The Perfect Run

“—Dynamis’ stock price has steadily crumbled since the disturbing revelations about their Knockoff Elixirs, and public outcry from former clients who recently lost their expensively-purchased powers,” the newscaster said on the hospital room’s TV.

Ryan squinted, as a video of Alphonse Manada’s explosion appeared behind the anchorwoman. The quality was terrible, probably due to radiation interferences, though one could see Wyvern and Enrique flying towards the blast’s source.

“—Dynamis’ spokesperson confirmed that Alphonse Manada, alias Fallout, was responsible for the explosion that shook the old harbor. The reasons for this action remain obscure for now, though Wyvern affirmed that the now former vice-president is now safely out of commission—”

The next images then showed the cyborg’s ejection into space. Only Ryan and Livia’s armors had been caught on tape, with the latter’s face and identity remaining mercifully hidden.

“The new acting Chairman, Enrique ‘Blackthorn’ Manada, promised a full indemnity to the victims of both incidents and a public trial to judge the responsible. His actions have so far been met with division among staff— ”

“I still can’t believe they came clean,” Mathias said, sitting on a chair near the window with his arms crossed. Ryan himself occupied the seat closest to Livia’s bed, Henriette snoring at his feet while Eugène-Henry unilaterally decided to occupy his lap. The courier had traded his damaged Saturn armor for his stylish suit, at least until he could repair it. “I thought they would at least sugarcoat the truth, not… spill everything to the press.”

“It was necessary,” Livia replied, wearing a white gown and bandages around her forehead. Braindead’s operation had prevented brain damage from her close brush with Fallout, but it would take her a few days to recover. “You cannot learn from your mistakes without owning up to them. Enrique understood that, and Wyvern all the more.”

After the battle with Fallout, Enrique had the group transported to Dynamis’ hospital, with Stitch and Alchemo tending to their wounds. Thankfully, Ryan’s evacuation warning had borne fruit, and though some locals had been wounded when Alphonse detonated himself, nobody had perished. The Perfect Run had been preserved.

At least, for the moment.

“Waves of resignations continue after Il Migliore’s disbandment,” the newscaster continued. “Though Wyvern promised that a, I quote, ‘clean and nonprofit law enforcement organization’ would take its place, the fate of many heroes remain uncertain—”

Ryan deactivated the TV. “How long before thunder strikes?” he asked his girlfriend.

“Not long,” she admitted, looking away through the windows and the veil of time both. “Things are moving quicker than I expected. Vulcan has already left the Augusti. My father learned of Wyvern’s visit and has ordered her death.”

Ryan’s heart skipped a beat. “Is she going to make it?”

To his relief, Livia answered with a nod. “Thankfully, Vulcan was no fool and spied on my father’s communications.”

“It doesn’t bode well if he’s already purging his own ranks though,” Mathias said with a frown.

The seer nodded slowly. “Fallout’s defeat and Hector’s arrest have him on edge.”

“If it’s too good to be true, it probably is?” Ryan guessed.

“Yes. He will make a push to take over New Rome, but he is smelling a trap.” Livia sighed. “His forces will move into Rust Town anytime soon… and if left to their own devices, they will find the bunker.”

“I will repair the Saturn armor one last time, and destroy the base,” Ryan replied, rising from his seat. Eugène-Henry immediately leapt from his lap to Livia’s. “Looking Glass, you gather the others. Livia, you stay here.”

“I won’t,” she replied, biting her lip. “Uncle Neptune will soon pick me up to take me to Sorrentos. My father won’t let me stay in a Dynamis hospital while he’s plotting their destruction.”

Mathias frowned, but shrugged. “Well, we have prepared for the attack for days. We can do it without you.”

“I wish I could supervise the assault,” Livia said with regret. “To make sure it goes well.”

“You could supervise it from afar,” Mathias pointed out. “My mother did that with the Carnival, and it worked very well for them.”

The fact that he was willing to relinquish command to Livia at all surprised Ryan. The courier guessed that watching her take wounds in an attempt to protect New Rome from Fallout helped build trust between them.

“My uncle won’t let me out of his sight.” Livia joined her hands, while Eugène-Henry nuzzled her fingers. “I… I will try to find an opening.”

“No,” Ryan insisted. “If Braindead says you should rest, then you will. If you don’t, he’s likely to put your brain in a jar, and you truly don’t want that.”

Livia pouted. “Ryan, I can’t stand back while you and the others risk their lives cleaning up my family’s messes.”

“You helped us clean our own with Bloodstream, and the Meta-Gang too,” Mathias replied. “To each their turn.”

Livia frowned, and refused to stay idle. “I can at least make some calls. This will be a game of rock-paper-scissors, and I can bring more counters to the table.”

Ryan squinted. “Did you set up everything so that we would have the perfect people assembled for the job?”

She answered with a sly, foxy grin. “I would be a poor seer if I didn’t.”

“I love it when you’re in a mastermind mode, pulling strings from the shadows...”

“All is going according to plan.” Her smile faltered. “I hope.”

Ryan glanced at his translucent friend. “Matty, can you leave us for a second?”

“I will brief the others,” the vigilante replied, before taking the door.

