The Perfect Run

II Migliore’s HQ, the Optimates Tower, was the most luxurious place Ryan had
ever seen.
Most of Dynamis’ properties were located northeast of the city, on the far
opposite of Rust Town. Unlike its neighbor though, this district catered to the
supreme elite of New Rome. Il Migliore’s tower was a seventy-floor-tall building,
half penthouse skyscraper, half luxury hotel. The lower portion was bulkier than
the top, housing gardens, pool balconies, and even helipad areas, while the
upper floors belonged to offices. The building clearly took cues after the Art Deco
movement, with its mix of luxurious, shiny splendor and modern geometric
design.
Ryan himself had a meeting on floor sixty-three, sitting in an expansively
decorated waiting room. A thirty-something secretary worked behind a desk on
her computer, while another familiar face waited in another chair, near an office’s
closed doors.
Through the room's window, Ryan could see the actual Dynamis HQ nearby, a
reinforced glass spire that oversaw the entire city; even the Il Migliore building
couldn't hold a candle to it in size, lacking at least twenty floors compared to its
big brother. How fitting that the company’s fortress overlooked both New Rome
and its superheroes’ base.
On a closer look though, Dynamis’ HQ reminded Ryan of those futuristic arcology
designs, buildings meant to be entirely self-sufficient. He noticed a few
greenhouses and gardens on some of the floors, even water reservoirs; however,
past a certain point, something in the glass’ composition prevented the Genome
from seeing through it. How suspicious.
Unlike downtown, both buildings were protected by the elite units of the Private
Security; people in white armor with laser cannons implanted in the right arm and
state of the art weaponry. Unlike their lesser cousins, they were a true military
force, well-trained, and ferociously loyal to Dynamis’ interests.
He had heard that they didn’t even accept bribes!
“Excuse me.” Having been restless for an hour, Ryan turned to the other person
waiting for an appointment. “Are you... the Panda?”
The poor manbear looked up at him with hope. Compared to the previous loop,
the would-be hero seemed less bombastic and more subdued. “You know me?”
“Of course I know you! You're the Panda! The very last of them!” Ryan said,
pumping his fist for added effect. “When I see you riding your bicycle of justice, I
always get goosebumps!”
“Thanks!” the hero replied, suddenly a lot more cheerful. He must be glad to have
at least one “fan’ in the world. “I'm really trying to live up to my legacy, and make
them trendy again.”
“But what is a solo hero doing here, in this bastion of corporate superheroism?”
“The Panda... the struggles on his own,” he admitted. “I'm really trying to make a
name as a solo hero, but it's hard. None of the villains even want to fight me in
public, because I'm simply too powerful for them.”
“I'm sure you are,” Ryan replied with heavy sarcasm, which the completely
missed.
“It's so frustrating!” he said. “I can’t make it to the news without some big
awesome duel, you know? Really, with great power comes great isolation.”
He sounded like he believed it too.
“Mr. Romano?” Ryan's head perked up, as the secretary called his name. “Mr.
Manada will receive you.”
Finally! “Good luck with the interview,” the told Ryan, as the courier moved
towards the office’s doors. “What's your name?"
“Quicksave!” Ryan replied with a thumb up. “I'm immortal, but don't tell anyone!”
“I won't!”
The secretary let Ryan through the doors and then closed them behind. The
courier waltzed inside an office as big as a house, but whose space was mostly
occupied by flowers. Geraniums, roses bushes, chrysanths, muguet, dozens of
various species of plants were on display. The office even included a miniature
Japanese pond, with golden carp swimming in the waters.
Atall, slender man waited for the courier behind a mahogany desk positioned to
give the occupant a spectacular view of New Rome through a full window. If he
wasn't the supreme authority of a superhero team, Ryan would have mistaken
his host for a supervillain. The man wore an expensive tuxedo suit with a black
rose on the left side, carried white gloves, and hid his face behind some kind of
stylized white helmet reminding Ryan of the pre-war Daft Punk electronic band.
The courier could only applaud his fashion style.
“I am Enrique Manada, the Chief Brand Officer at Dynamis and Head Manager of
the Il Migliore program.” The man shook Ryan's hand, his voice pleasant to hear
yet firm. He smelled like roses, probably perfume. “You may also call me
Blackthorn.”
“I don't see any thorns on your cost—" Ryan gasped, as he noticed the matter
making up the suit. “Wait, is that cashmere?”
“You have a sharp eye,” Enrique mused, showing Ryan a wooden chair and
inviting him to sit down. “We have our own production program at Dynamis since
we cannot import it from Asia. The production cost is horrendous, but you cannot
put a price on elegance.”
While sitting, Ryan barely paid attention to the man, his eyes fixed on his clothes.
He wanted a suit like that too!
“We have no shortage of volunteers wishing to join our superhero teams,”
Enrique said, joining his fingers. “But few make it to my office. I believe in
personal recommendations, Mr. Romano. If Wyvern hadn't vouched for you, we
wouldn't be having this conversation.”
Ryan briefly wondered who had recommended the of all people, deeming the
mystery as important as tracking down his assassin.
“She seems to have a good feeling about you, especially after you forewarned
her about our latest prisoner. Which makes me wonder how you knew about
Ghoul's escape attempt.”
“Just a gut feeling,” Ryan replied innocently.
“I don't believe you,” Enrique replied, going straight for the jugular. “We have
been having trouble with the Private Security lately, and several members tasked
with escorting Ghoul actively tried to help him run away. If you know of any
security breach, I would be thankful for sharing the information.”
Well, Ryan had come looking for information too, so it was all good. The fact the
Meta had inside men among the Private Security bothered him though. It didn’t
surprise him that they would bribe locals to look the other way, but this gang
seemed a lot more organized than most Psycho warbands.
