The Perfect Run
Chapter 81
Scratching Eugène-Henry’s ears, Ryan mentally rehearsed his villain speech. He had put on the war hat, and prepared for battle.
Since Frank and the improved Mosquito were too big for the presidential van, the group instead switched to a light black truck and put the heavy-hitters in the back. Tea drove with a bandit’s hood covering her face, which made the android look like a hostage-taker. Sarin sat at the front, while Ryan kept the second row of seats for himself.
“Ah,” the Doll said while she looked at the road. “I feel nostalgic. It reminds me of the times we went out on picnics outside the farm.”
“Except with more mayhem,” Ryan added, his cat meowing on his lap. “And property damage.”
“This better be worth it,” Sarin said while typing on a tablet. “Even with the bunker under our control, we’re taking on Dynamis. The gov.”
“No, we’re putting big business back in its place,” Ryan replied. “If my plan works, and it will work, Dynamis will be too busy tearing itself apart to target us. Besides, Hector’s ultimatum ends today. Either we leave, or he does.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” His second-in-command marked a short pause, as she looked at the road. “Ryan, that bloody thing on the video... it’s inside all of us?”
“Inside everyone who took a Knockoff Elixir.” Which according to his calculations, covered around ten percent of New Rome’s population. Knockoffs cost a lot, but not as much as a house, and both Dynamis and Augustus made extensive use of the substance to bolster their forces.
One in every ten people they crossed on the street could become a Bloodstream clone at any moment.
“So almost all the gang,” Sarin said. “Whoever thought it was a good idea deserves to get shot.”
“Tobacco companies kill half their clients,” Ryan replied. Knowing Darth Manada, he probably thought the profit margin was worth the risk.
“They can’t get away with it,” Tea argued. “That’s monstrous.”
“Agreed.” Sarin nodded sharply. “And besides, they refused to pay us after all the risks we took fighting Augustus. Sweet revenge it is.”
“Sarin, Darling, are the videos ready?” Ryan asked.
“Yes, but Dynamis will probably take them down within minutes. They control the Dynanet and the airwaves.”
“Most, but not all of them,” Ryan said, as the truck stopped to pick up the crew’s last member. She opened the door to the courier’s left, and climbed inside the car.
For her first villain outing, Livia had settled on something simple, yet elegant: a black lounge suit with a red shirt and necktie underneath, alongside a Daft Punk-inspired helmet with the same color scheme. The outfit, while unable to hide her feminine curves, gave her a stylish androgynous look.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Ryan introduced his new sidekick. “I present to you the one and only First Lady of our presidential regime, Queen Crimson!”
“Greetings,” Livia shyly introduced herself to the group. “I… I’m honored to meet you all.”
“Welcome, I’m the Doll!” Tea introduced herself warmly, while Sarin let out a grunt. “We’re going to have a fun time, you’ll see!”
The gynoid sounded disturbingly eager to participate in a criminal enterprise.
“Mr. President.” Ryan turned his head, Frank glancing through the window separating the light truck’s seats from its cargo. “Are you a Mormon?”
“No, though I will probably have to call myself a god at one point.” He couldn’t finish a villain run without one megalomaniacal speech or two. “Why such a question, Agent Frank?”
“You have the new and old First Ladies in the same car,” the giant explained. “Unless one of them is an intern?”
“I have only one wife, Agent Frank,” Ryan said, looking into the giant’s eyes. “And her name… is AMERICA!”
Well, the courier once had a rockstar phase with all the debauchery it implied. By the loop’s end, he had so many groupies, he didn’t remember half of them and could no longer walk straight. However, mindless sex’s novelty had quickly worn out. Ryan preferred an exclusive, intimate relationship with one person; something with a deeper connection than superficial lust.
He was looking for a soulmate.
“The Underdiver won’t be joining us?” Livia asked, a bit curious.
Ryan’s mood instantly worsened. “No, she won’t.”
