Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

infinite bullets didn’t make him any better a shot, however, and they all went wide.
    I climbed to my feet and looked the other direction, toward where the woman had been. Was she all right?
    A loud
crack
sounded in the air, and Curveball screamed, dropping to the ground. I smiled, right until a second shot fired and a spray of sparks exploded from the wall beside me. I cursed, ducking back into my alleyway. A second later the woman in the sleek reddress spun into the alleyway, holding a tiny derringer pistol and pointing it directly at my face.
    People firing handguns missed, on average, from over ten paces—but I wasn’t sure of the statistics when the pistol was fifteen inches from your face. Probably not so good for the target.
    “Wait!” I said, holding up my hands, letting my rifle fall in its strap on my shoulder. “I’m trying to help! Didn’t you see Curveball firing at me?”
    “Who do you work for?” the woman demanded.
    “Havendark Factory,” I said. “I used to drive a cab, though I—”
    “Slontze,” she said. Gun still trained on me, she raised her hand to her head, touching one finger to her ear. I could see an earring there that was probably tethered to her mobile. “Megan here. Tia. Blow it.”
    An explosion sounded nearby and I jumped. “What was that!”
    “The Reeve Playhouse.”
    “You
blew up
the Reeve?” I said. “I thought the Reckoners didn’t hurt innocents!”
    That froze her, gun still pointed at me. “How do you know who we are?”
    “You’re hunting Epics. Who else would you be?”
    “But—” She cut off, cursing softly, raising her finger again. “No time. Abraham. Where is the mark?”
    I couldn’t hear the reply, but it obviously satisfied her. A few more explosions sounded in the distance.
    She eyed me, but my hands were still raised, and she
must
have seen Curveball firing on me. She apparently decided I wasn’t a threat. She lowered her gun and hurriedly reached down, breaking the stiletto heels off her shoes. Then she grabbed the side of her dress and ripped it off.
    I gaped.
    I normally consider myself somewhat levelheaded, but it’s not every day that you find yourself in a darkened alleyway with agorgeous woman who rips off most of her clothing. Underneath she wore a low-cut tank top and a pair of spandex biker shorts. I was pleased to note that the gun holster was, indeed, strapped to her right thigh. Her mobile was hooked to the outside of the sheath.
    She tossed the dress aside—it had been designed to come off easily. Her arms were lean and firm, and the wide-eyed naivety she’d shown earlier was completely gone, replaced with a hard edge and a determined expression.
    I took a step, and in a heartbeat her pistol was trained on my forehead again. I froze.
    “Out of the alleyway,” she said, gesturing.
    I nervously did as asked, walking back onto the street.
    “On your knees, hands on head.”
    “I don’t really—”
    “Down!”
    I got down on my knees, feeling stupid, raising my hands to my head.
    “Hardman,” she said, finger to her ear. “If Knees here so much as
sneezes
, put a slug through his neck.”
    “But—” I began.
    She took off at a run down the street, moving much more quickly now that she’d removed the heels and the dress. That left me alone. I felt like an idiot kneeling there, hairs on my neck prickling as I thought of the sniper who had his weapon trained on me.
    How many agents did the Reckoners have here? I couldn’t imagine them trying anything like this without at least two dozen. Another explosion shook the ground. Why the blasts? They’d alert Enforcement, Steelheart’s soldiers. Lackeys and thugs were bad enough; Enforcement wielded advanced guns and the occasional armor unit—twelve-foot-tall robotic suits of power armor.
    The next explosion was closer, just down the block. Something must have gone wrong in their original plan, otherwise Fortuitywouldn’t have gotten away from the woman in red. Megan? Was that what she’d said her name was?
    This was one of their contingency plans. But what were they trying to do?
    A figure burst out of an alleyway nearby, almost making me jump. I held still, cursing that sniper, but I did turn my head slightly to look. The figure wore red, and still had handcuffs on. Fortuity.
    The explosions
, I realized.
They were to scare him back this way!
    He crossed the street, then turned to run in my direction. Megan—if that was really her name—burst from the same