The Perfect Run

No matter how many times he would visit it, Ryan would never get used to Rust Town. The whole place reeked of misery and despair.

Atom Cat seemed to share his sentiment, as both drove through the slums with the Plymouth's windows closed and the air cleaner on. “It’s even worse than I thought,” he said, looking at a streetlight hanging by its cable, threatening to fall on the road at any moment. “Way worse.”

“You never went mice hunting here?”

“No, my family lives in the wealthy Patrician district. I lived a very sheltered life truth be told, even during the wars.”

“So a house cat then.” If so, Ryan’s threat of neutering him must have hit a bit too close to home.

“I guess I went stray,” his sidekick mused.

“I do wonder why this place is such a dump compared to the rest of the city though,” Ryan said. It reminded him of the bad old days when he scoured ruins for supplies, with Bloodstream breathing down his neck.

“It belonged to the region’s original inhabitants,” Atom Cat explained, “those who lived in the Gulf of Naples and escaped its bombing. They managed to survive, in spite of the poisons and plagues, but when Dynamis took over the region, the company forcefully relocated them to make room for its own people. I guess the homeless and the diseased didn’t fit into their picture of a shining capital city. There are plans to renovate the area, but they haven't materialized yet.”

He shook his head in disappointment, the sound of a cell phone’s alarm interrupting the discussion. Atom Cat looked at his mobile, but didn’t take the call.

Ryan glanced at the screen, seeing Atom Cat had missed fifteen calls from a certain ‘Fortuna’ and seven from one ‘Narcinia.’ “My sisters,” the superhero said before the courier could ask questions. “I keep in touch with them, but they want me back and don’t take no for an answer.”

“That means they love you,” Ryan replied without any hint of sarcasm. He could sympathize with people wishing to reunite with their family. The courier did wonder what made Atom Cat consider Dynamis to be a better option over the Augusti though.

Ryan suddenly wondered if Len, like Atom Cat, wouldn’t want to meet him, but immediately brushed off these thoughts. Of course she would rejoice when they met again, after so many years! It was just his anxiety talking!

“I love them too, but as long as they keep supporting the Bliss business I—”

Another person called Atom Cat, who stared at the name on the screen for several seconds, his gaze undecipherable.

‘Livia.’

Instead of ignoring the call like the others, Atom Cat outright turned down his phone, sighed, and messed with the radio to change his mind. When he finally settled on a channel, Ryan glared at his sidekick. “Hip hop, really?”

“You don’t like it, brotha?”

“No, I don’t!” Ryan changed the channel back to the Daft Biopunk chronoradio. The music switched into a combination of electronic, synth, and alien rhythms.

“Nice sound,” Atom Cat commented, as they passed through narrow streets. “Where are we going?”

“The Meta took over the junkyard area as their base,” Ryan said. “It’s located at Rust Town’s center.”

“I’m stopping you right here, I’m all for ambushing a lone Psycho, maybe two, but attacking their home turf with only the two of us is suicide.”

If Ryan had been alone, he would have tried anyway, but he wasn’t going to lead his sidekick to certain death. “Thing is, children have been missing in the area, according to my information. I've located an orphanage south of the junkyard, and I thought we should check it out.”

instantly

asked. The courier would love to say he was, but he had come to expect the

get reported,” the superhero replied, the Plymouth passing near the city’s water reservoir. Unlike the rest of

Ryan did.

left of the building, housing dozens, if not hundreds of stray cats and dogs. The distressed noises they made and the smell they produced immediately

gauntlets and put them on. The

animals with sympathy. The sheer aura of trapped desperation they

two children between ten and twelve at the orphanage’s entrance, playing with a dirty golden retriever near the open doors. One was

fellas!” Ryan waved a hand

dress, while the boy clung to the

that was so

with a rock pebble. When time resumed, he had put the gun inside his coat,

I’m Quicksave,” Ryan said, raising his thumb like in a commercial. “I’m immortal, but don’t tell anyone;

Cat replied, the nickname making Ryan feel dirty inside. “We aren’t here to

nuzzled his face to reassure him, and didn’t make any hostile move

care of us, but he’s gone now,” the little girl replied

so casually,

heard, the more Atom Cat grew

the girl said with a proud face. “We scavenge stuff up and take the

and money every week—” The little girl kicked the boy in the leg before

The little girl kept her mouth closed, the other boy imitating her. “Sarah,

my gun.” She ignored Atom Cat and instead kept glaring at

good conscience return such a crappy revolver,” Ryan replied, having a reputation to uphold. “Let me buy you a

Cat chided him, before trying to build a rapport with the kids. “Who is this mama, your caretaker? Can

Sarah replied stubbornly.

“Busy doing what?”

Sarah replied, crossing her arms.

that they only wanted to protect them, Ryan sensed tension in

could sense

approached the orphanage, parking five meters away from the entrance.

that wrecked his Plymouth in a previous loop. The second was a scrawny, bald man dressed like a

As for the third...

slender figure, in spite of his heavy black overcoat, hat, scarf, and sunglasses. The way he walked, like a shambling doll mimicking a man, the aura of quiet menace

Psyshock, Adam’s second-in-command.

shield the kids; so did the golden retriever, who barked at the newcomers with surprising ferocity. Psyshock himself focused entirely on

he said with a robotic, digital voice.

Ryan flinched.

to a nervous system, I can recognize its unique brainwave pattern anywhere. Like a lost signal,

father, and yes they did,” the courier said, cold and focused. He had last crossed path with that creep four years ago, before he drank his Elixir.

digital voice turned threatening. Mosquito readied his claw-like hands, itching for a fight. “If you survived, I assume little Len did

aren’t enough for you?”