The Perfect Run

Chapter 83

It had been two loops since Ryan last met Vulcan in the flesh. The sight of her mech descending from above filled him with nostalgia, and longing.

Ryan stood in front of the bunker’s entrance, as Vulcan landed her vehicle atop a pile of trash. She climbed out of her metal suit, stood atop it like a pintsized conqueror, and smirked. “I love what you’ve done with the place,” she told Ryan, after giving a cursory glance at the Junkyard.

Mechron’s mech guarded the entrance while surrounded by burning helicopters; all of them bearing Dynamis’ logo. And yet, Ryan didn’t pay much attention to them. He only had eyes for this fierce woman, who once saved him from Hannifat Lecter at this very spot. His heart had beat for her then, and it still did so today.

“What’s wrong?” Vulcan asked, amused. “Have you fallen for me at first sight?”

“Even if I disappear…” she had said, all but pleading. “Promise you won’t forget me.”

It hurt just like the first day.

“Something like that,” the courier lied, before making a mock reverence to hide his saddened gaze. “Welcome to my humble abode, Miss Sharif. You didn’t have any problem bypassing the blockade?”

“I designed Dynamis’ anti-aerial weapons.” Vulcan shrugged, as she climbed down from her mech to join him. “They’re far too slow for me. So are your defenses, for that matter.”

“Try me!” Vulcan’s head snapped at Mechron’s scorpion mech, as a cheerful voice came out of it. “Fastest toaster in the west!”

Vulcan studied the mech with renewed interest. “I thought Mechron made sure his slave AIs couldn’t talk back?”

“We uploaded a new personality matrix worthy of this mighty machine,” Ryan explained, tapping one of the mech’s legs. “One perfect for the job.”

“I’m a toaster, I burn stuff,” the mech replied. “I’m pretty one-dimensional in what I want.”

It was the best kind of minion. The one that loved its dirty work.

With the Land dealing with any intruders on the ground with quakes, and Toasty bombarding any flyer, the Private Security’s haphazardous attempts at raiding Rust Town had failed miserably. Eventually, they simply decided to besiege the district. A ring of tanks and soldiers prevented anyone from moving in or out, and warships blockaded the harbor; in theory, nothing short of a teleporter would allow the Meta-Gang to escape.

A pity Dynamis didn’t know about the bunker’s underwater access. Ryan had carefully edited it out of the plans he sent to Nora, in case she connected the dots. Dynamis would devote all its resources to besieging Rust Town, leaving their HQ vulnerable to a sneak attack.

The fear of Ryan’s A-bombs would keep the megacorporation from attempting anything drastic, but only for a short while. Eventually, they would figure out a way to neutralize his weaponry, but by then it would be too late.

“Still, I’m surprised you showed up,” Ryan admitted, as he invited Vulcan inside the bunker. “Associating with us won’t be good for your reputation.”

“A deal is a deal,” the Genius replied with a smirk. “And a man humiliating that bitch Wyvern in front of the entire city is a man after my own heart.”

“If I don’t make it, go to Laura. Because she’s so fucking perfect!”

And it took New Rome’s destruction for them to bury the hatchet.

“Perhaps I can make the deal even sweeter?” Ryan raised his hat, and drew an A-bomb from it.

Vulcan raised an eyebrow at the courier, but accepted the gift gracefully. The happy face she made whenever he offered her this bomb delighted Ryan. “Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Yes,” the president replied, knowing she would love it. “Is it working?”

“I dunno,” she answered with a laugh, playing with the beautiful metal ball. “Mine are bigger than yours.”

“You haven’t seen my full arsenal,” Ryan replied, unable to resist. “I polish it every day.”

Vulcan smirked coyly. “I only believe what I see.”

Damn it.

Ryan could tell that if he put on the charm, Vulcan would fall for him again. They shared a natural, playful chemistry, the same love of big bombs and innuendos. Holding her in his arms and kissing her would feel like going home to his wife, after a long trip. It would feel just right.

“Don’t replace me with another Jasmine.”

And yet, Ryan had made a promise to Jasmine, his Jasmine, and would abide by her wish. Even if no one would hold the courier responsible if he broke his promise… he respected his old girlfriend enough not to betray her last request.

If only he had completed the brain-transfer machine before… before that cursed loop.

“Make sure this disaster never happens again, okay? Kill that fatass.”

At least he followed through with that promise.

