Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

happened with Duskwatch.”
    “I remember,” he said. He studied me further.
    “What?” Tia asked.
    “He knows about the rescue workers,” Prof said.
    “The rescue workers?” Cody asked.
    “Steelheart covered up that he killed the rescue workers,” Prof said softly. “Few know of what he did to them and the survivors—of what happened at the First Union building. He didn’t kill anyone who went to help at other city buildings he’d destroyed. He only killed the rescue workers at First Union.
    “Something
is
different about his destruction of the bank,” Prof continued. “We know he entered that one, and spoke to the people inside. He didn’t do that elsewhere. They say he came out of FirstUnion enraged. Something happened inside. I’ve known that for a while. The other cell leaders know it as well. We assumed that whatever made him angry had to do with Deathpoint.” Prof sat with one hand on his knee, and he tapped his finger in thought, studying me. “Steelheart got his scar that day. Nobody knows how.”
    “I do,” I said.
    “Perhaps,” Prof said.
    “Perhaps,”
Megan said. “Perhaps not. Prof, he could have heard of the murders and known of Steelheart’s scar, then fabricated the rest! There’d be no way to prove it, because if he’s right, then he and Steelheart are the only witnesses.”
    Prof nodded slowly.
    “Hitting Steelheart would be near impossible,” Abraham said. “Even if we
could
figure out his weakness, he’s got guards. Strong ones.”
    “Firefight, Conflux, and Nightwielder,” I said, nodding. “I’ve got a plan for dealing with each of them. I think I’ve figured out their weaknesses.”
    Tia frowned. “You have?”
    “Ten years,” I said softly. “For ten years, all I’ve done is plan how to get to him.”
    Prof still seemed thoughtful. “Son,” he said to me. “What did you say your name was?”
    “David.”
    “Well, David. You guessed we were going to hit Fortuity. What would you guess we’d do next?”
    “You’ll leave Newcago by nightfall,” I said immediately. “That’s always what a team does after springing a trap. Of course, there
is
no nightfall here. But you’ll be gone in a few hours, then go rejoin the rest of the Reckoners.”
    “And what would be the next Epic we’d be planning to hit?” Prof asked.
    “Well,” I said, thinking quickly, remembering my lists andprojections. “None of your teams have been active in the Middle Grasslands or Caliph lately. I’d guess your next target would be either the Armsman in Omaha, or Lightning, one of the Epics in Snowfall’s band out in Sacramento.”
    Cody whistled softly. Apparently I’d guessed pretty well—which was fortunate. I hadn’t been too sure. I tended to be right about a quarter of the time lately, guessing where Reckoner cells would strike.
    Prof suddenly moved to stand. “Abraham, prep Hole Fourteen. Cody, see if you can get a false trail set up that will lead to Caliph.”
    “Hole Fourteen?” Tia said. “We’re staying in the city?”
    “Yes,” Prof said.
    “Jon,” Tia said, addressing Prof. His real name, probably. “I can’t—”
    “I’m not saying that we’re going to hit Steelheart,” he said, holding up a hand. He pointed at me. “But if the kid has figured out what we’re going to do next, someone else might have too. That means we need to change. Immediately. We’ll go to ground here for a few days.” He looked at me. “As for Steelheart … we’ll see. First I want to hear your story again. I want to hear it a dozen times. Then I’ll decide what to do next.”
    He held out a hand to me. I took it hesitantly, letting him pull me to my feet. There was something in this man’s eyes, something I didn’t expect to see. A hatred of Steelheart nearly as deep as my own. It was manifest in the way he said the Epic’s name, the way his lips turned down, the way his eyes narrowed and seemed to
burn
as he spoke the word.
    It seemed like the two of us understood each other in that moment.
    Prof
, I thought.
Professor, PhD. The man who founded the Reckoners is named Jonathan Phaedrus. P-h … d
.
    This wasn’t just a team commander, a chief of one of the Reckoner cells. This was Jon Phaedrus himself. Their leader and founder.

8
    “SO …,” I said as we left the room. “Where’s this place we’re going? Hole Fourteen?”
    “You don’t need to know that,” Prof said.
    “Can I have my rifle magazine back?”
    “No.”
    “Do I need to