Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

mess, we won’t be coming back here for a long while.”
    That seemed to settle it for all of them. Megan gave me a shrug, an almost apologetic one that seemed to indicate she’d said what she had as thanks for saving her from the thugs with the Uzis. The others gathered around Prof, joining him as he walked to the door.
    I stood behind, feeling impotent and frustrated.
    “You’re failing,” I said to them, my voice growing soft.
    For some reason this made Prof hesitate. He glanced back at me, most of the others already out the door.
    “You never go for the real targets,” I said bitterly. “You always pick the safe ones, like Fortuity. Epics you can isolate and kill. Monsters, yes, but relatively unimportant ones. Never the
real
monsters, the Epics who broke us and turned our nation to rubble.”
    “We do what we can,” Prof said. “Getting ourselves killed trying to take out an invincible Epic wouldn’t serve anyone.”
    “Killing men like Fortuity won’t do much either,” I said. “There are too many of them, and if you keep picking targets like him, nobody’s going to worry about you. You’re only an annoyance. You can’t change the world that way.”
    “We’re not trying to,” Prof said. “We’re just killing Epics.”
    “What would you have us do, lad?” Hardman—I mean, Cody—said, amused. “Take on Steelheart himself?”
    “Yes,” I said fervently, stepping forward. “You want to change things, you want to make them afraid? He’s the one to attack! Show them that nobody’s above our vengeance!”
    Prof shook his head. He continued on his way, black lab coat rustling. “I made this decision years ago, son. We have to fight the battles we have a chance of winning.”
    He walked out into the hallway. I was left alone in the small room, the flashlight they’d left behind giving a cold glow to the steel chamber.
    I had failed.

7
    I stood in the still, quiet box of a room lit by the abandoned flashlight. It appeared to be running low on charge, but the steel walls reflected the dim light well.
    No
, I thought.
    I strode from the room, heedless of the warnings.
Let them shoot me
.
    Their retreating figures were backlit by their mobiles, a group of dark forms in the cramped hallway.
    “Nobody else fights,” I called after them. “Nobody else even tries! You’re the only ones left. If even
you’re
scared of men like Steelheart, then how can anyone ever think any differently?”
    The Reckoners continued walking.
    “Your work means something!” I yelled. “But it’s not enough! So long as the most powerful of the Epics consider themselves immune,nothing will change. So long as you leave them alone, you’re essentially
proving
what they’ve always said! That if an Epic is strong enough, he can take what he wants, do what he wants. You’re saying they deserve to rule.”
    The group kept walking, though Prof—toward the rear—seemed to hesitate. It was only for a moment.
    I took a deep breath. There was only one thing left to try. “I’ve seen Steelheart bleed.”
    Prof stiffened.
    That made the others pause. Prof looked over his shoulder at me.
“What?”
    “I’ve seen Steelheart bleed.”
    “Impossible,” Abraham said. “The man is perfectly impervious.”
    “I’ve seen it,” I said, heart thumping, face sweating. I’d never told anyone. The secret was too dangerous. If Steelheart knew that someone had survived the bank attack that day, he’d hunt me down. There would be no hiding, no running. Not if he thought I knew his weakness.
    I didn’t, not completely. But I had a clue, perhaps the only one anyone had.
    “Making up lies won’t get you on our team, son,” Prof said slowly.
    “I’m not lying,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Not about this. Give me a few minutes to tell my story. At least listen.”
    “This is foolishness,” Tia said, taking hold of Prof’s arm. “Prof, let’s go.”
    Prof didn’t respond. He studied me, eyes searching my own, as if looking for something. I felt strangely exposed before him, naked. As if he could see my every wish and sin.
    He walked slowly back to me. “All right, son,” he said. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.” He gestured back toward the room. “I’ll listen to what you have to say.”
    We walked back into the small room amid a few grumbles from some of the others. I was beginning to place the members of theteam. Abraham, with his large machine gun and beefy arms—he had to be the heavy-weapons