The Perfect Run

“When is the sound coming?” Lanka asked Ryan for the third time, an elbow on the loudspeaker.

“When you find me another brain,” Ryan replied, tinkering with the device. A few people had already taken over the dance floor, but the house’s equipment couldn’t support a true rave party. Seriously, Ki-jung needed to stop buying Dynamis home products. They were barely a cut above pre-Wars Chinese imports.

Actually, did buying the enemy's products count as collaboration?

“Stop distracting him,” Narcinia told Lanka, defending Ryan with such zeal that he considered making her his sidekick. The Green Genome was busy cultivating strange, phosphorescent mushrooms on the ground. She had promised it would help with the rave, and the courier let her run wild with her imagination.

Quicksave glanced at Mathias, who was talking with Fortuna and other members of the Killer Seven. Half an hour had passed since their conversation, and the house was now filled to the brim with guests.

“So, you’re adopted?” Ryan bluntly asked Narcinia. “Did you ever learn who your birth parents were?”

“Ryan!” Lanka snapped at him.

“They were raiders,” Narcinia replied, almost casually. “Father Torque said they were killers and rapists, and that Augustus punished them because it was divine justice.”

Ryan could have sworn the TV’s screen threatened to crack for a brief second. He glanced up at Mathias, whose smile contrasted with the icy look in his eyes.

“Sorry,” Lanka said, glaring at the courier. Thankfully, the power outburst had been subtle enough for her to miss it. “Blabbermouth has no tact at all.”

“It’s okay!” Narcinia replied with a cute smile. “My real family is the one that raised me. My mom and dad are awesome, and my siblings even more so.”

“I was adopted too, but it sucked,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Well, half of it.”

“Really?” Narcinia’s head perked up in interest, while Lanka listened in silence.

“My parents died when bandits wiped out our community to steal our supplies,” Ryan said. It had been so long ago, it had lost almost all emotional effect. “I was… eleven I think? Maybe twelve. And I turned out great!”

“Ryan.” Lanka’s voice had lost all playfulness. “Did these bandits...”

Ryan glanced at the snake tattoo on her arm, that of her former gang. “You weren’t among them and they’re all dead,” the courier replied with a shrug. “I’m over it.”

Lanka fell silent with a thoughtful look on her face, while Narcinia looked between them in confusion. Thankfully, a newcomer interrupted them before the mood turned even more awkward.

Ryan almost didn’t recognize Vulcan at first sight, because the Genius had cleaned herself up; she had traded her usual clothes for a black halter-top and pants, and let her hair fall down on her shoulders. While she was no head-turning beauty, the Augusti Capo looked great.

He really had a thing for Geniuses shorter than him.

“Ceres, Sphere.” Vulcan smirked upon seeing the courier. “Ryan.”

“Hey, my favorite arms dealer,” Ryan rejoiced, raising a screwdriver. “Your arrival is just perfect.”

“Always,” she replied, a hand on her waist. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Do you have anything to boost the sound?” Ryan asked. “I’m trying to jury-rig the loudspeakers, but I need more juice.”

“Now you’re talking my language,” Vulcan said, searching inside her pocket and tossing him some kind of mouse-sized battery. “It’s a mini-generator.”

“Why do you carry that in your pocket?” Lanka asked, an eyebrow raised.

“‘Cause my phone has less autonomy than a sloth,” the Genius replied with a shrug, before grabbing a beer can from Lanka’s personal reserve. “It’s been an exhausting day.”

“Did you kill the Meta?” Narcinia asked before Ryan could.

“Almost, but Dynamis got to them first. Fucking kill stealers.”

“What, they tried to buy them off?” Lanka snickered.

“With bullets and lasers,” Vulcan replied. “They sent three armored squadrons, plus heavy hitters like Devilry and that bitch Wyvern. Those vultures fell on the Meta and opened fire on sight.”

Oh, was there gas in their alliance? “Well, I guess it was time to clean up loose ends,” Ryan said.

