Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

yours. If we were to fight, you would lose. You see? Your intimidation, it does not work.”
    “There are more of us than you, friend,” the guy said softly. “And we’re ready to die. Are you?”
    I felt a chill at the back of my neck. No, these
weren’t
the murderers I’d been led to believe lived down here. They were something more dangerous. Like a pack of wolves.
    I could see it in them now, in the way they moved, in the way groups of them had watched us pass. These were outcasts, but outcasts who had banded together to become one. They no longer lived as individuals, but as a group.
    And for this group, guns like the ones Abraham and Megan carried would increase their chances of survival. They’d take them, even if it meant losing some of their numbers. It looked to be about a dozen men and women against just three, and we were surrounded. They were terrible odds. I itched to lower my rifle and start shooting.
    “You didn’t ambush us,” Abraham pointed out. “You hope to be able to end this without death.”
    The thieves didn’t reply.
    “It is very kind of you to offer us this chance,” Abraham said, nodding to them. There was a strange sincerity to Abraham; from another person, words like those might have sounded condescending or sarcastic, but from him they sounded genuine. “You have let us pass several times, through territory you consider to be your own. For this also, I give you my thanks.”
    “The guns,” the thug said.
    “I cannot give them to you,” Abraham said. “We need them. Beyond this, if we were to give them to you, it would go poorly for you and yours. Others would see them, and would desire them. Other gangs would seek to take them from you as you have sought to take them from us.”
    “That isn’t for you to decide.”
    “Perhaps not. However, in respect of the honor you have shown us, I will offer you a deal. A duel, between you and me. Only one man need be shot. If we win, you will leave us be, and allow us topass freely through this area in the future. If you win, my friends will deliver up their weapons, and you may take from my body that which you wish.”
    “These are the steel catacombs,” the man said. Some of his companions were whispering now, and he glared at them with shadowed eyes, then continued. “This is not a place of deals.”
    “And yet, you already offered us one,” Abraham said calmly. “You did us honor. I trust that you will show it to us again.”
    It didn’t seem to be about honor to me. They hadn’t ambushed us because they were afraid of us; they wanted the weapons, but they didn’t want a fight. They aimed to intimidate us instead.
    The lead thug, however, finally nodded. “Fine,” he said. “A deal.” Then he quickly raised his rifle and fired. The bullet hit Abraham right in the chest.
    I jumped, cursing as I scrambled for my gun.
    But Abraham didn’t fall. He didn’t even twitch. Two more shots cracked in the narrow tunnel, bullets hitting him, one in the leg, one in the shoulder. Ignoring his powerful machine gun, he calmly reached to his side and took his handgun out of its holster, then shot the thug in the thigh.
    The man cried out, dropping his battered rifle and collapsing, holding his wounded leg. Most of the others seemed too shocked to respond, though a few lowered their weapons nervously. Abraham casually reholstered his pistol.
    I felt sweat trickle down my brow. The jacket seemed to be doing its job, and doing it better than I’d assumed. But I didn’t have one of those yet. If the other thugs opened fire …
    Abraham handed his machine gun to Megan, then walked forward and knelt beside the fallen thug. “Place pressure here, please,” he said in a friendly tone, positioning the man’s hand on his thigh. “There, very good. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll bandage the wound. I shot you where the bullet could pass through the muscle, so it wouldn’t get lodged inside.”
    The thug groaned at the pain as Abraham took out a bandage and wrapped the leg.
    “You cannot kill us, friend,” Abraham continued, speaking more softly. “We are not what you thought us to be. Do you understand?”
    The thug nodded vigorously.
    “It would be wise to be our allies, do you not think?”
    “Yes,” the thug said.
    “Wonderful,” Abraham replied, tying the bandage tight. “Change that twice a day. Use boiled bandages.”
    “Yes.”
    “Good.” Abraham stood and took his gun back and turned to the rest of the