish brat!” the old Genius complained. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to you right now! What, you feel lonely
in my favor,” Ryan interrupted the
reeling back. “Where?” he asked, his
Rome. I’ll send you
bring the Doll with me. She won’t take no
Junkyard coordinates by text. As he did, the President received
accepted his
the oval office’s door. Probably an intern wanting to play Bill and Monica. “You may enter,” Ryan said, a hand on Eugène-Henry’s back as the doors opened. Sarin and Mosquito walked into the room, much to the
answered, missing the joke. Ryan guessed it was Mr. Safelite checking up on the Meta-Gang’s activities. “Everything else is
the bunker,” the courier explained. “We’ll hold Rust Town for now, but no
“I mean, we already hit their people hard. They aren’t going to forget it, even if we stop targeting
request.’ “We’re going to make a live peace offering to the Augusti, and then
care less, Mosquito seemed a bit worried about the new foreign policy.
we are at war with Dynamis,” the time-traveler pointed out. “We have always been at war with
good idea. Psyshock
a vocal minority?” Ryan asked,
lowered his head. “No, Mr.
Ryan replied, as Eugène-Henry leaped out of his hands and took over the studio’s bed. “Empowering people to do as
I asked,” Sarin said, slightly
Ryan said, having
eating rats in
make him immune to mutations,” Ryan explained. “And I also know someone who consumed two colored juices without
head perked up in interest.
figure out a cure for the Psycho condition.“ Especially since Dr. Tyrano had seemed confident he could make one, if someone
asked, having rediscovered his
my bedbug friend,” the president said as he rose up from his chair,
a discussion
with Frank replacing the broken Street Fighters arcade game with a Donkey Kong one. The strange, faceless mutant called Incognito
around a large table. Gremlins brought them juice and snacks, with the plushies poking the creatures with sticks when they proved late or clumsy. Sometimes, these terrible influences even encouraged their children to do
with a hairbrush. However, the handle looked like it was
The plushie was learning.
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 to any Psycho in
said with its booming alien voice, as the courier walked into its lair. The studio had been emptied of all amenities, except the knockoff crates. All that remained were cold, barren metal walls. “I
I need to understand how, my Lovecraftian friend. Truthfully, I don’t even understand what you are.” Ryan closed the door and rested
rules… distilled chaos...” The creature struggled to find a way to explain it. “It is why… the others
rebel? The very nature of its powers made it unstable and reluctant to bond with a human? “Is that why the Alchemist didn’t
undo the rules by our nature… the rules which bind your universe together… if you lack anything by which you
the ability to rewrite
an unstoppable juggernaut
Mechron had been acceptable.
had been
to the Black. You mean the Black dimension? There is one for each
me back… this lower reality… it is maddening… your gravity constrains me… your
our dimension?”
entity answered with a burst of emotion. “I am… I am not free… to take any
if I find a way to send you back, you understand that I keep turning back time? You
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