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  I quickly raised my hands. “I didn’t do anything!” I whined. “I was just there to watch!”

  “HANDS UP, KNEES DOWN!” the officer yelled.

  I complied.

  They entered the room, leaving the doorway conspicuously open so that their sniper had a view through the door. From what I’d read, these three would be part of a five-person squad known as a Core. Three regular troops, one specialist-in this case a sniper-and one minor Epic. Steelheart had about fifty Cores like this.

  Almost all of Enforcement was made of special-operations teams. If there was any large-scale fighting to be done, something very dangerous, Steelheart, Nightwielder, Firefight, or maybe Conflux-who was head of Enforcement-would deal with it personally. Enforcement was used for the smaller problems in the city, the ones Steelheart didn’t want to bother with himself. In a way he didn’t need Enforcement. They were like a homicidal dictator’s version of valet parking attendants.

  One of the three soldiers kept an eye on me while the other two rifled through the contents of my mattress. Is she in here? I wondered. Invisible somewhere? My instincts, and my memory of researching her, told me she’d be near.

  I just had to hope she was in the room. I couldn’t move until Cody and Megan fulfilled their part of my plan, though, so I waited, tense, for them to do so.

  The two soldiers pulled notebooks and folders out from between the two pieces of foam that made up my mattress. One flipped through the notes. “This is information on Epics, sir,” he said.

  “I thought I’d be able to see Fortuity fight another Epic,” I said, staring at the floor. “When I found out something terrible was happening, I tried to get away. I was only there to see what would happen, you know?”

  The officer began looking through the notebooks. The soldier watching me seemed uncomfortable about something. He kept glancing at me, then at the others.

  I felt my heart thumping, waiting. Megan and Cody would attack soon. I had to be ready.

  “You are in serious trouble, subject,” the officer said, tossing one of my notebooks to the floor. “An Epic, and an important one, is dead.”

  “I didn’t have anything to do with it!” I said. “I swear. I-”

  “Bah.” The lead officer pointed toward one of the other soldiers.

  “Gather this up.”

  “Sir,” said the soldier watching me. “He’s probably telling the truth.”

  I hesitated. That voice …

  “Roy?” I said, shocked. He’d hit majority the year before me … and had joined Enforcement after that.

  The officer glanced back at me. “You know this subject?”

  “Yes,” Roy said, sounding reluctant. He was a tall redhead. I’d always liked him. He’d been an adjunct at the Factory, which was a position Martha gave to senior boys-they were meant to stop the young or weaker workers from being picked on. He’d done his job well.

  “You didn’t say anything?” the lead officer said, his voice hard.

  “I … sir, I’m sorry. I should have. He’s always had a fascination with Epics. I’ve seen him cross half the city on foot and wait in the rain just because he heard a new Epic might be passing through town. If he heard something about two of them fighting, he’d have gone to watch, whether it was a good idea or not.”

  “Sounds exactly like the kind of person who should be off the streets,” the officer said. “Gather this. Son, you’re going to come tell us exactly what you saw. If you do a good job, perhaps you might even live through the night. It-”

  A gunshot sounded outside. The officer’s face blossomed red, the front of his helmet exploding as a bullet hit him.

  I rolled toward my backpack. Cody and Megan had done their job, quietly taking down the sniper and getting into position to support me.

  I ripped open the Velcro on the side of my pack and pulled out my handgun, then fired rapidly at Roy’s thighs. The bullets hit an open spot in his advanced plastic armor, dropping him, though I almost missed. Sparking pistols.

  The other soldier fell to a well-placed shot from Cody, who would be on that playground equipment outside. I didn’t stop to make sure the third soldier was dead-Refractionary might be in the room, armed and ready to shoot. I pulled out the smoke grenade and removed the pin.

  I dropped the grenade. A burst of grey smoke jetted from the canister, filling the room. I held my breath, handgun up. Refractionary’s powers would be negated when the smoke touched her. I waited for her to appear.