“Adam didn’t look surprised. He sacrificed a few men, but he managed to escape on a goddamn submarine.”

submarine?" Narcinia immediately asked, unable to resist the lure of undersea

a freaking submarine with Mechron’s emblem

with her smoke, a frown forming on her face. “Well, that doesn’t

is more complicated than it looks.” Vulcan sipped her beer while glancing at Ryan. “I

but he was wary of involving her now. She

the sound, turning the modest loudspeaker into a weapon of mass destruction. As if to answer his success, Narcinia’s mushrooms unleashed a faint colored mist onto the dance floor, instantly

his screwdriver for his

raising his glass, his voice

answered his declaration, while Lanka created multiple colored spheres above the dance floor, one for each Elixir type. They floated near the ceiling and pulsated with energy, slowly shrinking while they provided a

do they last?” Vulcan asked Lanka, more people started taking over the dance floor

touches them,” Lanka said, before turning to Narcinia. “Nice trick with the mushrooms. What’s your

the teenager replied. “I help Father

of heaven?” Ryan asked, immediately interested. “Are

faltered a bit. “Sorry Ryan, I’m not supposed to

drugs for a living,” Ryan declared, pumping his fist. “Building a South American cartel has always been my dream. If you need a

drugs?” Lanka asked, finishing her sixth cancer stick. “Good

every addictive substance on the planet except Elixirs, and when he ran out, he learned how to create his own supply. His drug cartel phase had been quite enjoyable actually, even

to abandon that childhood dream, Ryan.” Vulcan brazenly put an arm around his shoulder.

his hand around her waist. Lanka looked at him as if expecting the courier to lose that

as you are,” Vulcan replied, without pushing his hand away. “So it’s 'til death

talking about work or something else?”

visit,” Narcinia said, clearly eager to meet Ryan again.

jack shit about tech,” Vulcan replied, her amusement turning into frustration.

everywhere at once, and

please?” Ryan asked Vulcan, doing his best impersonation of

before glancing at the dance floor. “You

I’m amazing,

that boast to the

much experience, but Ryan had mastered every dance under the sun, so he guided them through. Mathias also danced with Fortuna, and the glass manipulator seemed to enjoy it a

good at?” Vulcan asked Ryan. He could feel her sweat on his fingers, her

not for the unpleasant sensation of someone watching him from

started asking questions to Sparrow nearby, and

mysterious woman’s attention though. It

“Fuck off!”

interrupted their wild dancing when they heard Jamie’s voice cut through the noise. The swordsman had grabbed a fire-manipulator whom Ryan had sighted earlier during the party by the shirt, and looked ready to murder him. The guest carried a broken inhaler in his hands, full of a bluish, almost

had ignored Jamie’s rules and brought

face, shaking. She seemed paralyzed and unable to

incredibly addictive, which Ryan could personally attest. He could never finish

mention the

manifested any laser weapons from his hands, the scowl of black fury on his face made it clear he was barely restraining himself. The contrast with his usual

angry when Luigi had

“But—”

before throwing the Genomes backward, his tone turning

guests, and moved towards the door with a cowed face and his inhaler. “It’s okay?” Jamie immediately asked his girlfriend, his frightful face softening back into

although she clearly didn’t mean it. “It’s fine. It’s

to Ryan when

glancing at the house’s entrance. “I’ll discipline that idiot, Zanbato. You got

looked at his troubled girlfriend, then back at Ryan. “I think we will retire early. Can you and

“Sure,” the courier said.

trust you not to do anything stupid?” Jamie asked, an eyebrow

will not start any

he noted but had more pressing matters on his

raised a thumb up with one hand and crossed his fingers behind his back with the other. Jamie and Ki-jung moved upstairs, leaving the ground and main room to the guests. “I didn’t know Chitter was a recovering addict,” Vulcan noted, showing surprising insight. “I’m glad I never

get high on your own

face. “I watch movies too. Maybe

to the dance floor. “Quicksave.” The bodyguard cleared her throat. “Ms. Livia wants to

asked, her tone shifting from flirtatious

Sparrow replied. “But you can come if

wasn’t happy about it, she didn’t seem willing to deny the request either. That Livia