The Perfect Run

“This is the Berlin Wall,” Ryan said, as he stood between his troops and a blast door, “the last frontier between western civilization, and complete annihilation.”

He glanced at his minions, all ready to die for their country, and because they had little choice. Sarin kept her arms crossed, carrying herself with dignity in this dark hour. Darkling lurked in a corner, still sore about its nickname. Alchemo grunted, eager to see the mission done. The rest of the cannon fodder, Gemini, the Reptilian, and Ink Machine waited anxiously; knowing that as red shirts, their odds of survival were slim.

The Land, Mosquito, and a few others remained above ground to protect the Junkyard. Rakshasa had the critical task of appeasing their ever-numerous rabbit overlords, before their numbers reached critical mass; a doomed task, unfortunately. As for Incognito, Ryan had sent him to Dynamis, to lay the groundwork for the run’s final operation.

The last member of the crack team soon showed up, holding a black briefcase. “It’s here, Mr. President,” Frank declared, as he presented the holy item to his dark master. “The Nuclear Football. It came with the mail.”

Ryan held his breath, as he touched the soft leather with anticipation. He had been careful to order it through a complex route, so the sender wouldn’t learn her client’s identity, but his efforts had paid off. At long last, the courier’s diabolical plan had reached fruition.

“What’s that, Boss?” Sarin asked, a bit confused. “A secret weapon?”

“The only one that matters.”

Ryan stopped time, and when it resumed, his clothes had fallen on the floor except for the boxers. His display of manliness was welcomed with surprise and shock. “Oh my…” Ink Machine said, a bit surprised.

“Not again, you exhibitionist!” Alchemo complained. “If you lead us to battle naked, I’m taking the door!”

“Eh,” Sarin said, as she glanced at Ryan’s boxers. “I’ve seen bigger weapons of mass destruction.”

The president ignored the masses, as he slowly opened the briefcase and gazed upon the dark power within.

Wardrobe’s presidential costume.

Unlike his previous clothes, it was pure black and red; this time, there would be no more playing around. This suit was unlike anything Ryan’s foes had faced before: unrelenting, merciless, uncompromising.

Ryan slowly and silently put it on before his troops, to establish his stylish dominance over them.

The dark pants first, because it was cold in the bunker. They fit his body curves perfectly, and oozed villainous sex appeal.

Then he put on the black leather boots, to stomp protesters’ faces. With skull-themed socks.

A cashmere red shirt and black suit, Karl Lagerfeld style. Because when you embraced the dark side, you dressed German.

A strong and powerful necktie, to represent his authoritarian, unflinching leadership.

Velvet gloves, to choke his minions when they talked back.

A black jacket, that would flow with the wind when he looked threatening atop rooftops.

A red and silver mask covered most of his head, except for the eyes, so that his evil gaze may terrify children.

And finally, a savage bowler hat, to show he meant business.

No light. No hope. Only one word.

“Perfect,” Ryan said, deepening his voice to sound more intimidating.

His men remained too intimidated to say anything, except for the idiot of the group. “I don’t find it anything special,” the Reptilian said. “And I think it’s a bit too edg—”

In response, Ryan choked him with one hand.

It had taken him years to master this move, but the sudden lack of air and blood brought the Reptilian to his knees. The mook attempted to grab the president’s arm with his hands, but the lawful authority only strengthened his grip around his victim’s throat.

“I find your lack of taste disturbing,” Ryan said, his tone promising only death.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” the Reptilian managed to sputter, his reptilian face turning purple.

“I’m sorry who, handbag?”

“I’m sorry… Mr. President…”

Ryan released the protester, and let him gasp for breath. He glanced at the other Psychos, who all straightened up. Frank carefully grabbed the president’s old clothes and put them in the briefcase.

“Alright then, mooks, listen up,” Ryan addressed his troops, as he put his trusty coil gun around his belt, and the Fisty Brothers on top of his velvet gloves. “Our goal is to reach the base’s mainframe thanks to a shortcut, and allow our brain-dead friend to hook up with it.”

“I’m not—”

“Are you questioning my authority?” Ryan asked Alchemo. “Because I respect freedom of speech.”

The Genius glanced at the Reptilian, who had barely recovered from the choking. “Two years,” Alchemo said, “and it’s still the same nonsense.”

“I love democracy.” Ryan promptly continued with his explanations. “Your job is to make sure he reaches his destination. Frank and Darkling will force a path forward, and we’ll follow suit.”

The steel giant immediately made a salute, having put the briefcase aside. “Yes, Mr. President.”

No answer from his back-up though.

“Darkling? Darkling?” Ryan glanced at his favorite ball of black goo. “Darkling, are you giving me the silent treatment?”

“... my name not Darkling...” the slime answered unconvincingly, its countless eyes looking away.

“Then what is it?” the president asked smugly.

“... not Darkling.”