Livia exchanged a heavy glance with her boyfriend. “Ryan, after destroying the island…” She cleared her throat. “You’re going immediately after him, aren’t you? Alone?”

“Yes.” If Lightning Butt didn’t come for his head first. Ryan expected the madman to get off his mountain after watching Ischia Island go down in smoke. “It will be alright. I won’t kill him.”

“It’s not for his life I fear for. You can’t save.”

tell you?” Ryan asked with a

“Don’t joke about this!”

her eyes, but failed to suppress tears forming at the edge. She took a deep breath as the dog started licking

love is about to go fight my father. And one of them might not come back.” When she opened her eyes again, Ryan could see the fear and dread in them. “Either he will kill you and you may not restart, or you risk permanently landing a killing blow. And

“Livia…” Ryan began.

just euthanized her father, and Enrique Manada arrested his own before banishing his brother into space. Even if both hoped it would end otherwise… they accepted that

her say what weighed on her mind. Instead of answering with words, he

I’ve seen how it could end, but not how it will. I… I thought I wanted

what you told me at the restaurant the other night?” Ryan asked, trying to reassure her. “That the Ultimate

admitted, sighing. “I thought I could shoulder

would be okay, that it would turn out alright, the same

can’t save… if you feel your life is in danger,

your Thundering Daddy will shock everyone he can get his metal hands on. If

your save point’s problem. Restore that safety

doubted it

locked eyes with him, and he lost himself in the blue abyss of her gaze. “Promise me that you will come back to me, alright?

lightly kissing her. Her lips tasted like strawberry, soft and gentle to the touch. The contact lasted no more than a few furtive seconds, but the courier wished it had lasted a lifetime. “I

tired grin from her. “Make sure to

before petting Eugène-Henry and Henriette one last time and exiting the room. He felt Livia’s

outside the door, wearing her terrible jumpsuit and carrying her water rifle. “Shortie,” Ryan said.

didn’t mean to.” She looked at him with resolve. Although her eyes remained slightly red from dried tears, her body language appeared different…

you stop raising death flags, please?” Ryan asked. He had the intuition every promise he made jinxed him further. “Fine, I promise I

am already better.” Her smile had a sorrowful edge to it, but it was a smile all the same. “Thanks

Ryan replied. “You saved my life when

are up against… I know we will face it together.” She bit her lower lips. “It’s… it’s what

found an answer to a lifelong question, though it had cost her a great deal.

away, as she usually did, she held his gaze. “I… I did all I could, Ryan. It’s hard to explain but… I don’t feel happy about my father’s death, but I don’t feel

understand, Shortie. Believe me,

that dad wouldn’t have become a monster if I could defend myself. I wanted to return my father to normal because I loved

“You don’t anymore?”

head. “What happened, happened. As you said to me once… there are things you can’t change. I tried the best

had failed to save her father and would carry this pain all her life, but accepted that she couldn’t have changed

had found

I’ve given some thoughts about what I should do now,” Len said. “I thought I would take the children away with me to

now you’ve

the world couldn’t change. That the surface could only get worse. But…” Her

chuckled. “We

can change… I think the world can too.” Her cheeks blushed, as a shy grin formed on her lips. “I’ve… given thought about the Architect. She wants to create cities, to repopulate the countries devastated by the Genome Wars. I think

Ryan said with a chuckle, but deep down he couldn’t feel prouder of her. “But it’s good, Len. You’ll help countless people, and not only because of your

“What

all had the power to make the world a better and more bountiful place, but they misused their gifts. Mechron made weapons, the Alchemist empowered

ear

“You will do great.”

hiding. He decided to tease her a bit. “Did

He listened to her slow breathing, as his mind wandered to his first family. It had been almost nine centuries since his parents perished at the hands of raiders,

blood that day, he had gained another forged in sweat

Len said, before breaking the hug. “We can discuss

Yes, indeed.

After they won.

the depths of Mechron’s bunker, Ryan laid on an operation table clad in his Saturn Armor

to improve upon the design further, the courier had taken the opportunity to install a few upgrades. The most important of all was a system based

me?” he asked, his helmet’s lens shifting with the Elixirs’ rainbowy colors. A voice

one he heard while in the

“Ryan.”

His Elixir.

as a robot added a

“We emissaries do not have names,” it said. “You

thought. Lightling? No, Darkling would

“Magenta?”

would prefer the Color out of Space? Coos? Or the Color out

it sounded quite pleased. “I like Magenta better,” it said. “Better than

me.” Now that Ryan thought of it, it meant that his Elixir had experienced everything

have bonded for so long that I understand human thoughts better than the rest of my kind, but it

the Augusti troops marching above his head, hundreds of meters beyond the steel and dirt. “Why did you

Violet powers ultimately derive from the Ultimate One. As Darkling said, we are priests. We do not bring

from the start. “Then let

Fallout’s Red Flux, but now… now you could harm him directly.” His Elixir sounded quite concerned. “Black is a sword without a hilt. Unlike other Colors, it is as dangerous for its wielder as for its foes, and it feeds on the timelines you delete. If it grows

prevent the courier from accessing his trump card, but the implications worried him greatly.

Ryan. But the Ultimate One sent you a message. To carry on until the end, and see