  Nothing happened. She wasn’t in the room.

  Smothering a curse, still holding my breath, I glanced at Roy. He was trying to move, holding his leg and trying to point his rifle toward me. I leaped through the smoke and kicked the rifle aside. Then I pulled his sidearm out of its holster and tossed it. Both guns would be useless to me; they’d be keyed to his gloves.

  Roy’s hand was in his pocket. I put my gun to his temple and yanked his hand out. He’d been trying to dial his mobile. I cocked the gun, and he dropped the mobile.

  “It’s too late anyway, David,” Roy spat, then started coughing at the smoke. “Conflux will know the moment we go offline. Other Cores are on their way here. They’ll send spying eyes down to watch. Those are probably already here.”

  Breath still held, I checked the pockets on his cargo pants. There were no other weapons.

  “You’re being a fool, David,” Roy said, coughing. I ignored him and scanned the room. I had to start breathing, and the smoke was getting overpowering.

  Where was Refractionary? On the landing, maybe. I kicked the smoke grenade out, hoping she was there.

  Nothing. Either I had her weakness wrong, or she’d decided not to join her team in coming to get me.

  What if she was sneaking up on Megan and Cody? They’d never see her coming.

  I glanced down. Roy’s mobile.

  Worth a try.

  I snatched the phone and opened the address book. Refractionary was listed under her Epic name. Most Epics preferred to use them.

  I dialed.

  Almost immediately, a gunshot sounded from the playground outside.

  I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I ducked outside, staying low, and kicked the smoke grenade off the landing. I started down the stairwell and took a deep breath.

  Then, eyes watering, I scanned the playground. Cody knelt on top of the playground equipment, rifle out. At the base of the tower, Megan stood with her gun out, a body in black and yellow at her feet. Refractionary.

  Megan fired again into the body, just to be certain, but the woman was obviously dead.

  Another Epic eliminated.

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  My first move was to go back in and toss Roy’s rifle, which he had been crawling toward, out the door. Then I checked on the two other soldiers. One was dead; the other had a weak pulse-but he wasn’t going to be waking anytime soon.

  Time to move quickly. I pulled the notebooks from my mattress and stuffed them in my backpack. Six thick notebooks and one index caused the backpack to bulge. I thought for a moment, then took my extra pair of shoes out of the pack. I could buy new shoes, but I couldn’t replace these notebooks.

  The last two fit, and beside them I slid the folders about Steelheart, Nightwielder, and Firefight. After a moment I added the one about Conflux. It was the thinnest. Very little was known about the clandestine High Epic who ran Enforcement.

  Roy was still coughing, though the smoke had cleared out. He pulled off his helmet. It was surreal to see that familiar face-one I’d known for years-wearing the uniform of the enemy. We hadn’t been friends; I didn’t really have those, but I’d looked up to him.

  “You’re working with the Reckoners,” Roy said.

  I needed to try to lay down a false trail, get him to think I was working for someone else. “What?” I said, doing my best to look baffled.

  “Don’t try to hide it, David. It’s obvious. Everyone knows the Reckoners hit Fortuity.”

  I knelt down beside him, pack slung ove
r my shoulder. “Look, Roy, don’t let them heal you, okay? I know Enforcement has Epics who can do that. Don’t let them, if you can manage it.”

  “What, why-”

  “You want to be laid out sick for this next part, Roy,” I said softly, intensely. “Power is going to change hands in Newcago. Limelight is coming for Steelheart.”

  “Limelight?” Roy said. “Who the hell is that?”

  I walked over to the rest of my folders, then reluctantly took a can of lighter fluid from my trunk and poured it on the bed.

  “You’re working for an Epic?” Roy whispered. “You really think anyone can challenge Steelheart? Sparks, David! How many rivals has he killed?”

  “This is different,” I said, then got out some matches. “Limelight is different.” I lit the match.

  I couldn’t take the remaining folders. They were source material, facts and articles for the information I’d collected in my notebooks. I wanted to take them, but there was no more room in my bag.

