The Perfect Run
Chapter 124
New Rome looked gorgeous from above.
The city breathed life. Millions of people returned from work as the sun started vanishing beyond the horizon, like the blood cells of a giant organism. The lights of casinos’ neon signs and street lights formed a sea of light, some red, others green, and all the other colors of the rainbow in between. The whole place smelled of sin, but most importantly, it smelled of life. New Rome rivaled the greatest Old World metropolises in size, making it the New World’s lighthouse. It was a beacon of hope for mankind, the promise of a bright future where humans would rise from their own ashes and rebuild.
Ryan couldn’t let this city die. Yet already a virus was at work, insidiously infecting thousands of Genomes, laying the ground for a worldwide pandemic. And though he had the cure safely contained in his Saturn armor’s backpack, dealing with this disaster would only summon another.
“We’re in position,” Ryan declared through his armor’s intercom. Livia was playing with her own new Opis armor in the clouds to his left. “Waiting for the signal, buddy.”
Two video feeds appeared inside his helmet, one projected on each lens. The left one came from Shortie’s own power armor, as she, Enrique, and a group of Private Security bodyguards climbed the lift to Lab Sixty-Six; the right one showed Felix, Wyvern, and half of Il Migliore waiting in front of Hector Manada’s mansion. The latter feed was of a poorer quality, as a Dynamis camera drone provided it.
“We’re ready to move in too,” Felix said, before turning at his teammate. Wyvern nodded as she took flight, followed by Devilry, while Reload and Wardrobe remained on the ground. Even a poor feed couldn’t ruin her in Ryan’s eyes; her law enforcement costume was the acme of chic.
“Oh, oh, can I wear the Chuck Norris costume?” Wardrobe asked with enthusiasm. “I feel this is now or never!”
“Another time,” Wyvern replied with a chuckle, before touching her earcom. “Enrique?”
“Go ahead with the arrest,” the CBO answered as his group reached the entrance of Lab Sixty-Six. Enrique bypassed the biometric defenses, allowing his team to move inside the dreaded Knockoff production facility. “Romano, you can start anytime.”
“Are you sure your men are loyal?” Ryan asked. “I mean, they’re called the Private Security. They don’t work for the public good.”
“I hand-picked this strike force myself, and I would trust them with my life,” the corporate hero replied. “It’s not for my life you should worry. Your job is the most dangerous one.”
Well, Ryan had a lot of experience with A-bombs. “You’re sure Fat Man will learn of this raid?”
“Certain. He has moles inside this building, and an alarm system to inform him of any breach of Lab Sixty-Six he didn’t authorize himself. When he returns to New Rome, his rage will know no bounds.”
Well, that explained how Fallout managed to respond so quickly to Ryan’s raid during his Meta-Run. However, the living nuclear disaster had already moved to the city at that time, while he should be in Sicily right now.
Enrique marked a short pause, as if reconsidering the plan. “Are you certain you and Miss Augusti can handle my brother on your own? He fought your girlfriend’s father, and walked away alive.”
Ryan chuckled. Was there a hint of concern he detected in his voice? “I never said my girlfriend was an Augusti…”
“You’re not the only one with an information-gathering apparatus, Quicksave. Though yours trumps mine by a wide margin, I will grant you that.” The manager cleared his throat. “You understand that I’m taking a huge risk by trusting you on this, and I expect a show of goodwill.”
“I’m not going to kill your brother, don’t worry.” Though they might have to redraw the map by the time they were done. “I’m all for nuclear energy… but only for peaceful purposes!”
“Good,” Enrique replied, his tone suddenly much less friendly. “Because otherwise, all I can say is that you will never see me coming.”
“Well, if your shiny big brother kills me, could you do the floral arrangement for my funeral?” Ryan asked. “Surprise me.”
“I will bring lilies and carnations.”
“By now, you should know I’m a flytrap guy,” Ryan replied.
However, before moving on with the plan, the courier contacted his sister through a private line. Stitch had removed the infectious Bloodstream agent in Len’s blood, so she shouldn’t transform even in close proximity to her father, but still... “You’re sure you want to go alone, Shortie?”
“Yes, Riri,” she answered before gathering her breath. “I… I appreciate what you’re trying to do. Support me. But in this case… in this case, I need to do it on my own.”
“I understand,” he replied, watching them enter Dr. Tyrano’s lair. The good reptilian doctor was typing on a computer in the room where Ryan’s team fought Alphonse Manada in a previous loop. The clones of Il Migliore’s members floated in advanced mechanical vats, their body fluids extracted to create Knockoff Elixirs.
“Sir?” Tyrano rose up from his seat and hastily covered his computer’s screen. Shortie’s feed caught a file’s title before he managed to do so, ‘Monster Girl Project: Test Log.’ “I didn’t expect you today.”
“No, you didn’t,” Enrique replied, hands behind his back like a corporate supervillain.
Len’s gaze, and the video feed, lingered on the clones in the pods. Quite a few members of Enrique’s escort lowered their laser rifle weapons at the sight. “Holy…” One of Enrique’s guards said, before noticing Wyvern’s scaled double. “Is that Wyvern? Did we grow her in a lab?”