Ryan led his ex-girlfriend down into the corridors overseeing the bunker’s hangars. Vulcan stopped at the repaired glass windows, observing the submarine and the tech gathered here. “A full Mechron base, right below our feet,” she whistled, as Ryan gave her a tour of the facility. “You really hit the jackpot.”

workplace. “You just put in the design and

what weapon do you want from me exactly?” she asked, putting a hand on her

a false sense of security, and then

plan to take over the

spoke, the more her wit pulled him in. “Well, if you want

had finally overcome most of the mainframe’s remaining firewalls, giving the group access to Mechron’s key files.

the data, but long story short, Mechron found ways to streamline the Flux energy a Genome radiates with biomechanical implants. The underlying theory is the same

Knockoffs were synthetic lifeforms mimicking the properties of genuine Elixirs. Though they weren’t sentient unlike

create microscopic portals to them with sufficient

started experimenting with biomechanical warbeasts capable of great destruction. His artificial

Mechron could have achieved, had the madman lived a few more years. If he had perfected his Elixirs and outfitted his

Elixirs, and far less

me to create a suit of power armor,” Vulcan guessed,

technology, Ryan knew his favored spitfire could create a magnum opus. The design would also incorporate Len’s signal tech, hopefully allowing the courier to send

he would need Len’s help for it, and his best

it?” Ryan asked, once they reached the recreation area. Sarin, Acid Rain, Mosquito, and a few others had gathered in front of a TV post put on the

the day

There

Jasmine’s last words, and they summed her up perfectly. She always gave it

“They’re going to talk

Hector Manada denied everything and tried a silent campaign, enforcing a newsban to cover up Ryan’s revelations. But the

Tower’s entrance, accompanied by Enrique ‘Blackthorn‘ Manada and PR specialists. Of course, Wardrobe always dressed chic, a pillar of culture among fashion disasters. Felix’s claw marks had healed, but he didn’t bother to hide his frustration. As for Wyvern, her face was utterly blank and

glanced at the news ticker, each information worse than the last. ‘Unexplained explosions continue, children still missing after daycare

incidents across town. Tensions were at an all-time high, Dynamis was stretched thin, and

a stage and face an

isn’t corrupt,” Ryan

frowned at him in response. “Who told

Jasmine.

person by the end. Jasmine had been willing to give up her grudge, but Vulcan wouldn’t move on by

course condemned the Meta-Gang’s

the images shown on this so-called Mr. President’s video were genuine,” Wyvern said, her expression stoic and professional. “Or if his accusations about the dangers of Knockoff Elixirs

courier braced himself for

“They are.”

Wyvern as if she had lost her mind. Clearly,

revelations. Perhaps he had wanted to say such

The young kitten simply walked away from the press conference, and

checked,” Wyvern continued, her face twisting in anger and bitterness. “I cannot stay silent about this, nor remain with an organization capable of something so terrible. As such… I am permanently stepping down from my position as Il Migliore’s leader, though

with an explosion of questions from the reporters, and

simply joined

“All according to keikaku.”

lab where Ryan had fought Mechron’s spider mech was no different. Though the machines hadn’t

removed her helmet, and grinded her teeth together as a mechanical arm gathered a few drops of

Ryan asked Livia, worried for her well-being. He could

I will not regret it,” Livia said, covering her naked arm with her sleeve once

of Italy by virtue of having two powerful abilities with no side-effects. A cure for the Psycho syndrome would

“My father said we had been chosen by fate, but… I’ve always

as results appeared on the

as he offered Livia his arm. The precog responded with a charmed smile, as she accepted his

the meat said! Now stop barking, and look. We will make

the skeleton and major organs; spots of orange and violet colors flared all over the body, like oil

Helen’s results?” Ryan asked, Acid Rain having served as the first test

her Elixirs rewrote around fifty percent of her DNA, and they conflict. Sometimes the Orange Elixir affects fifty-one percent of her

Genius uploaded a second picture, which Ryan assumed represented Livia’s bio-signs. The Augusti princess was almost entirely blue in color, with a slight

Genius continued his explanation. “Most of her genetic code has been

Blue Elixir

purple spot. “However, around two point five percent of her DNA has been rewritten by the second, Violet Elixir.

Livia’s powers coexisted without conflicting or fusing. “The million dollar question being why this happened,” Ryan said. “And why only two point

smug confidence, happy to see the

will enlighten me, oh

with humans. With Homo Sapiens. So far, all attempts to have Elixirs bond to animals

a workaround,” Ryan muttered. “Using technology to mimic a

if… what if they had been on the right track?” Braindead mused. “Just not close

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