Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

grown grim; he knew that if none of these ideas let us kill Steelheart, our chances of survival were slim.
    “A copter will work best,” Abraham said. “Without Conflux, Enforcement is grounded. If we can use a power cell, or even make him power a copter for us …”
    “That will be good,” Tia said. “But we’ll still have to disengage.”
    “Well, we’ve still got Diamond in custody,” Abraham said. “We could grab some of his explosives—”
    “Wait,” I said, confused. “In
custody
?”
    “I had Abraham and Cody grab him the evening of your little encounter,” Prof said absently. “Couldn’t risk letting him say what he knew.”
    “But … you said he’d never …”
    “He saw a hole made by the tensors,” Prof said, “and you were linked to him in Nightwielder’s mind. The moment they saw you at one of our operations, they’d grab Diamond. It was for his safety as much as our own.”
    “So … what are you doing with him?”
    “Feeding him a lot,” Prof said, “and bribing him to lie low. He was pretty unsettled by that run-in, and I think he was happy we took him.” Prof hesitated. “I promised him a look at how the tensors work in exchange for him remaining in one of our bolt-holes until this all blows over.”
    I sat back against the wall of the room, disturbed. Prof hadn’t said it, but I could read the truth from his tone. The emergence of knowledge of the tensors would change the way the Reckoners worked.Even if we beat Steelheart, they had lost something great—no longer would they be able to sneak into places unexpectedly. Their enemies would be able to plan, watch, prepare.
    I’d brought about the end of an era. They didn’t seem to blame me, but I couldn’t help feeling some guilt. I was like the guy who had brought the spoiled shrimp cocktail to the party, causing everyone to throw up for a week straight.
    “Anyway,” Abraham said, tapping the screen of Tia’s datapad, “we could dig out a section under the field here with the tensors, leave an inch or so of steel, then pack the hole with explosives. If we have to punch out, we blow the thing, maybe take out some soldiers and use the confusion and smoke to cover our escape.”
    “Assuming Steelheart doesn’t just chase us down and shoot the copter out of the sky,” Prof said.
    We fell silent.
    “I believe you said
I
was a downer?” Abraham asked.
    “Sorry,” Prof replied. “Just pretend I said something self-righteous about truth instead.”
    Abraham smiled.
    “It’s a workable plan,” Prof said. “Though we might want to try to set up some kind of decoy explosion, maybe back at his palace, to draw him off. Abraham, I’ll let you handle that. Tia, can you send a message to Steelheart through these networks without being traced?”
    “I should be able to,” she replied.
    “Well, give him a response from Limelight. Tell him: ‘Be ready on the night of the third day. You’ll know the place when the time comes.’ ”
    She nodded.
    “Three days?” Abraham said. “Not much time.”
    “We really don’t have much we need to prepare,” Prof said. “Besides, anything longer would be too suspicious; he probably expects us to face him tonight. This will have to do, though.”
    The Reckoners nodded, and the preparations for our last fight began. I sat back, my anxiety rising. I was
finally
going to have my chance to face him. Killing him with this plan seemed almost as much a longshot as ever.
    But I would finally get my chance.

34
    THE vibrations shook me to the soul. It seemed that my soul vibrated back. I breathed in, shaping the sound with a thought, then thrust my hand forward and sent the music outward. Music only I could hear, music only I could control.
    I opened my eyes. A portion of the tunnel in front of me collapsed into fine, powdery dust. I wore a mask, though Prof continued to assure me the stuff wasn’t as bad to breathe as I thought.
    I wore my mobile strapped to my forehead, shining brightly. The small tunnel through the steel was cramped, but I was alone, so I was able to move as much as I needed to.
    As always, using the tensor reminded me of Megan and that day when we’d infiltrated the power station. It reminded me of the elevator shaft, where she’d shared with me things it seemed she hadn’t shared with many. I’d asked Abraham if he’d known she was fromPortland, and he’d seemed surprised. He said she never spoke about her past.
    I scooped the steel dust into a