The Perfect Run
Chapter 103
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.”
the Ghost over here, heaven has a revolving
staff members saw you kiss Minerva at Venus’ resort, and spread the word. I guess Augustus
were an extinct
and towards a helicopter platform. Vulcan’s mech caused the entire fortress to shake as it landed, while Ryan crossed his arms and did his best to look good as his feet touched the
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 mixed in a tasteful display for the eyes, and the
heart-shaped face was so unlike her adopted family, Ryan wondered why Venus didn’t change it. Perhaps Narcinia’s
and nightshade then. “It’s delightful,” Ryan said from the bottom of his
“Sing?”
heard, so why not flowers that
you have the full sensory package,” Vulcan snickered, her armor towering
have them blow colored fumes while they sing too.” She turned to Bacchus. “What song would you like, Father
yet to see him blink. One could almost see the bones beneath his priestly garbs. All in all, the
for the fumes, to have a good time?” Vulcan deadpanned. Narcinia bristled a
listen to him, he’s behind the times,” Ryan
don’t know that music genre,”
will teach you, and the meaning of life as well,” the courier
his soft, calm voice. “I shall return to Ischia after meeting with our
didn’t hide her disappointment. “My mother won’t
of a breakthrough, Ceres,” the priest chided her. “Idleness is the
its Blue World,” Ryan said while testing the waters. “It knows you
a pure bluff and speculation, based on the courier’s knowledge of the Ultimate Ones, their dimensions, and what Livia had told him. Yet he hit the mark,
Heaven?” Bacchus asked, his black eyes peering into Ryan’s soul. The stare’s sheer intensity might have made a younger man crumble to his feet in penance, but the courier had faced far worse. Still, the priest’s presence made him feel
could sense the madness
priest stated with a hint of enthusiasm. It must have been
priest’s delusions. “Look, I’m very busy and this security inspection was a waste of my valuable time. Let’s escort
shoulder. “Go climb in the helicopter, I will be with
Torque,” the young teen nodded,
took Ryan aside for a short talk, the two walking along the walls of Castle Aragonese. The priest didn’t take his eyes off the courier for
but
of information he might have had on the courier, but came up
did you find your faith?” Bacchus asked. “There must be
before, so I figured I should check out
I require a
“Well, Father…” the courier looked around himself as fearing he would be overhead, before whispering into the
“A local?”
“From these higher dimensions.”
seemed to shine
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
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
powerful hold on Genomes. The Ultimate Ones attracted lesser beings to them
these higher realms since, Father,” Ryan said, trying to play on the priest’s obsession. “When I saw
“To be on the verge of becoming something more than human, only to be returned to this sinful, imperfect world…
have been researching the Alchemist,” Ryan said, cutting straight to the chase. “I thought only she might answer my questions. Clearly, she created Elixirs to establish bridges with gods.
devil, but now I see that she was the Lord’s tool on Earth. A visionary. I only
see that. “When did
Last Easter. I had been tracking her for years, back when she was refining the holy Elixirs for the sake
“I know she has a base in
found nothing. The station has been emptied for more than a decade, ever
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 find an entrance. “Do you have the coordinates of
I could involve you in our new Bliss strain’s test trials,” Bacchus said. “This will let us contact God, I
the sterility that comes with it. I thought God said we should
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 Bliss will sort
had any hesitation left 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
once I am done with more secular matters, we will delve into the higher mysteries together.
with Ryan and Vulcan on their tail. The priest and Narcinia never crossed the sea without heavy escort, perhaps in case Wyvern or members
nothing would happen. Though the party at Jamie’s place didn’t take place this time around, the priest and Narcinia had made their way to the meeting without incident in previous loops. With the Meta-Gang shattered, no
No one but Ryan.
in the same helicopter as Narcinia. Besides, slaying a priest wouldn’t
Ryan asked Vulcan over the intercom, as
sight granted, minion,” Vulcan said, before adding. “Come check out my lab tomorrow, after the reunion. You’re wasted
wouldn’t give up on that internship offer. “I’ll consider it,” Ryan lied. Vulcan
his course the moment he was out of sight. He turned his jetpack towards the sea and Ischia Island, careful to fly low
gone,” Ryan said over the intercom. “Where are
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