Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

road he’d appeared out of. She turned this way, trying to chase him down, but behind her—in the distance—another group of figures rushed out from a different street.
    They were four of Spritz’s thugs, in suits and carrying submachine guns. They pointed at Megan.
    I watched from the other side of the street as Megan and Fortuity passed me. The thugs were approaching from my right, and Megan and Fortuity were running to my left, all of us on the same darkened street.
    Come on!
I thought at the sniper up above.
She doesn’t see them! They’ll gun her down. Take them out!
    Nothing. The thugs leveled their guns. I felt sweat trickle down the back of my neck. Then, teeth clenched, I rolled to the side, whipping my rifle out and drawing a bead on one of them.
    I took a deep breath, concentrated, and squeezed the trigger, fully expecting to be shot in the head from above.

4
    A handgun is like a firecracker—unpredictable. Light a firecracker, toss it, and you never really know where it’s going to land or the damage it’s going to do. The same’s true when you shoot a handgun.
    An Uzi is even worse—it’s like a string of firecrackers. Much more likely to hurt something, but still awkward and unruly.
    A rifle is elegant. It’s an extension of your will. Take aim, squeeze the trigger, make things happen. In the hands of an expert with stillness inside of him, there’s nothing more deadly than a good rifle.
    The first thug fell to my shot. I inched the gun to the side, then squeezed again. The second went down. The other two lowered their weapons, dodging.
    Look. Squeeze. Three down. The last one was full-out running by the time I focused on him, and he managed to get behind cover. I hesitated, spine itching—waiting to feel the bullet from the sniperhit my back. It didn’t come. Hardman, it appeared, had realized that I was a good guy.
    I stood up hesitantly. It wasn’t the first time I’d killed, unfortunately. It didn’t happen often, but once or twice, I’d had to protect myself in the understreets. This was different, but I didn’t have time to think about it.
    I shoved those emotions aside, and not knowing what else to do, I turned to the left and took off at a dead run down the street after Fortuity and the Reckoner woman. The Epic cursed and weaved toward a side street. The streets were all empty. Our explosions and gunfire had caused anyone nearby to clear out—this sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in Newcago.
    Megan dashed after Fortuity, and I was able to cut to the side and meet up with her. She glared at me as we barreled down the cross street, shoulder to shoulder, after the Epic.
    “I told you to stay put, Knees!” she yelled.
    “Good thing I ignored you! I just saved your life.”
    “That’s why I haven’t shot you. Get out of here.”
    I ignored her, aiming my rifle as I ran and taking a shot at the Epic. It went wide—it was too hard to run and fire at the same time.
He’s fast!
I thought, annoyed.
    “That’s useless,” the girl said. “You can’t hit him.”
    “I can slow him down,” I said, lowering the rifle, running past a pub with lights off and doors closed. A group of nervous patrons watched from one of the windows. “Dodging will throw him off balance.”
    “Not for long.”
    “We need to both fire at once,” I said. “We can pin him between two bullets, so either way he dodges, he’ll hit one of them. Checkmate.”
    “Are you insane?” she said, still running. “That would be near impossible.”
    She was right. “Well, let’s use his weakness, then. I know youknow what it is—otherwise you’d never have gotten those handcuffs on him.”
    “It won’t help,” she said, dodging around a lamppost.
    “It worked for you. Tell me what it is. I’ll use it.”
    “Slontze,” she cursed at me. “His danger sense is weakened if he’s attracted to you. So unless he finds you a
whole
lot prettier than I do, it’s
not
going to help.”
    Oh
, I thought. Well, that was a problem.
    “We need to—” Megan began, but then cut off, raising her finger to her ear as we ran. “No! I can do this! I don’t
care
how close they are!”
    They’re trying to get her to pull out
, I realized. It wouldn’t be long before Enforcement arrived.
    Ahead of us an unfortunate driver, probably on the way to the club district, pulled around the corner. The car screeched to a halt, and Fortuity cut in front of it, heading to the right down another alleyway that would lead