  I dropped the match. The bed started aflame.

  “One of your friends might still be alive,” I said to Roy, nodding to the two Enforcement officers who were down. The leader had been shot in the head, but the other one only in the side. “Get him out. Then stay out of things, Roy. Dangerous days are coming.”

  I slung the pack over my shoulder and hastened out the door and onto the stairwell. I met Megan on the way down the steps.

  “Your plan failed,” she said quietly.

  “Worked well enough,” I said. “An Epic is dead.”

  “Only because she left her mobile on vibrate,” Megan said, hurrying down the steps beside me. “If she hadn’t been sloppy …”

  “We were lucky,” I agreed. “But we still won.”

  Mobiles were just a part of daily life. The people might live in hovels, but they all had a mobile for entertainment.

  We met Cody at the base of the playground tower near Refractionary’s corpse. He handed back my rifle. “Lad,” he said, “that was awesome.”

  I blinked. I’d been expecting another berating, like Megan had given me.

  “Prof is going to be jealous he didn’t come himself,” Cody said, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. “Were you the one who called her?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Awesome,” Cody said again, slapping me on the back.

  Megan didn’t look nearly as pleased. She gave Cody a sharp look, then reached for my pack.

  I resisted.

  “You need two hands for the rifle,” she said, pulling it free and slinging it over her shoulder. “Let’s move. Enforcement will …” She trailed off as she noticed Roy barely managing to tow the other Enforcement officer out of the burning room and onto the landing.

  I felt bad, but only a little. Copters were thumping above; he’d have help soon. We scurried across the park, heading toward the tunnels that led deeper into the understreets.

  “You left them alive?” Megan asked as we ran.

  “This was more useful,” I said. “I laid us a false trail. I told him a lie that I was working for an Epic who wants to challenge Steelheart. Hopefully it will keep them from searching for the Reckoners.” I hesitated. “Besides. They’re not our enemies.”

  “Of course they are,” she snapped.

  “No,” Cody said, jogging beside her. “He’s right, lass. They aren’t. They may work for the enemy, but they’re just regular folks. They do what they can to get by.”

  “We can’t think like that,” she said as we reached a branching tunnel. She glared at me, eyes cold. “We can’t show them mercy. They won’t show it to us.”

  “We can’t become them, lass,” Cody said, shaking his head. “Listen to Prof talk about it sometime. If we have to do what the Epics do to beat them, then it’s not worth it.”

  “I’ve heard him talk,” she said, still looking at me. “I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about Knees here.”

  “I’ll shoot an Enforcement officer if I have to,” I said, meeting her eyes. “But I won’t get distracted hunting them down. I have a goal. I’ll see Steelheart dead. That is all that matters.”

  “Bah,” she said, turning away from me. “That’s not an answer.”

  “Let’s keep moving,” Cody said, nodding toward a stairwell down to deeper tunnels.

  “He’s a scientist, lad,” Cody explained as we walked through the narrow corridors of the steel catacombs. “Studied Epics in the early days, created some pretty remarkable devices, based on what we learned from them. That’s why he’s called Prof, other than that lastname thing.”

  I nodded thoughtfully. Now that we were deep, Cody had relaxed. Megan was still stiff. She walked ahead, holding her mobile and using it to send Prof a report on the mission. Cody had his set to flashlight, hooked to the upper left of his camo jacket. I’d removed the network card from mine, which he said was a good idea until Abraham or Tia had a chance to tweak it.

  It turned out that they didn’t trust even the Knighthawk Foundry. The Reckoners usually left their mobiles linked only to one another, and had the transmissions encrypted on both ends, not using the regular network. Until I got the encryption too, I could at least use my mobile as a camera or a glorified flashlight.

  Cody walked with a relaxed posture, rifle up on his shoulder, arm looped over it and hand hanging down. I seemed to have earned his approval with Refractionary’s death.

  “So where did he work?” I asked, hungry for information about Prof. There were so many rumors about the Reckoners, but few real facts.

