The Perfect Run

Chapter 32

Ryan woke up on a terrible mattress, with a cat on his chest.

The animal looked at the courier with its big blue eyes, as he emerged from his deep sleep. The Persian cat had a coat of fur of the purest shade of white, and the lazy expression of a creature sleeping eighteen hours a day without shame.

It was...

It was the perfect Bond Villain cat!

Ryan immediately let out a cry of joy, while the cat looked at him with noble curiosity.

“I’m gonna call you…” Ryan briefly raised the feline above ground to check if it was a male or female, and then let his imagination do the rest. “Eugène-Henry von Schrodinger!”

Eugène-Henry meowed in response.

“The name sucks,” someone complained from the ‘room’ right next to his—another animal cage repurposed into a prison cell. Ryan recognized the voice as Sarah’s. “It sucks hard.”

“Much like many geniuses, I’m way ahead of my time,” Ryan replied, scratching Eugène-Henry behind his ears. “You like that name, don’t you? You like it, don’t you?”

“Is that the white cat?” Sarah peeked into Ryan’s private space, finding the courier sitting on his bed sheet, the cat on his lap. The courier promised himself to work on his diabolical mastermind pose, though he needed to get a cashmere suit first. “It has a sixth sense to find suckers willing to feed it. That’s why it’s so fat.”

“Hey, he’s not judging you on your appearance!”

“Once, I showed him a rat, like one meter away from his face, and that lazy furball didn’t even react.”

“Slander!” Ryan defended his new sidekick. “Is there a shower though? I think I caught fleas sleeping on that bed.”

“Yes, but the water is muddy. Ma says she will fix it today after she checks your car.”

Check his—

“Goddammit, I hope she doesn’t find the bodies,” Ryan said, rising up from the bed. Eugène-Henry instantly took over his place and moved below the bed sheet, to better protect the mattress from intruders.

“There’s a spot for that,” Little Sarah said casually. “The druggies call it the Happy Hole.”

As it turned out, Rust Town did have tourist spots.

Ryan started dressing, but immediately noticed something wrong. Namely, his A-bomb was missing, and some of his weapons weren’t at their place. Someone had clearly checked on his belongings while he was asleep.

Shortie may be willing to help, but she didn’t fully trust him yet.

The courier emerged from the orphanage to find Len tinkering with his car, having opened the car hood to look inside. She had put the water gun aside, to her right.

“Comrade Shortie, just because it’s an all-American car doesn’t give you the right to wreck it,” Ryan said. “Find yourself a Lada.”

Len turned her head away from the engine, and Ryan's playful demeanor disappeared instantly when she grabbed the water gun. “Riri, what have you done?”

What did he do?

What didn’t he do?

Ryan glanced inside the car hood, his old friend keeping her weapon aimed at his head. Unfortunately, Len had found the brain and jumped to the wrong conclusions.

“Riri, have you…” Len clearly didn’t want to finish her sentence but forced herself to. “Did you put someone in there?”

“You wouldn’t believe how many tries it took before I found the right person.” He immediately raised his hands while Len made a mortified face. “Relax, I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It’s not even sentient!”

“Riri, don’t, don’t joke about this,” she sputtered, keeping her weapon raised.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized. “I default to humor when I’m stressed, and I didn’t have my morning coffee.”

Len remained as stiff and grim as ever. “Riri, where did it come from?”

“It’s vat-grown, a gift from another Genius.” No answer. “Shortie, I’m not a serial killer, and I don’t abduct hobos off the road to experiment on them.”

“Riri, I… I want to believe you’re not crazy. I really want to.” She shook her head. “But you keep a thermo-nuclear device with children nearby.”

she knew about the plushie.

asked, biting her lower lip. “What if you jump

I checked. I wouldn’t do like, half the stuff I pull on a weekly basis if I knew I left a mess behind. My power only affects our

said, still struggling to understand his power’s full scope. “If what you say is correct, then you can rewrite

Shortie, some people get water guns for Christmas, while I got a Fat Man,” Ryan said, putting a

about him, but eventually lowered the water gun. “You will behave while you stay here,” Len said. “I… even if there are no consequences from your point of view, I don’t want anything

“Len, they have guns.”

replied. “But that

will get rid of it.” He would hand it over to Vulcan, as a sign of friendship. “Can you give it back then? I swear you will never

a hand on it, their gloves brushing against the other. The courier sensed her reluctance to

didn’t trust him, she wanted to. He

she asked, as the courier put the bomb inside one of his coat's inner

sighed. She wouldn’t like his answer. “Because I was bored, and I thought it would be fun to have a

you automatically restart with your time-stop? You said it caused

early restart, I meant an early restart. Have you

on. "That's how

mechanism, he had already burnt a lot of bridges. "And since I need to commit suicide to

at him with a mix of pity, sadness,

not, I love living." If he had wanted to die for good, he would have picked a fight with someone like Cancel

uncomfortable silence, Len abruptly changed the

worse places,” the courier replied, before shuddering as he remembered one of his worst deaths. “Whatever you do, Len, don’t sleep

“Monaco? Why?”

go to Monaco.” He glanced at the car, and a flustered Len started putting the

Only then did Ryan notice that while she had stopped pointing it at his face, Len

Baby steps.

huh?” Ryan boasted about his car, putting a hand on the hood. “You’re the

There’s a lot I could work with, actually.” Len closed the hood once her work done. “Riri, why did you hook up a

Ryan worked many loops and decades on

but between various dimensions,” the courier

them from these

are alternate histories Earth could have taken. Usually, these histories aren’t stable and constantly fluctuate,

“I don’t follow you.”

is set in stone, but in truth, it’s like the water you love so much, ever changing.” Ryan’s experience had taught him as much. “I mean, I

never considered...” Len trailed off with a worried frown, unable to say it

It was a rabbit hole of depression, questionable ethics, and self-misery. He preferred to think of it as a universal memory-wipe. “Anyway, I thought the Chronoradio could help me locate a specific

things went well for

with a sigh, opening his car’s door. “But I never found a way to reach an alternate Earth, even with a custom particle accelerator. All I can

would get himself killed? Then again,

but I’m not sure if she will follow through if I’m in Rust Town. After that, I need to

with a deeper

jailed you, so I investigated,” Ryan admitted.

in their factories,” Len said with anger. “They pay them for dangerous work with just enough

the junior heroes he had met

head. “Not all criminals wear masks. Most wear suits and ties. Since nobody would stand up for this

attacked one of Dynamis'

details, her face turning grimmer. “But… they caught me. Somebody ratted me out and led the

tried to fight

I guess people always try to take the easy way out.” Len shook her head. “Wyvern didn’t bust me out, Vulcan did. And even then, it wasn’t for free. I had to help

I don’t intend to go to Dynamis this time,” Ryan reassured her. “I see only one way to kill Psyshock permanently, and it’s an Augusti-exclusive option as far

she clearly had no love for her organization. “We

have a suicide button.” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a thermo-nuclear device. Besides making the world a better place, taking down Psyshock would also prevent him from piloting that Mechron mech later on. “And while I don’t believe it, Vulcan says she can enhance my

didn’t have any alternative. “I’ve… I need more time, Riri. Time to figure this

out my

I really do. No

fact that you want to help

succeed in helping you, I… I’m not sure if there will be a

We.

after so many restarts, moved past the realm of teenage romance. But every time he looked at his old

could

forget, Riri,” she admitted. “My father, that stuff with the

don’t feel safe around me,” Ryan stated the obvious.

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