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.”

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

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

paparazzi were an

a helicopter platform. Vulcan’s mech caused the entire fortress to shake as it landed, while Ryan crossed his arms and did his best

arrived, armored soldiers 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, while young Narcinia waited alongside him while holding a flower

fusions of lilies of the valley and yellow daisies. The colors mixed in a tasteful display for the

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

“It’s delightful,” Ryan said from the bottom of

“Sing?”

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

sensory

nice idea. I could have them blow colored fumes while they sing too.” She turned

to see him blink. One could almost see the bones beneath his

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

the times,”

music genre,” Narcinia said. The poor naive

and the meaning

I will not be available for Venus’ dinner,” Bacchus said with his soft,

“My mother won’t

chided her. “Idleness is the enemy of progress. It is not wise to make

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

dimensions, and what Livia had told him. Yet he hit the mark, for the priest’s

you reached 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,

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

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

and this security

is no rush,” Bacchus replied calmly, before putting a hand on Narcinia’s shoulder. “Go climb in the

Torque,” the young teen

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 one second, examining him with a quizzical look. “Your name is

immortal, but don’t tell

trying to remember every tidbit of information he might have had on the courier, but

“There must be

so I figured I

but I

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 would be overhead, before whispering into the priest’s ears. “I

“A local?”

“From these higher dimensions.”

shine for a

only half a

the moment. “I only tasted Heaven once, when I consumed my Elixir, and I have yearned to

him about the ‘Green Hell’ he had glimpsed in his dreams so many years ago. Back then, the courier had thought

attracted lesser beings to them like a moth to a

to play on the priest’s obsession. “When I saw this deity, I… it was bliss beyond

you understand how I feel.” Bacchus nodded slowly. “To be on the verge of becoming

Alchemist,” Ryan said, cutting straight to the chase. “I thought only she might answer my questions. Clearly, she created Elixirs to establish bridges

the devil, but now I see that she was the Lord’s tool on Earth. A visionary. I only met her once, but she left

“When did you

her for years, back when she was refining the holy Elixirs for the sake of us all. She vanished after enlightening

snow,” Ryan said. “I

they found nothing. The station has been

the Alchemist had 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

our new Bliss strain’s test trials,” Bacchus said. “This will let us contact God, I can feel it in my bones. This long tribulation is finally nearing

with it. I thought God

with sterilizing a large part of the population. “God put him on Earth to separate God’s chosen from

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

is 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

on their tail. The priest and Narcinia never crossed the sea without heavy escort, perhaps in case Wyvern or members of Il

this time around, the priest and Narcinia had made their way to

No one but Ryan.

traveled in the

return and laze around at home, Herr General?” Ryan asked Vulcan over the intercom,

adding. “Come check out my lab tomorrow, after the

“I’ll consider it,” Ryan lied. Vulcan grunted and flew away, back to her

He turned his jetpack towards the sea and Ischia Island,

gone,” Ryan said over the intercom. “Where are