The Perfect Run

“No.”

Watching the Dynamis CEO’s face on his computer screen, Ryan scratched his cat’s ears. This G2 conference call wasn’t going well. “I think I misheard, Mr. Manada.”

“I said no,” Hector replied, the two using a secure channel to communicate. “No more Knockoffs. My agreement was with your predecessors, and their demise changes everything.”

“Certainly we can continue where they left off.”

“Listen to me, you little shit,” the CEO said, his calmness all but gone. “I know you met with the Augusti and hashed out a peace agreement. Psyshock brainwashed people on my staff, inside my house. Your people didn’t deliver and backstabbed me. So why should I honor my side of the bargain?”

How did he know about the meeting with Livia? Ryan had done his best to cover it up. Either the CEO had an advanced surveillance system, or plants among the Augusti. Perhaps both.

As for his reaction… Ryan thought the Dynamis/Meta-Gang alliance had collapsed in the past because Psyshock’s death ruined the brain-copying project, but he was mistaken. In truth, the brainjacker had initiated a slow, insidious takeover of Dynamis, brainwashing staff members and executives one by one. Psypsy’s demise had exposed his treachery, and made Hector Manada aware of the Meta-Gang’s true, nefarious intentions.

If only he hadn’t been greedy enough to hire them in the first place...

“Then I guess I will reveal the recordings of your discussions with the previous administration,” Ryan said, upon realizing he couldn’t maintain the old juice connection. “Because they kept recordings.”

Hector squinted. “Are you blackmailing me, Mr. Romano?”

“I prefer the term plata o plomo, Mr. Escobar.” Ryan always thought the CEO looked like a Colombian cartel leader.

“Then you’re firing blanks. A scandal will cost me less to cover-up than another knockoff delivery.”

“Then perhaps your competition—”

“We both know Augustus will never forgive the attacks on his territory, even if you submit to him. Your group signed its death warrant the moment you shook the hornet nest.”

That was why he had hired the Meta-Gang in the first place. They were the only Genomes mad enough to take on the Augusti in spite of the deadly consequences, except the Carnival. Still, Ryan had one last card up his sleeve. “Then I should reveal what’s inside your knockoffs. I’m sure your people will love buying a Psycho-in-a-can.”

Ryan had to give it to the man, he had a good poker face. But the courier could see the tension at the edge of his gaze. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I know what you and your pet scalie keep in Lab Sixty-Six.”

“No, you don’t.”

Damn, he wasn’t biting. For all his faults, Hector Manada was cautious enough not to reveal truly incriminating information. Unlike Psyshock, he knew how to deal with bluffs. “Bloodstream.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Hector replied with a smug, punchable smile. “Do you have any proof?”

“I’ve analyzed the knockoffs,” Ryan lied. “I can publish the results.”

The CEO didn’t believe him, or at least not fully. But the courier could tell he had hit close to the mark. There was a link between the knockoffs and Bloodstream, as much as Ryan loathed to admit it.

“Many have tried to discredit our work, and yet we remain.” Hector Manada joined his hands. “Here’s my one and only offer, Mr. Romano. You keep the knockoffs, release my technicians, return my technology, and skip town within forty-eight hours without making waves. You will carry the secret of this agreement to your grave, and I will let you be. This experiment will have been a failed joint venture, but maybe we could make another deal in the future.”

Yeah, right. “And if I don’t file for bankruptcy?”

“Then I will answer with force,” Hector stated the obvious. “Enrique and Wyvern have been pestering me about sending Il Migliore to drive you out of Rust Town. My stamp of approval is the only thing standing between you, and annihilation.”

Gee, another big business threatening the government. It almost made Ryan want to become a socialist. “I’ll consider your offer.”

“Forty-eight hours, Mr. Romano. No more, no less.”

Ryan cut the communication, and Sarin entered the oval office soon afterward. “So?” she asked. “How did it go?”

“Everything is going according to plan,” Ryan said sinisterly, Eugène-Henry purring on his lap. Hector Manada had walked into a trap without even realizing it, and the courier had secured two days of non-interference. “Is everyone ready for the operation? We’re storming the mainframe or we’ll die trying.”