Knockoff test, Shortie had locked herself in her room and refused to leave it. She didn’t let anyone inside, not even Ryan or Sarah. While the Genius had loved her father, in the end, that relationship was an open wound that never healed. All the progress she had
could only help her if she
sorry,” Livia said, upon
to
Ryan couldn’t see her face beneath the helmet, he would have bet his hand that she looked embarrassed. “Do you like
Ryan reassured Livia, Eugène-Henry moving from his lap
towards Dynamis’ Star Studios. “I know cats have nine lives, but
everything will happen as I have foreseen,” Ryan said ominously, before
asked. “What
“According to our schedule, we have roughly one hour before Wardrobe and the others check-in
Dynamis’ Star Studios. The park already buzzed with activity, an army of technicians and interns moving towards the cafeteria for their morning coffee shot. Two guards lazily controlled cars trying to get past the security checkpoint, none of them wearing power armor. As
their seatbelts?” Tea asked, her hands tensing on the driving wheel as they approached
“Loud.”
that even
checkpoint like a bull at a matador. The guards jumped off the side of the road to dodge, as the
the supervillain crew exited the car. Ryan carried Eugène-Henry in his hands, Livia struggled to put Fisty over
finally understood the danger
Mosquito said as he exited the truck’s container alongside Frank. Having overfed on high nutrient blood, the bugman had almost doubled in size. The crimson flesh beneath his exoskeleton had turned green, his muscles swelling until they became almost grotesque. Ryan thought he should change his name to Beefcake. “That’s the last time I share a ride with you,
Ryan said. The Doll grabbed a rocket launcher
the warehouse’s entrance with a shockwave, while Beefcake took flight and ran circles above the studio. Ryan walked into the hole first,
terrified secretaries, interns, and workers too afraid to stop their advance. Most of the security guards weren’t paid enough to fight a band of Genomes, but one did dare to threaten Ryan with a gun. The courier froze time and disarmed him with one
eventually reached a door protected by a keycard lock, reading the words ‘News Studio’ written on it. “Agent Frank?” the
around, and quickly noticed a terrified technician with a keycard around his neck; Ryan quickly identified him as Kevin, one of the scriptwriters working on the movie in the previous loop.
spilling the coffee all over the floor, and dangled him in front of the lock like a toy. The door opened upon registering
he dropped his victim onto the floor. From the brown spot on
Ryan said while moving through the open door, only for Frank to walk through the walls around it as he followed. To
room the size of an apartment, with half the walls covered by a large 3D screen. A well-lit anchor news desk faced two cameras, and a horde of low-wage slaves kept in eternal darkness. A handsome, brown-haired anchorman sat on a leather chair, having been ready to deliver the morning news when the Meta-Gang invaded the
long, replaced with cowering silence as Frank and the Doll herded half a dozen technicians into a corner.
Doll promised the hostages, even as she threatened them
hostages, don’t coddle them,” Sarin said, as she hooked her tablet to a recording device. Livia stood in the background, too anxious to say anything. The Augusti princess didn’t have much experience
space. The man rose from his seat without a word and joined the other hostages, leaving the courier free to
enough?” Ryan asked Livia, as he adjusted
your hat
and basked
said, forcing a cameraman to focus on Ryan’s
technicians, noticing a young teen with brown hair and acne. “You’re
“U-uh, yes sir!”
With milk and sugar.” The young teen immediately fled out of the room to fulfill his
the courier scratched his cat’s ears, and introduced himself to the camera. “Good morning, America! While it’s saddening you won’t hear the weather report—spoiler warning, go to the beach today—oh boy, will you get something better. I am Mr.
was born
band that took over that dump of a northern district. We are currently
A-bomb on the
terms. “Using highly sophisticated Genius technology too complicated for you to understand, this device can induce a thermonuclear detonation that will burn the whole city to ashes. If I were you, I would pack your stuff
hardly see the hostages’ faces with all the lights aimed at him, but he heard some
desperate enough to go to
edge, as far away from Ryan as
go now?” the intern
He noticed Livia pushing the intern towards the other hostages, but didn’t pay much attention. “Now, perhaps you're wondering why this is happening, so we compiled a
desk broadcast his recorded talk
fit within a five minutes length, but such were the rules of sensational journalism. He would
behind Ryan. “My agreement was with your predecessors, and
can continue where they
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