The Perfect Run

It was May 14th in New Rome, and a handsome secret agent flew above the Mediterranean sea.

The wind brushing against his mask and magician's hat, Ryan peeked over his jetpack to look at Vulcan. The Genius was hot on his trail, piloting her slow, bulky mech. “Come on, you aren’t even trying!” the courier taunted his favorite dwarf over the intercom. It was the second round of the race, and she couldn’t catch up to him. “Then again, your mom was so slow, it took her nine months to make a joke!”

“The only slow thing will be your death when I catch up to you!” Vulcan snarled back as she accelerated, her mech thrumming like a supercharged car. Both contestants flew so close to the sea level that they blew water in all directions as they passed.

In spite of her threat though, Ryan maintained a decent lead as they toured Ischia Island; iron walls and wind turbines surrounded the radioactive dump, keeping the toxic purple miasma safely contained. Hidden turrets rose from the shoreline and pointed at the flyers, though their maker prevented them from opening fire at Ryan on sight.

“Why doesn’t your hat fall off?” Vulcan asked.

“It’s magnetized.” It came in handy for someone like Ryan, who favored acrobatics and explosions in his fights. “Also, you’re so slow, you make the post office look efficient!”

“You’re so fast, your girlfriend is always left disappointed.”

Ouch, low bow. This meant war.

“Oh look, a wyvern!” Ryan pointed a finger at an empty spot of water on his left.

To his amusement, Vulcan did cock her head in that direction. “Where?” she asked, before realizing her mistake. “You bastard, you will die for this!”

Ryan laughed, only for Vulcan to actually open fire with a volley of missiles. The courier had to freeze time to dodge them all. “You bastard, you cheated!” his rival complained when time resumed. “We said only tech!”

“I lied!” Ryan cackled like a maniac. “I lied about everything!”

The two contestants finished their tour of the island and came into view of the Castello Aragonese, that old fortress which Augustus refitted into a Bliss Superlab. The powerful stone fortress’s walls oversaw the sea from atop a volcanic islet and a garden of alien plants.

The ghostly skull of Geist appeared for a brief moment above the castle when the racers approached. A tornado of colored dust carried the house-sized apparition, and started strong winds slowing down the contestants.

“Come to see me win?!” Ryan shouted as loud as he could, barely dodging a seagull. Damn bird traffic.

To his surprise, Casper the Ghost apparently listened. “You better,” the specter replied with a casual voice, though it somehow carried across the waves. “I bet on you.”

Huh, so not only could that flying skull manifest anywhere on the island, but it also had sharp senses and could detect people in the area. This ruined Ryan’s original plan, but the courier was nothing if not adaptable.

Geist had bet wisely. For although Vulcan attempted to blast him at the last second with a crimson beam of light, the courier passed over the fortress first.

There was a coming short joke to make, but Ryan was too tall to make it.

“Damn it!” Vulcan snarled. “Damn it, damn it, damn it! Where did you find that jetpack?”

In Mechron’s bunker. “In a cave, in a box of scraps.”

“The princess’ wet cave?”

Damn, news traveled fast.

“I took shelter from a thunderstorm inside,” Ryan said, as they began another turn around the island. “Wait, is tomorrow’s meeting about my execution?”

Tomorrow was the Olympians meeting, which should end up with Zanbato confirmed as the new Mercury. Jamie hadn’t organized a welcome party this time around, perhaps because Ryan had spent most of his time with Livia; and with nothing to distract her, Vulcan had decided to check up on the Bliss Island’s defenses today.

It cost the courier an A-bomb and advanced technology to get into her good graces, but the Genius eventually invited him to participate in the inspection.

Truthfully, Ryan suspected Vulcan wanted to impress him with her technology. She wanted him as a lab assistant, but the courier had defended his independence and maintained a professional distance. Sort of. He assumed jetpack races counted as a team-building activity.

“Could be,” Vulcan replied, still sore over her defeat. “How much to spare your pretty head?”

“An A-bomb?” Ryan haggled. “Bloody or extra crispy?”

“Already got one, and prices are up. I guess you’ll die.”

“If they vote yes, can I die buried in pizzas?” Ryan didn’t think he had died that way yet. At least not with four-cheeses. “Or couscous?”

“I can arrange death by waffles,” Vulcan joked back.

Ryan had missed trading jabs with her. He had thought he would find the inspection agonizing, but to his surprise, he could interact with Vulcan without experiencing depressing flashbacks now. Perhaps it was his newfound desire to move on, or his Elixir’s advice finally sinking in.

Ryan would always cherish his Jasmine’s memories, like all the relationships erased by his power, but he no longer lived in its shadow. And neither did the current Vulcan. He could finally befriend her without comparing her to her past self.

