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.

Psycho’s life is nasty, brutish, and short.” Ryan put his hands

a little anxious about this operation. Many of the circumstances that made it possible wouldn’t repeat, from Psyshock going to the past, Sarin acting as a guard, or Darkling using Ghoul as a vessel

started looping, this

reaching the mainframe, after all, which meant that the things on the other side could kill Genomes. One laser to the head,

hadn’t gotten this far without taking

his coil gun,

day, I’ll show you a vibrator...” His second-in-command raised her hands, and blasted the steel door away with

was immediately welcomed with a hail of laser

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

The giant crushed anything in his path, his body absorbing the machines’ metal parts

group followed. Ryan and Alchemo remained at their formation’s center, with the Psychos

All hell broke loose.

as the walls opened to reveal twin miniguns on each side. A volley hit Ink Machine by surprise, but

of the group, Ryan froze time and shot both weapons with his coil gun. Thankfully, the projectiles were

minions, thankfully, didn’t stay idle. Sarin assisted Frank by blasting away robots with shockwaves, with the Reptilian tackling any tin can approaching her too closely. Ink Machine

appearing like an ethereal woman of shining light at first glance, Ryan had realized the truth upon closer examination: her tentacled shadow was the real her, and the shining woman a mere illusion. And that shadow could kill. When it hit the robots’ shadows, their bodies suffered the same

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

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

they moved, avoiding friendly fire, and coordinating almost perfectly… they weren’t

within minutes, that same intelligence had identified Alchemo as a key target; perhaps because Ryan and the others focused on protecting

from attacking robots to protecting the Genius. The ooze swirled around Alchemo like a barrier without touching him,

This time, they focused on Ryan. Five robots unleashed a volley of lasers in his direction, and a sixth attempted to tackle

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 sixth robot’s chest in with Fisty. “Haven’t you looked

bowler hat the moment time resumed, infuriating him. Ryan angrily retaliated by shooting down the machines holding Gemini with

of a large dome, with the ceiling layered with holographic projections representing the solar system. Ryan noticed a red

he didn’t have time to look at the beautiful spectacle, as small holes opened all over the dome. Eye-shaped drones flew through, and opened fire at the group with submachine guns. Darkling immediately reshaped itself into

Blast doors on the

the ground-bound machines, his metal body shrugging off lasers easily enough. Unfortunately, his lack

both to push his second-in-command

used on Gemini, except this time with greater numbers. Eight robots grabbed the Psycho’s shadow from all sides, and then

with sustained laser beams. The liquid Psycho dissipated into colored steam,

death so

he had a brief respite, near a junction between the dome’s wall and the floor. “The structural

started targeting the spot with shockwaves. Cracks slowly

defensive wall around her, Alchemo, Ryan, and the Reptilian. Only Frank was

to the

us!” he ordered, while Sarin leaped

Reptilian and Ryan to grab him like a potato sack before jumping into the void. Frank and

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 replaced with

A Genome research lab.

to be Elixirs. The Reptilian,

we going next?” Sarin asked, pointing at two

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

and released colored 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 wisely

enhanced senses allowed him to notice slight vibrations.

without a boss at the end. “Braindead, behind me,” Ryan said, pushing the Genius closer to Sarin. “Reptilian,

that, Mr. President,” the

to mimic a choking

blast door opened a few seconds later, and a three meters-tall machine walked through. The creature looked like a vat on six steely spider legs, with two mechanical hands at the front. Crimson liquid swirled inside the vat, as an energy bolt raced through the substance; Ryan could see

at the robot, but never reached his target. The machine pointed a hand at the Psycho, and a crimson glow

a telekinetic Genome. A true telekinetic, capable of applying force to

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

its attention towards Ryan, raising a steel hand

immediately moving away from his current position and firing a shot. The coil gun’s projectile bounced off the strange glass protecting the red substance,

robot, 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

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

fun to banter with a mindless machine. The courier might as well be speaking to a wall, so he focused on

telekinesis; the courier couldn’t afford smashing the glass container in close combat, or he might risk being drenched in

had been fashioned for war, and didn’t rupture from the

but the machine attempted to grind him into paste with its remaining arm. Though the time-traveler managed to activate his time-stop and move

moment to slither through the ceiling’s hole, and fell directly on top of the

eldritch horror swallowed the machine with its black ooze, its mere proximity negating the machine’s telekinesis like Alphonse Manada’s radiation. The shoggoth dissolved

fled into the tunnel, leaving

into the bunker’s command room, crimson lights and screens flickering above his head. A red forcefield shielded the central, biomechanical brain, which Alchemo desperately attempted to bypass. Sarin, meanwhile, struggled to hit the turrets

he reloaded his coil gun and

Then, he started riding it like a bull, forcefully aiming it at the other weapons in the room. A hail

provided suppressing fire, the Chernobyl cosplayer released her gas at the metal pedestal holding the giant brain; part of it rusted, and caused the forcefield to short-out. Alchemo immediately used the opportunity to climb

the previous loop, the Genius intertwined with the giant brain, nailing it with his syringe-fingers and connecting to the alien machinery.

that Ryan had seized deactivated, much to his

turrets

privileges and ID credentials, so it registers

or gunfire,” Ryan said,

lost a few redshirts, but the information gathered on the defenses would serve

if to answer the courier’s thoughts, the screens around 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