“Wait, are we clones too?” another soldier in power asked. “Is that why we’re paid so little? Because we were programmed to shut up from birth?”
“No, you aren’t paid much because my father is trying to cut corners,” Enrique replied dryly. “You would have been paid half less if he had had his way. I covered the difference from my own pocket.”
“Still, you’re sure you want us to film this, sir?” A Private Security member asked, anxious. “If the world learns we’re doing this kind of stuff behind closed doors...”
“I know, but it has to be done,” Enrique said with a sigh, before glancing at Tyrano. “Pack your things, Doctor. We’re terminating the Knockoff program.”
“What?” Dr. Tyrano choked at this. “But sir, you can’t! I received no order from management!”
“I can, and I will. As for management, we’re currently facing some turnover.”
knows!” Dr. Tyrano kept protesting, before
flinch. “I will take responsibility for Alphonse and assume responsibilities for my actions today. You
does! I can’t
fifth between his legs. The scientist
to tell you,” Enrique told one of
his choice of target, which Ryan found the wisest of them all. “I can feel it in
at you than my brother’s wrath.” Enrique turned to his men. “Put up the
almost see Len flinch behind the camera, but she followed without a word as Blackthorn and Tyrano entered Bloodstream’s
then, she saw what remained of
become floated helplessly inside a large, reinforced glass container; its
breaking. She faced the
answered, and Len lowered her head in
and switched to the other feed. By now, Wyvern’s group was already confronting Hector Manada in his garden. The old chairman of Dynamis had been busy working on
is the meaning of this?” Hector asked, immediately
no time in laying down the law. “Hector Manada, you are under arrest for human experimentation, drug fraud, bioterrorism, funding organized crime, weapon trafficking, and virtually every medical crime private
against fashion!” Wardrobe added, looking judgmentally at the
shocked than afraid. “I sign your
Felix
CEO a paper document. “Here is
expression deflated as he read. “This is Enrique’s
to their crimes, and poisoned the Knockoff Elixirs with a Psycho’s biological agent. Either would
run this city!” The chairman ground his teeth, before
a hint of disgust. “I can’t close my eyes on
way,” Devilry said bluntly. “But you
determined heroes facing him. His bodyguards looked ready to open fire. “Are you really going to try fighting us?” Felix asked, before
exchanged glances, realized they weren’t paid enough to die for a corrupt billionaire, and lowered their
realized that he was only one man facing the powerful superheroes he had spent millions recruiting. “I’m calling my lawyers,” he
replied, unimpressed.
out of thin air. “You have the right to
vindictiveness, as Wardrobe put handcuffs on him. “My elder son will take over now, and there will be blood in the streets. You will see. After me, the
and Reload dragged the chairman outside his property. “You
at his kitten’s error. “This is a reference to Louis XV,
Livia replied, before emerging from a cloud in her full, red glory. The Opis armor fit her even better than Ryan thought. Its sleek crimson steel espoused her form like a second skin, while her retractable tentacles waited
bourgeoise,”
enough
as he switched to Len’s feed. He wanted to witness this, and to offer words of comfort to
her father, and instead moved to the control panel overseeing the creature’s prison. Enrique and Dr. Tyrano stood nearby, observing her; the former with guilt and compassion,
said, before introducing a bottled, chemical agent through a hole in the control panel. The machinery transferred
cure, developed through their group’s research into the Psycho condition and Mongrel’s power, should in theory restructure Bloodstream’s genetic code and make him human again. This was the last hope of a despairing daughter to save
But…
changed, no matter how one tried. Ryan knew that all too
substance without changing back. The creature had mutated too much, halfway transforming into a denizen of the higher colored dimensions. The monster of Ryan’s childhood had
sound angry, or even
Just sad.
loved was long dead, and would
disdain for Bloodstream, he understood his adoptive sister’s palpable
He could sense the sob she struggled to suppress. “I knew it before I tried, Riri. But…
he wouldn’t interfere, no matter what Len chose. He probably believed, much like the
She had moved from denial and bargaining to acceptance. “What
watched, as she slowly started activating
another Genome with this exact power combination,” the Genius pleaded with his superior. “Its
to make your dream a reality, doctor,” the CBO replied, looking at Bloodstream. “Methods that won’t
combattant, and the promise of being allowed to continue working on his dream of dinosaurhood mollified
finger, his daughter sighed, and looked at her sire one last time. Perhaps she
Father,” Len said
the button, and sprinklers flooded Bloodstream’s
security system worked as advertised. His cure destroyed the monster’s cells, grinding them down into formless organic goo. The red alien shoggoth Freddie Sabino had turned into slowly started turning white,
euthanasia, plain
and relieved. He had longed for his adoptive father’s demise, hated him with all his heart. He had nursed that grudge
hand against the glass as life left the creature, the courier could only share some of her sorrow. Though Ryan knew him, there was a good man
would only
I will always be there for you,” Ryan promised his sister. He wanted to be in the
there.” Len cut the video feed, though her voice kept echoing through the communicator. “But… not today. Leave
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