“Yeah, but there are new people at the Junkyard’s entrance. They fit the descriptions you gave us about that brainy guy and his robot daughter, so Gemini didn’t shoot them on sight.”

Alchemo had already reached New Rome? He must have dropped everything and left right after Ryan gave him the call. “Bring them to the hangar, Miss Vice-President.”

“Gotta ask, you’re sure of what you’re doing, right?” Hazmat Girl asked, a little worried. “I mean, even with our losses in manpower, we’ll run out of juice soon. You really don’t want to see the others when they’re missing their shot.”

Having lived with Bloodstream for years, Ryan had a pretty good idea how it would turn out.

hangar, only to meet with a rabbit plushie in a corridor. The terrible creatures had grown more numerous lately, and without any

toy asked,

but the abomination

play outside!” the plushie insisted, one of its paws

of future destruction pacifying the beast of the

dragging an old, 1986 Fleetwood Bounder right next to the unused

brain-in-a-jar for a head and syringes for fingers.

covered her arms with synthetic skin, making her truly lifelike. If Ryan didn’t know her true nature, he might have mistaken her for

at Ryan the

the leader of the free world with a military salute. “Your guests have

Ryan congratulated him, while the Doll moved in his direction.

the face with

took a step forward. “Wait, wait, it’s okay!” Ryan calmed his bodyguards

country girl

word for two years, and that’s all you have

his cheek. He could have dodged with a time-stop, but a part of

all you deserved,”

were a free-spirit, and

doing, only to receive a confused answer. As it turned out, he had referenced events erased in a previous loop,

crushed him so much he had erased

hated… they had done all the things Tea had dreamed of, like visiting

how Jasmine forgetting him had hurt, Ryan simply couldn’t stand carrying the burden of a shared past alone,

behind had cared. That the little time they remembered spending with the courier had

what else to say. “I’m

hold a grudge. “But you

I’m not a tincan pretending to be human,” Sarin

because I owe this biological waste of

you hated Psychos?” Tea asked, a little fearful for his well-being. “They… they aren’t forcing you to work

snorted. “You got it the other

added. “We

a civil war for control of this great nation,” Ryan said. “Now I’m trying to find a cure for the Psycho condition… and to help a friend in need, first and

concerned, Ryan’s words only aroused Alchemo’s

sake.” Tea put her hands on her waist. “But there’s still one person

glanced at the minivan.

Tea replied, utterly serious, “yes he

deep breath, and carefully opened

had brought a sizable part of his workshop, from wetware computers, multicolored jars of questionable content, miniature brain-scanners…

edge of the car, facing the

vocalizer mimicked

others’ stares peering on his back. This was awkward. “You have wheels

tired of watchin’ TV all day.” Unlike the others, there was no hint of reproach in the toaster’s voice. “Two years, Ryan. Two years. I hope you toasted a lot of chicks in that time, because

probably reduces your opportunities,”

The toaster let out a click sound. “Damn, I missed you, man. I love life

of words. “What, you thought the plushie was my first creation?

scraping the bottom of the barrel when he made me,” Toasty said as he drove out of the car and onto the bunker’s floor. “A lil’ bit of advice, don’t let him tinker in his boxers. You’ll spend days

down at Ryan’s creation with

feel I'm being judged

my life, I wanted to settle in France,” Ryan explained, “my greatest anxiety was to wake up with a lot of bread...

hand on her gas mask without a word. “You know

not even the worst thing he did!” Braindead snapped, having held a grudge for years. “That dumbass equipped my

cleanup routine,” the Doll replied, not at all embarrassed by the

you slept with a robot?” Sarin asked Ryan, finally putting

with everything and everyone.” Though in the end, after centuries of experimentation, Ryan discovered he was mostly attracted to human-shaped women. The courier wouldn’t say no to a new experience, like Darkling, but

the bunker for what it was. “Did you escalate from drug dealer to terrorist when

country does

in front of Mechron’s scorpion war machine. “Could you upload my personality matrix into it?

Alchemo asked Ryan, while the toaster happily rolled around the mech. “For another

replied dryly. “As I

and his daughter exchanged a glance, their demeanor changing from angry to concerned. “Show me,” the

block. His comatose friend slept on an operation table, hooked to a respirator located right next to

the other patient in the room was insufferably