He would look into it.
“In any case, I must thank you for coming here. I am certain our competition
made you an offer, knowing Vulcan's rivalry with Wyvern, and your trust in us
won't go unrewarded.” Enrique observed Ryan closely. “Why do you wish to join
II Migliore?”
“Ever since I was young, I always wanted to become an ad.”
“An ad?”
“Like Mr. Clean and Felix the Cat. A recognizable icon of consumerism, with my
face plastered on every cereal box.”
“Uh uh,” Enrique replied, seemingly seriously.
“To transcend the human condition and become a packaged product. That has
always been my dream.”
“Uh uh,” Enrique nodded, “and the real reason?”
Ryan shrugged. “Greed?”
“Your psychological profile tells me otherwise.”
They even had a psychological profile? Poor boys, Ryan wondered how many
people had gone mad compiling it. “Alright, alright, I thought it would be fun to try
being a superhero, and I promised someone that I would kick the Meta out of the
city as a personal favor. Business and pleasure.”
“The Meta-gang is a problem,” Enrique conceded, “although not as much as the
Augusti. Who is this person you owe a favor to?”
“Some guy in Rust Town named Paulie. He probably won't even remember me
though.”
“I'm certain there is an interesting story behind this,” the corporate mastermind
mused. “I will put my cards on the table, Mr. Romano. I feel conflicted about your
case. You have an incredible power, with a very high development potential
according to our research team. Your skills with weapons are impressive, as the
security check-up can attest to. I didn’t even know one could fit so many
miniaturized weapons in a kid's plushie, even if I don't see the point.”
“They will never see it coming,” Ryan explained.
“Which brings me to the matter at hand,” Enrique presented Ryan with a small
pile of paper. “The sixteen pages long index of collateral damage complaints
associated with your name, from people all over Italy.”
Something bothered Ryan greatly. “Only sixteen pages?”
“You expected more, perhaps?”
“Hell yes I did,” Ryan replied, “ guess I'm too good at silencing witnesses.”
The corporate Genome remained completely unfazed. “Plus eighteen
demographic then,” he said. “Loose cannons have no place at Dynamis. If we
sign a work contract together, foolhardy behavior will not be tolerated.”
“Hey, I always fulfill commands to the letter,” Ryan defended himself, wounded in
his honor, “It's not my fault if everyone leaves the methods open for
interpretation!”
“I will not. However, I need more guarantees. While no one ever accused you of
betraying a contract, you have a mercenary past and a suspicious link to a
certain criminal Genius.”
He offered Ryan a photo, and the courier’s heart skipped a beat.
That was her, in a mugshot. She had aged a few years and had a black eye in
the picture, but it was her, holding a paper with a number while glaring at the
photographer.
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Len “Underdiver’ Sabino.” Ryan could
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“Alright, let's cut the bullshit, greenhand,” Ryan said, completely serious and
putting the photo in his coat. “Where is she?”
“In a place out of your reach, for now. I've had my eyes on her for a time. Her
arrest was my brother, the vice-president’s, doing, and a missed opportunity for
recruitment. He believes in harsh measures, I believe in rehabilitation. The public
loves redemption stories.”
“If I behave, you will lead me to Len, while hoping that my presence will make her
join your group.” Definitively an evil mastermind.
“Ah, now we are getting somewhere,” Enrique replied. “It will be much better for
us if you told me the truth, Mr. Romano. How much is she worth to you?”
“Everything.”
“Perfect. Here's my offer then: you sign a five-year contract with Il Migliore, help
us clean New Rome of the filth that infests it, promote Dynamis’ brand, and most
importantly, you behave. In exchange, we offer you a clean slate, generous
accommodations, and the opportunity to reunite with Miss Sabino.”
He handed Ryan a contract far, far heavier than the collateral damage
complaints, but the courier didn’t even pay it any attention. That deal sounded a
lot like Vulcan's, minus the personal vendetta bit. “What do you want out of this,
greenhand?”
“Most people think my family is only interested in profit,” Enrique said, “but what
we really want, is to rebuild Italian society into a prosperous nation. A dream that
unfortunately, cannot come to pass while groups like the Meta, the Augusti, and
marauders run rampant.”
“A proud nation under copyright, eh?”
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He should have known they wouldn't want him just for his pretty face. “You won't
succeed in replicating my power.”
“We have made great progress on replicating powers, even created fully
functional knock-off Elixirs.”
“You won't be able to reproduce my power,” Ryan repeated himself. “I've tried,
more times than you can count.”
“Good, then you can share your findings with the research division,” Enrique
dismissed his words. “As for hero work, we divide the Il Migliore franchise into
two very different branches: the Pro-League, for established icons like Wyvern;
and the Little League, for juniors and less-known superheroes. Obviously, you
will start with our secondary division.”
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Ryan listened as Enrique explained to
him the rules inside the
organization—mostly corporate
blabbering—before grabbing the
contract and ski MNGIt. Wiile'the
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possibilty Meet Len was tempting
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loop. Access to Dynamis’ buildings
and databases would help a great
deal. If the company could introduce
him to Len quickly, then all was good;
if they delayed too long, he would
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Something caught his attention. “Only thirty percent royalties on merchandising?”
Ryan asked. “That's theft.”
“We will also change your name,” Enrique said, “Quicksave is not punchy enough
for our marketing department, and video games are a very niche market
nowadays. How about Timelord? PR says it will catch on quickly, especially with
teenagers.”
A soulless name developed to please hordes of monsters.
Why did Ryan feel like he had made a deal with Satan?