“No seriously, I blow you a chef’s kiss,” Vulcan said, her mech mimicking the gesture. “I didn’t think anyone would be mad enough to make a move on Augustus’ daughter. You won’t live long, but I’ll come to your funeral.”

heaven has a revolving

the staff members saw you kiss Minerva at Venus’ resort, and spread the word.

paparazzi were an

over the outer walls and towards a helicopter platform. Vulcan’s mech caused the entire fortress to shake as it landed,

busy boarding a group of three armed helicopters and checking up on their weapons. Bacchus oversaw the operation with his hands

couldn’t resist examining it, and he didn’t recognize half of the plants. Some were roses with petals of multiple colors, others fusions of lilies of the valley and yellow daisies. The colors

asked him shyly, her brown hair flowing with the ocean wind. Her heart-shaped face was so unlike her adopted family, Ryan wondered why

and nightshade then. “It’s delightful,” Ryan said from the bottom of

“Sing?”

form of life from what I heard, so why not flowers that can sing?” Ryan asked

so you have the full sensory package,”

I could have them blow colored fumes while they sing too.” She turned to Bacchus. “What

gaunt face at his small protégée. His eyes were as black and lifeless as coal, and Ryan had yet to see him blink. One could almost see the bones beneath his priestly garbs. All in all, the man

have a good time?” Vulcan deadpanned. Narcinia bristled

he’s behind the times,” Ryan told Narcinia. “When in

that music genre,” Narcinia said. The poor naive

meaning of life as well,” the

with his soft, calm voice. “I shall return to Ischia after meeting with our fellow

disappointment. “My mother won’t like it, Father

a breakthrough, Ceres,” the priest chided her. “Idleness is the enemy of progress. It is not wise

Blue World,” Ryan said while testing the waters. “It knows you will reach It in time, like It knows

what Livia had told him. Yet he hit the mark, for

reached Heaven?” Bacchus asked, his black eyes peering into Ryan’s soul. The stare’s sheer intensity might have made a younger man crumble

courier could sense the madness festering beneath

of enthusiasm. It must have been gratifying to meet

Clearly, she didn’t think much of the priest’s delusions. “Look, I’m very busy and this security inspection was a

a hand on Narcinia’s shoulder. “Go climb in the

Father Torque,” the young

along the walls of Castle Aragonese. The priest didn’t take his eyes off the courier for one second, examining

but don’t tell

probably trying to remember every tidbit of information he might have had on the courier, but came up short. He

faith?” Bacchus asked. “There must be a fascinating story behind

been to Hell before, so I figured I should check out the

but I

this man could smell falsehoods like Luigi, and he didn’t even need a power to do so. “Well, Father…” the courier looked around himself as fearing he

“A local?”

“From these higher dimensions.”

seemed to shine for a brief

the gate for a brief moment.” That was only half a lie too. “A deity

seems we shared similar revelations then.” Bacchus shivered in pleasure, as if reliving the moment. “I only tasted Heaven once, when I consumed my Elixir, and I

his brief stay inside the Black World, and what Bloodstream once told him about the ‘Green Hell’ he had glimpsed in his dreams so many years ago. Back then, the courier had thought it was mere delusions, but now, he understood that his adoptive father had observed

colored dimensions exerted a powerful hold on Genomes. The Ultimate Ones attracted lesser beings to them like a moth to a flame. The

Ryan said, trying to play on the priest’s obsession. “When I saw this deity, I… it was

on the verge of becoming something more than human, only to be returned to this sinful, imperfect

I have been researching the Alchemist,” Ryan said, cutting straight to the chase. “I thought only she might answer my questions.

her for the devil, but now I see that she was the

“When did

Last Easter. I had been tracking her for years, back when she was refining the holy Elixirs for the sake of

Ryan said. “I know she

are mistaken. We sent people there and they found nothing. The station has been emptied for more than a decade, ever since a

access to advanced technology, then she could easily hide a base in a pocket dimension or a similar place. Maybe even hide it in plain sight. The Augusti didn’t have the means to detect such an anomaly, but Ryan could probably

you wish, I could involve you in our new Bliss strain’s test trials,” Bacchus said. “This will let us

with it. I thought God said we should be fruitful

he clearly had no problem with sterilizing a large part of the population. “God put him on Earth to separate God’s chosen from the unworthy. Not everyone may ascend, and

at the specter of Geist floating above the fortress, his grinning skull watching the sea. How far could he

to climb inside the helicopter. “But once I am

tail. The priest and

Though the party at Jamie’s place didn’t take place this time around, the priest and Narcinia

No one but Ryan.

he traveled in the same helicopter as Narcinia.

around at home, Herr General?” Ryan asked Vulcan over the intercom, as they

to get out of my sight granted, minion,” Vulcan said, before adding. “Come check

wouldn’t give up on that internship offer. “I’ll consider it,” Ryan lied. Vulcan grunted and flew away, back to her

the courier deviated from his course the moment he was out of sight. He turned his

said over the intercom. “Where