  “Don’t know,” Cody admitted. “Nobody’s sure what Prof’s past is, though Tia probably knows something. She doesn’t talk about it. Abe and I have bets going ’bout what Prof’s specific workplace was. I’m pretty sure he was at some kind of secret government organization.”

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Sure,” Cody said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same one that caused Calamity.”

  That was one of the theories, that the United States government-or sometimes the European Union-had somehow set off Calamity while trying to start a superhuman project. I thought it was pretty far-fetched. I’d always figured it was some kind of comet that got caught in Earth’s gravity, but I didn’t know if the science of that made any sense. Maybe it was a satellite. That could fit Cody’s theory.

  He wouldn’t be the only one who thought it reeked of conspiracy. There were a lot of things about the Epics that didn’t add up.

  “Oh, you got that look,” Cody said, pointing at me.

  “That look?”

  “Y’all think I’m crazy.”

  “No. No, of course not.”

  “You do. Well, it’s okay. I know what I know, even if Prof rolls his eyes whenever I say anything about it.” Cody smiled. “But that’s another story. As for Prof’s line of work, I think it must have been some kind of weapons facility. He created the tensors, after all.”

  “The tensors?”

  “Prof wouldn’t want you talking about that,” Megan said, looking over her shoulder. “Nobody gave authorization for him to know about it,” she added, glancing at me.

  “I’m giving it,” Cody said, relaxed. “He’s going to see anyway, lass. And don’t quote Prof’s rules at me.”

  She closed her mouth; she looked like she’d been about to do just that.

  “The tensors?” I asked again.

  “Something Prof invented,” Cody said. “Either right before or right after he left the lab. He’s got a couple of things like that, inventions that give us our main edge against the Epics. Our jackets are one of those-they can take a lot of punishment-and the tensors are another.”

  “But what are they?”

  “Gloves,” Cody said. “Well, devices in the form of gloves. They create vibrations that disrupt solid objects. Works best on dense stuff, like stone and metal, some kinds of wood. Turns that kind of material to dust, but won’t do anything to a living animal or person.”

 
“You’re kidding.” In all my years of research I’d never heard of any technology like that.

  “Nope,” Cody said. “They’re difficult to use, though. Abraham and Tia are the most skilled. But you’ll see-the tensors, they let us go where we’re not supposed to be. Where we’re not expected to be.”

  “That’s amazing,” I said, my mind racing. The Reckoners did have a reputation for being able to get where nobody thought they could. There were stories … Epics killed in their own chambers, well guarded and presumed safe. Near-magical escapes by the Reckoners.

  A device that could turn stone and metal to powder … You could get through locked doors, regardless of the security devices. You could sabotage vehicles. Maybe even knock down buildings. Suddenly, some of the most baffling mysteries surrounding the Reckoners made sense to me. How they’d gotten in to trap Daystorm, how they’d escaped the time when Calling War had nearly cornered them.

  They’d have to be clever about how they entered, so as to not leave obvious holes that gave them away. But I could see how it would work. “But why …,” I asked, dazed, “why are you telling me this?”

  “As I said, lad,” Cody explained. “You’re going to see them at work soon anyway. Might as well prepare you for it. Besides, you already know so much about us that one more thing won’t matter.”

  “Okay.” I said it lightly, then caught the somber tone of his voice. He’d left something unsaid: I already knew so much that I couldn’t be allowed to go free.

  Prof had given me my chance to leave. I’d insisted they bring me. At this point I either convinced them utterly that I wasn’t a threat and joined them, or they left me behind. Dead.

  I swallowed uncomfortably, my mouth suddenly dry. I asked for this, I told myself sternly. I’d known that once I joined them-if I joined them-I wouldn’t ever be leaving. I was in, and that was that.

  “So …” I tried to force myself not to dwell on the fact that this man-or any of them-might someday decide I needed to be shot in the name of the common good. “So how did he figure these gloves out? The tensors? I’ve never heard of anything like them.”