The Perfect Run

It was May 10th. Psyshock would attack the orphanage any minute, and Ryan intended to give the telepath a headache he would never forget.

A shotgun in hand and the Fisty Brothers equipped, the courier prowled the orphanage’s hallways, where the kids were busy gathering food and toys in travel bags. To his worry though, he found no trace of Len.

“What’s happening?” Ryan asked little Giulia, upon crossing paths with her. Unlike her fellow orphans, who had taken food or toys, the little blonde mostly carried books on herself. Meeting this child after learning what Psyshock did to her in a previous loop only reinforced the courier's resolve.

“Mama says she’s taking us to the magical place early,” she explained, looking down instead of facing the Genome's eyes. She seemed far shyer than Sarah. “So we have to pack our stuff.”

Wise. No doubt Hannifat Lecter would attack the place again with larger numbers after his pet squid bit the dust here.

Hopefully, Ryan would receive backup. The courier had informed Jamie of the attack when they met at the Bakuto, even giving him the A-bomb as a bribe for Vulcan to sweeten the deal. He provided all the intel necessary, though Ryan couldn’t be certain if the information would pass through the chain of command until the moment of truth.

“Where is she?” the Genome asked. The courier could take out Psypsy and his group on his own easily enough if he cut loose, but he couldn’t prevent the body-jumper from transferring himself.

“She’s in her room. We shouldn’t bother her.”

“Well, I’ve bothered her since the day we met,” Ryan replied, leaving Giulia behind and moving towards Len’s bedroom. From what he had understood, it used to be the office of the shelter’s director, before they left the place to rust.

He knocked on the door, receiving no answer. While it was locked, the courier had long mastered the art of breaking and entering. “Len?” he asked after unlocking the door, finding the bedroom shrouded in thick darkness. “Shortie?”

Only a meowing sound answered him.

Ryan quickly flipped the light switch and found himself facing a giant diver suit. The same one Len wore when she tried to rescue him from Acid Rain.

“Shortie?” Ryan asked, before looking behind the armor. He found Len sitting on a chair next to a mattress, staring at a wall. When he took a step forward, the Genome almost tripped on a medicine box, noticing dozens on the floor. “Shortie?”

No answer. Len just stared blankly at the wall, while Eugène-Henry von Schrodinger rested on her lap. Her eyes were blackened by sleeplessness and exhaustion.

She looked dead.

“Len? Len!” When he received no answer, the courier approached a free hand from her shoulder, intending to shake her back to consciousness.

“Don’t!” Her sudden reaction startled both Ryan and the cat on her lap; it was as if she had woken up from a nightmare. Len then put her hands on her ears, as if struggling against a terrible headache. “Don’t come closer!”

It reminded Ryan of the first time they met again under the sea, except somehow even worse.

The courier said nothing, glancing at the boxes on the ground. He grabbed one, finding it empty. “Len,” Ryan said with dead seriousness, tossing the empty container on the bed. “If you weren’t a Genome, you would have overdosed from all these pills.”

“If I didn’t have powers, I wouldn’t need so many of them.”

“It’s true Genomes had an enhanced metabolism, but still, do you know these medications shouldn’t be taken together?”

No answer.

“You aren’t following any treatment,” Ryan realized, horrified.

“If I don’t take them, I don’t want to do anything,” Len snapped. Clearly, her mood had worsened, perhaps due to the wrong drug combination. “If I don’t take them, I… I can’t talk to you at all. I don’t want to do anything except use my power.”

She couldn’t even interact with others except under heavy medication.

How many did she take under the sea? Did the fact they met in her sanctum make it worse back then? Seeing his friend deteriorating that much horrified Ryan, but he didn’t know what to say.

“I… I’m coming,” Len finally spoke up, massaging her forehead. “I’ll put on the suit. I have to.”

“I can take care of Psyshock alone if it’s too much for you.”

“No, no, can’t, can’t let you do everything,” she replied, struggling to form a complete sentence. “I have to help. I have to.”

“Alright, I will keep watch until you’re ready then.” Ryan left to give her some breathing room, though he did notice something on the bed on his way out. The rough schematics of some kind of sonar, although messy and incomplete. Len must have worked on this new device during the day.

stopping at the threshold. His car was parked nearby, Ryan remembering how Sarah and her

the shotgun and hit the wheels at the front, causing the Meta's

Ryan gloated for good measure. “It’s a

much to his disappointment. Ryan heard heavy footsteps behind him, Len emerging from the orphanage in her full power armor.

his disguise, Ryan relaxed a bit. The brainjacker had only brought Mosquito and Mongrel

Len too? I could

silent, radiating a sense of unease. “If you want, I’ve got old times’ slides,” Ryan mocked Psyshock. “Half of

only came for the goblins in that shelter, this is a good day indeed.

them or what?” Mosquito asked while Mongrel showed his teeth.

replied, his wire tentacles wriggling below his coat. “They are mine,

raised her waterthrower

wish to fight, little girl?” Psyshock mocked them. “Check your

noticing a white Yamaha

any helmet; though she did carry a Genius-tech staff, like a knight showing up for a jousting tournament. She abruptly stopped her vehicle upon reaching the orphanage’s courtyard, her mere presence changing the Psychos’ mood from confident to

smile, leaving her bike behind while

a brief flash of

like that,” Ryan said, raising his shotgun. “I wanted Pluto, but she

from the courier’s own ability. A save point allowing them to

did something new and unexpected. Something he had never done in the previous loops, no matter how suicidal

clothes with his tentacles while his cronies

Gotcha.

When

looked at the dog

nothingness at the tip of his fingers. The hitwoman impaled him through the chest with her staff before he could react, the device then letting out

to crash; Ryan immediately tossed the shotgun aside

you have insecticide?” Ryan shouted, pounding Mosquito onto the ground. “My fly swatter isn’t working

didn’t respond. While she was no stranger to brutality and didn’t hesitate to use lethal force when needed, the Genius usually retreated into her own mind in a fight. Unlike Ryan, she didn’t thrive in

attempted to rise back up, but the hitwoman swiftly caught up with him. Her power clearly didn’t affect the telepath’s physical mutations, so Ryan supposed it

at me,” Cancel asked Psyshock, her tone always positive. “Look at me in the eyes. I want to remember your

Psycho glared at the hitwoman, raising his remaining tentacles in

he didn’t react

the ground. Some of the

So far so good. A few seconds later, Mosquito looked like a crushed bug at his

that was quick,” Ryan noted, slightly disappointed. He guessed Vulcan’s absence, the surprise ambush, and having two professionals at his back

cheery smile, tossing Psyshock’s immobile corpse aside with her staff. His blood was

you, but didn’t anyone tell you that I

leaving Psyshock’s remains and looking at Mosquito.

medical treatment, he won’t last

“Please…” Mosquito pleaded.

his face with her staff. Len visibly flinched

gentle voice come out of the

He realized her lines

we’re good,”

hope we meet again

replied with the same cheery smile. “You’re the

“Thanks! What’s a sociopath?”

question with

waved them goodbye and left on her motorcycle as swiftly as she came, leaving the Psychos’ corpses to rot. Clearly, she had a

inside,” Len said when the hitwoman

respond, he sensed an invisible pressure on his shoulders; the Land’s gaze had suddenly fallen upon him. The courier waved a

made Len almost stumble at the sheer tension. “What was

we move out

the orphanage and raised her

in the vicinity, the Plymouth Fury’s windshield included, cracked at