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.”

Casper the Ghost over here, heaven has a revolving door.” Ryan chuckled.

Minerva at Venus’ resort, and spread

were an extinct

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

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

he didn’t recognize half of the plants. Some were roses with petals of multiple colors, others fusions of

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

nightshade then. “It’s delightful,” Ryan

“Sing?”

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

have the full sensory package,”

flowers… that’s a nice idea. I could have them blow colored fumes while they sing

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

have a good time?” Vulcan deadpanned. Narcinia bristled a bit at that, clearly not very proud of working

listen to him, he’s behind the times,” Ryan told

don’t know that music genre,” Narcinia said. The

teach you, and the meaning of life

said with his soft, calm

hide her disappointment. “My mother won’t like it,

on the verge of a breakthrough, Ceres,” the priest chided her. “Idleness is the enemy of progress.

Ryan said while testing the waters.

told him.

eyes peering into Ryan’s soul. The stare’s sheer intensity might have made a younger

courier could sense the madness festering beneath the lucidity. “No, but I’m trying to find a

hint of enthusiasm. It must have been gratifying to meet someone who

very busy and this security inspection was a waste of my valuable time.

replied calmly, before putting a hand on Narcinia’s shoulder. “Go climb in the helicopter, I will be with you in a

young teen

short talk, the two walking along the walls of Castle Aragonese. The priest didn’t take his eyes off the courier for one second, examining him with a

but don’t

Ryan without a word, studying him. He was probably trying to remember every tidbit of information he might have had on the courier, but came up short.

Bacchus asked. “There must be a fascinating story behind your

so I figured I

I require a

Father…” the courier looked around himself as

“A local?”

“From these higher dimensions.”

eyes seemed to shine for a

That was only half a lie too.

if reliving the moment. “I only tasted Heaven once, when

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,

a powerful hold on Genomes. The Ultimate Ones attracted lesser beings to them like a moth to a flame. The priest must have contacted the Blue Ultimate One, which permanently affected his

Father,” Ryan said, trying to play on the priest’s obsession. “When I saw this deity, I… it was bliss beyond words. An ascension to a

how I feel.” Bacchus nodded slowly. “To be on the verge of becoming something more than human, only to be

she might answer my questions. Clearly, she created Elixirs

Bacchus’ face. “A true prophet. I mistook her for the devil, but now I see that she was the Lord’s tool on Earth.

that. “When did you see

refining the holy Elixirs for the sake of us all. She vanished after

“I know she

The station has been emptied for more than a decade, ever since a violet flash was seen

hide it in plain sight. The Augusti didn’t have the means to detect such an anomaly, but Ryan could probably find an entrance. “Do you have the coordinates of that pilgrimage

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

avoid the sterility that comes with it. I

though he clearly had no problem with sterilizing a large part of the population. “God put him on Earth to separate

about destroying that lab, the priest just destroyed them. The courier glanced at the specter of Geist floating above the fortress, his grinning skull watching the sea. How far could he sense invaders? For the

little time left to discuss the matter,” Bacchus said, Vulcan gesturing him to climb inside the helicopter. “But once I am done with more secular matters, we will delve into the higher mysteries together. I am sure we

The priest and Narcinia never crossed the sea without heavy escort, perhaps in case Wyvern or

at Jamie’s place didn’t take place this time around, the priest and Narcinia had made their way to the

No one but Ryan.

having the priest perish in a tragic accident, but he traveled in the same helicopter as Narcinia. Besides, slaying a priest wouldn’t have been very

over the intercom, as they crossed the sea and the helicopters landed safely near

“Come check out my lab tomorrow,

that internship offer. “I’ll consider it,” Ryan lied.

returning home though, the courier deviated from his course the moment he was out of sight. He turned his jetpack

Ryan said over the intercom. “Where