Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

to distract me, someone they know is here?”
    “They would have her on video from the Conflux hit,” Tia said. “They’re using her to confuse you, unhinge you.”
    Nightwielder
had
nearly killed me while I was staring at the phantom Megan.
    “You were right about Firefight,” Tia continued. “As soon as that fire Epic was out of sight of the Enforcement officers, it vanished from my video feeds. That was just an illusion, meant to distract. The real Firefight is someone else. David, they’re trying to play you so that Nightwielder can kill you. You
have
to accept this. You’re letting your hopes cloud your judgment.”
    She was right. Sparks, but she was right. I halted in the tunnel, breathing in and out deliberately, forcing myself to confront it. Megan was dead. Now Steelheart’s minions were playing with me. It made me angry. No, it made me
furious
.
    It also brought up another problem. Why would they risk revealing Firefight like that? Letting him vanish after getting out of sight when it was likely we had the place under surveillance? Using an illusion of Megan? These things exposed Firefight for what he was.
    That gave me a chill. They knew. They
knew
we were on to them, so they didn’t need to pretend.
They also knew where we’d placed the UV floodlights
, I thought,
and where some of us were hiding
.
    Something strange was going on. “Tia, I think—”
    “Will you fools stop blathering,” Prof said, his voice rough, harsh. “I need to concentrate.”
    “It’s all right, Jon,” Tia said comfortingly. “You’re doing all right.”
    “Bah! Idiots. All of you.”
    He’s using the tensors
, I thought.
It’s almost like they turn him into another person
.
    There wasn’t time to think about that. I simply hoped we all lived long enough for Prof to apologize. I climbed out of the tunnelbehind some tall steel equipment cases and panned my rifle with mounted flashlight around the corridor.
    I was saved from the strike by a fluke. I thought I saw something in the distance, and I lunged toward it, trying to get more light on it. As I did, three spears of darkness struck at me. One sliced clean through the back of my jacket and cut a line through my flesh. Just another fraction of an inch and it would have severed my spine.
    I gasped, spinning around. Nightwielder stood nearby in the cavernous room. I fired a shot at him, but nothing happened. I cursed, getting closer, rifle to my shoulder and the UV light streaming before me.
    Nightwielder smiled a devilish grin as I put a bullet through his face. Nothing. The UV wasn’t working. I froze in place, panicked. Was I wrong about his weakness? But it had worked before. Why—
    I spun about, barely stopping a group of spears. The light dispersed them as soon as it touched them, so it was still working. So what was happening?
    Illusion
, I thought, feeling stupid.
Slontze. How many times am I going to fall for that?
I scanned the walls. Sure enough, I caught a glimpse of Nightwielder staring out from one of them toward me. He pulled back before I could fire, and the darkness fell motionless again.
    I waited, sweating, focused on that point. Maybe he’d peer out again. The fake Nightwielder was just to my right, looking impassive. Firefight was in the room somewhere. Invisible. He could gun me down. Why didn’t he?
    Nightwielder peeked out again, and I fired, but he was gone in an eyeblink and the shot ricocheted off the wall. He’d probably come at me from another direction, I decided, so I took off running. As I ran I swiped the butt of my gun through the fake Nightwielder. As I expected, it passed right through, the apparition wavering faintly like a projected image.
    Explosions sounded. Abraham cursed in my ear.
    “What?” Tia asked.
    “Crossfire doesn’t work,” Cody said. “We got a big group of soldiers to fire on each other through the smoke, without their realizing that Steelheart was in the middle.”
    “At
least
a dozen shots hit him,” Abraham said. “That theory is dead. I repeat, accidental fire does
not
hurt him.”
    Calamity!
I thought. And I’d been so sure about that theory. I ground my teeth, still running.
We’re not going to be able to kill him
, I thought.
This is all going to be meaningless
.
    “I’m afraid that I can confirm,” Cody said. “I saw the bullets hit too, and he didn’t even notice.” He paused. “Prof, you’re a machine. Just thought I’d say that.”
    Prof’s only response was a