The Perfect Run
Chapter 17
“It can’t be them.”
Ryan searched inside his car’s trunk, finally putting his hands on his secret weapons: his coil gun, and a bag of flour. “What do you know of Leo Hargraves’ Carnival, my feline friend?”
“That they’re wandering heroes fighting marauders, warlords, dangerous Genomes, and Psychos,” Atom Cat replied, his back against the car. “They help communities pro bono, then move on. They’re modern knight errant, not assassins.”
“That’s true,” Ryan conceded. Which was partly why he respected them as a group, even after the problems they caused him. “But they’re also pragmatic knights. When they fight, they don’t pull their punches. They hit hard and fast, and unlike most Genomes, they actually use small unit tactics.”
“You speak as if you fought them.”
“I did.” And they gave him his fair share of resets, especially in his early loops. “I was present when they killed Bloodstream four years ago and got caught in the crossfire. Now, usually, I love being in the middle of interesting things, but that day cost me something dear to me.”
“Something, or someone?”
Sharp cat.
It had been the day Ryan had drunk his Elixir, which he did to survive that disaster in the first place. He couldn’t fully control his save point back then, and he ended up trapped in a suboptimal route.
One which separated him from Len.
As the thought crossed his mind, Ryan glanced at the Mediterranean Sea, the rising dawn refracting on its waters. As it turned out, the assassin had established their base in a ship graveyard between Rust Town and the old harbor. The supertanker he had seen on the shores was only the first of an army.
Metal husks of tankers, boats, and even aircrafts were lined up on a sandy shore, rusted by saltwater. Barnacles had made their home on the belly of ships and airbus planes alike, with small alleys between each steel corpse. The IP signal came from an isolated garage nearby, a metal hangar partly built inside a cruise ship. Probably some kind of chop shop, scavenging the husks and selling back parts.
Rainy, toxic clouds appeared north, though strangely, they moved against the wind and towards the harbor. Was it the doing of Dynamis, blowing the pollution away from Rust Town?
Atom Cat crossed his arms, remembering something. “Dad once told me that he fought their original line-up years ago, before he and Mom adopted Narcinia. Augustus was still establishing his powerbase back then. He killed half of the Carnival’s members and drove off the rest.”
Well, they had returned to finish the job. Better late than never.
“But I never heard anything about a glass manipulator.”
“They have a lot of turnover, so this may be a new recruit,” Ryan replied. Considering the invisibility and the fact they often killed through bombs or mundane means, such a Genome could credibly fly under the radar. Especially if all witnesses end up dead. “I can’t move the car closer or carry anything with screens. I’m pretty sure they can detect and control glass over a vast radius.”
“How vast?”
“I don’t know,” Ryan replied, tossing his cell phone to the backseat, alongside all electronic devices. He only kept the nuclear bomb and the rabbit plushie. “They may even know we are here already.”
“Alright, then I will stay near the car, and if you don’t send a sign within half an hour, I will call Wyvern for help,” Atom Cat decided. “What about your mask’s goggles?”
“Silly, they aren’t made of glass!” Ryan replied. “They’re alien stuff!”
“Right, and that… is that flour?” Atom Cat frowned at Ryan’s toys. “Do you want to bake them a cake?”
“They will never see it coming.”
Atom Cat smiled thinly. “I know you won’t listen, but please don’t do anything stupid.”
“Don’t worry, I have more lives than your nine ones,” Ryan replied, packing his stuff and moving to the garage.
Though, he would be lying if the situation didn’t make him uneasy. The Carnival’s members were powerful Genomes, and that assassin had killed him twice already. A wrong move might result in another reset, and their previous history made him tense up.
As he reached the locked door, Ryan realized now would be the perfect time for a stealth mission. But he was pretty sure it was useless, and he never had the patience for them.
Instead, he shot the lock with his coil gun, the electromagnetic projectile going straight through the steel. “No country for old men!” he shouted, entering the garage weapon raised.
welcomed him with a shotgun past the door. In fact, the garage didn’t hold any car, engine,
it housed
while wires went through a hole in the ground, probably linking the system to Dynamis’ underground cables. A massive desk with
the windows easily enough, yet he had seen none of these servers from the outside. There was definitely an optical trick at
must have spent weeks, if not months,
on five different screens. It seemed he had busted the operation while the mysterious
they wanted
flour, and rotated on himself. He sprayed the white powder in every
behind him, standing in a corner with a
Here you are.
a perv’ on the chest. As time resumed, the figure froze as they found itself with a coil gun pointed to their head. “Caught you, Invisiboy!” Ryan couldn’t help but gloat, “Or is it Invisigirl? I can
your finger on the trigger,” Invisiboy replied, his voice
Lucky Luke? I can draw faster than
Sabino, you only give the illusion of it,”
courier replied. He tried to identify the voice, but the suit muffled it too much. “I don’t think we
being identified. “We did. Though
of his organization’s success if the Carnival had a hidden operative of his caliber. “What should I call you,
in bright blue glass, from head to toe; the substance prevented
perhaps using the same process used in lenticular technologies. The courier could barely fathom the sheer control needed to pull that off, although that trick
some
glass man tilted his head to the side. “And if you haven’t shot me in your ‘frozen time,’ I assume
the flour bag
helmet and onto the ground; his face now looked like that of a clown with all
immature,” the assassin said, dusting the
the time-manipulator said since his current host’s sword remained ever threatening. “You’ve been assassinating a lot of people lately, and killing you is
fear from us,” the man replied, crossing his arms. “Our current targets
you must
company’s midst,” the Genome scoffed. “To be honest, I’m surprised you even managed to
enlighten him, especially after he killed the courier twice. “Why did
Genome walked towards the screens, ignoring the gun pointed at his head, and sat on the chair. “As far as I
so far, I didn’t see anything that justified killing him. Heck, he’s pretty
Enrique Manada. “Do you know
“Candies?”
is then shipped through boats and submarines to local distributors all over Italy, Spain, France, Turkey, Libya… a drug which is incredibly addictive and that Augustus uses
“Your point?”
no one personally, by protecting this shipment, Zanbato indirectly supported an organization causing almost twenty-thousand deaths each
“You
back in his chair, thoughtful. Ryan couldn’t see his
criminals in jail. No matter what people say, you never get used to killing. Even my
vanguard, preparing the ground for his teammates. The Genome suspected he wasn't the only operative in
if we do nothing. The Augusti’s Capos can attempt to murder someone in broad daylight and walk out with a pat
had a point, but there was a glaring flaw in his argument. “Well, good luck trying to kill the invincible man then. It’s not like everyone has tried for years without
peddle his drug in the street or exact tribute alone. He needs infrastructures, soldiers, and money to exert his influence; take away his
gut telling him something was missing. “Things have been somewhat peaceful and Augustus sits on his
must have seen it already,” Shroud pointed out. “There is a war brewing between
you’re pursuing your Perfect Run
Much to Ryan’s delight, Shroud seemed to understand the reference. “You could say that, but there is no perfect ending, Quicksave. Only the best for a certain group of
guy who had him killed? There was no justice in this world.
Shroud asked, sounding a
“But I will
in silence for a few seconds. To his credit, he seemed open to the idea. “Well, in the unlikely case you do find
immune to diplomacy attempts. Ryan could already see
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