Alright, Not-Darkling it was.

nasty, brutish, and short.” Ryan put his hands on his waist, Darth Vader style. “Our fists

the past, Sarin acting as a guard, or Darkling using Ghoul as a vessel at

Ryan had started looping, this run would be a

Big Fat Adam had lost most of his men reaching the mainframe, after all, which meant that the things on the other side could kill Genomes. One laser to the

gotten this far without taking risks,

coil gun, “Sarin, be a dear

raised her hands, and blasted the steel door away with

welcomed with a hail

froze time, grabbed Sarin, and pushed her out of the way before a stray ray could hit her. On the other side of the broken door, the courier glimpsed a squadron of cyclopean androids, each firing rays from their single eye. They had assembled in

before bull-rushing the robot squadron. The giant crushed anything in

Alchemo remained at their formation’s center, with the Psychos forming

All hell broke loose.

to dodge a bullet, as the walls opened to reveal twin miniguns on each side. A volley

and shot both weapons with his coil gun. Thankfully, the projectiles were powerful enough to perforate the turrets, blowing large

with shockwaves, with the Reptilian tackling any tin can approaching her too closely. Ink Machine leaped around the room and used her liquid form to seep inside a robot and take it over, using it as a metal shield to protect

the truth upon closer examination: her tentacled shadow

lights suddenly increased in luminosity. Two robots moved their pitch-black shadows in such a way, that they seemed to

It had only taken the machines a few minutes to guess the nature of her power and figure out a counter. They had also realized that Frank could absorb metal on touch, and switched from trying to dogpile him

Worst of all, the way they moved, avoiding friendly fire, and coordinating almost perfectly… they weren’t individual

key target; perhaps because Ryan and the others

shouted while pointing at Alchemo, the shoggoth immediately switching from attacking robots to protecting the

focused on Ryan. Five robots unleashed a volley of lasers in his direction, and a sixth

couldn’t identify me as the leader until I opened my mouth?” Ryan taunted them while he activated his power. He leaped out of the lasers’ way in the frozen time, before smashing the

bowler hat the moment time resumed, infuriating him. Ryan angrily retaliated by shooting down the machines holding Gemini with his coil gun, freeing the Psycho. Her shadow

the next door. The new room beyond the hallway took the shape of a large

Eye-shaped drones flew through, and opened fire at the group with submachine

a blinding light. Blast doors on the

shrugging off lasers easily enough. Unfortunately, his

second-in-command

with greater numbers. Eight robots grabbed the Psycho’s shadow from all sides, and then started dismembering her. Gemini’s light body flickered out

Ink Machine, and incinerated her with sustained laser beams. The liquid Psycho dissipated into colored steam, her

only avoided death so far by staying near

brief respite, near a junction between the dome’s wall and

targeting the spot with shockwaves. Cracks slowly began

formed a defensive wall around her, Alchemo, Ryan, and the Reptilian. Only Frank was left out, but he clearly didn’t need help. Eventually, Hazmat Girl

path to

full general mode, barked orders. “Reptilian, with us!” he ordered, while Sarin

like a potato sack before jumping into the void. Frank and Darkling moved to cover the hole behind them, snatching any eye-drone attempting to follow through. The two titans remained there, brave Spartiates holding

bodies, some with their organs floating in colored liquid; while they had human features, the creatures’ limbs were unnaturally long, and part of their faces had been

A Genome research lab.

the walls filled the vats with what Ryan guessed to be Elixirs. The Reptilian, in particular, could barely

pointing

key point in the gallery’s right steel wall, right behind a green vat. If they collapsed it, they would

gas from her fingers. The wall rusted at an accelerated rate while Ryan raised his eyes at the hole above his head. Thankfully, Darkling had

The Reptilian shouted, his hands on the ground. Apparently, his enhanced senses allowed him to notice

it couldn’t be a dungeon raid without a boss at the end. “Braindead, behind me,” Ryan said, pushing the Genius closer to Sarin. “Reptilian, hold the line.

would rather avoid that, Mr.

mimic a choking motion, and

legs, with two mechanical hands at the front. Crimson liquid swirled inside the

target. The machine pointed a hand at the Psycho, and a crimson glow

capable of applying force to

the ceiling with such force, it flattened the Psycho. The scene reminded Ryan of a mosquito being crushed by

attention towards Ryan, raising a steel

time the moment he sensed pressure in the air, immediately moving away from his current position and firing a shot. The coil gun’s

can you touch yourself with that power?” Ryan taunted the machine, which answered by trying to slam him against a wall. Only the courier’s use of time-stop and enhanced timing allowed him to avoid the

machine answered by telekinetically ripping out steel panels from the walls, and throwing them at

might as well be speaking to a wall, so he focused on

the right moment, Ryan punched the machine’s left arm at the joints, snapping it in half with Fisty. He hoped it would disrupt its telekinesis; the courier couldn’t afford smashing the glass container in

had been fashioned for war, and didn’t rupture

the machine attempted to grind him into paste with its remaining arm. Though the time-traveler managed to

chose that moment to slither through the ceiling’s hole, and fell directly

the machine’s telekinesis like Alphonse Manada’s radiation. The shoggoth dissolved the Red Elixir inside the vat, absorbing the liquid

dark friend!” Ryan said as he fled into the tunnel, leaving his pet

the bunker’s command room, crimson lights and screens flickering above his head. A red forcefield shielded the central, biomechanical

as he reloaded his coil gun and opened fire at a turret. A projectile went through the machine

bull, forcefully aiming it at the other weapons in the room. A hail of bullets flew across the room once time resumed, but

part of it rusted, and caused the

brain, nailing it with his syringe-fingers and connecting to the

then, the turrets abruptly stopped firing a single shot. The one that Ryan had

the turrets as if

the admin privileges and ID credentials, so it

gunfire,” Ryan said, “so I would call this operation a

the information gathered on the defenses would

the mainframe showed videos of the bunker’s rooms, from the recreational area to the holographic observatory. Frank had piled up a hill of robots at the center, which somewhat obscured the camera’s vision of the room. Other