The Perfect Run
Chapter 76
“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.
towards the hangar, only to meet with a rabbit plushie in a corridor. The terrible creatures had grown more
play outside!” the possessed toy asked, hopping in front of Ryan’s
president, but the abomination wouldn’t
plushie insisted, one of its
replied, the promise of future destruction pacifying the beast of the end
next to the unused Mechron mech.
cyborg with a brain-in-a-jar for a head and syringes for fingers. It took Ryan all his willpower to keep a straight face at
Tea, alias the Doll, had changed a little. She was still a lovely redhead dressed like the stereotypical country-girl, but she had covered her arms with synthetic skin, making her truly lifelike. If
glared at Ryan
of the free world with a military salute. “Your guests
Frank,” Ryan congratulated him, while the Doll moved in his direction. “Hey, Tea,
slapped him in the face with enough force to
smithereens, while a furious Frank took a step forward. “Wait, wait, it’s okay!” Ryan calmed his bodyguards with a raised
former First Lady?” Frank asked, instantly calming down. “A damn fine country girl you found, Mr. President. It reminds me of my native
glared at Ryan. “No word for two years, and that’s
could have dodged with a time-stop, but a part of him thought he deserved it. “Was
you deserved,” Alchemo said
I understand you might have your reasons for leaving us. You always were a free-spirit, and that’s what I loved about you.” Tea crossed
asking how their robot cow was doing, only to receive a confused answer. As it turned out, he had referenced events erased in a previous loop,
so much he had erased that timeline
more about Doll than the other way around. He had learned everything about her past, everything she liked, everything she hated… they had done all the things Tea had dreamed of, like visiting France, but she only remembered a fraction of their shared experiences. From her point of view, Ryan and her had a brief fling; from his,
him had hurt, Ryan simply couldn’t stand carrying the burden of a shared past alone, especially after Braindead’s betrayal.
he looked at her, Ryan realized some people he left behind had cared. That the
Ryan said, not knowing what
hold a grudge. “But you have a great many things to explain. What are you doing
pretending to be human,” Sarin snarled,
reason we’re even here is because I owe this biological waste of
hated Psychos?” Tea asked, a little fearful for his well-being. “They… they aren’t
got it the
Frank added. “We arrested our alien overlords and
said. “Now I’m trying to find a cure for the
looked concerned, Ryan’s words only aroused Alchemo’s scientific curiosity. “A cure for Psychos,
time’s sake.” Tea put her hands
glanced at
replied, utterly
a deep breath, and carefully opened the van’s
computers, multicolored jars of questionable
to the edge of the
Ryan,” the toaster’s vocalizer
Toasty.” Ryan could feel the others’ stares peering on
was no hint of reproach in the toaster’s voice. “Two years, Ryan. Two years. I hope you toasted a
a toaster probably reduces your
click sound. “Damn, I missed you, man.
you thought the plushie was my
he was 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
glanced down at Ryan’s creation with skepticism. “Why
feel I'm being judged
in France,” Ryan explained, “my greatest
put a hand on her gas mask without a
having held a grudge for years. “That dumbass equipped
replied, not at all embarrassed by the open
you slept with a robot?” Sarin asked Ryan, finally putting the two
courier wouldn’t say no to a new experience, like Darkling, but he clearly had a weakness for female Geniuses shorter than him. “I even equipped
huh?” Alchemo changed the subject, instantly recognizing the bunker for what it was. “Did
our country does it,” Frank replied.
personality matrix into it? I mean, a giant robot is just a toaster with too much
Ryan, while the toaster happily rolled around
dryly. “As I said, a friend needs
exchanged a glance, their demeanor changing from angry
from Psyshock’s brainwashing assembly line into a true medical block. His comatose friend slept on an operation table, hooked to a respirator located
in the room was
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