Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

his hand along the sleek, dark green finish on one of the cycles. “Wasn’t about to let machines like
this
pass us by.”
    “But … you told me no!”
    Abraham laughed. “I’ve heard how you drive, David.” He pushed a ramp out from the back of the van and rolled one of the bikes down to Megan. She climbed on, starting it up. Small ovals mounted to the sides of the cycles glowed a bright green. I’d noticed those at Diamond’s.
    Gravatonics
, I thought.
To make the cycles lighter, maybe?
Gravatonics couldn’t make things fly; they were just used to reduce recoil or to make heavy items easier to move.
    Abraham rolled the next vehicle down.
    “You
were
going to get to drive one, David,” Cody said, quickly gathering things out of the back of the van, including the dowser. “But somebody wrecked the van.”
    “It would never stay ahead of the copters anyway,” Megan said. “Two of us will have to ride tandem.”
    “I’ll take David on mine,” Cody said. “Grab that pack, lad. Where are the helmets?”
    “Hurry!” Tia exclaimed, her voice urgent.
    I jumped to grab the pack Cody pointed out. It was heavy. “I can drive!” I said.
    Megan glanced at me as she pulled on her helmet. “You took out two signs trying to drive around
one
corner.”
    “Small ones!” I said, slinging on the pack and dashing toward Cody’s cycle. “And I was under a lot of pressure!”
    “Really?” Megan said. “Kind of like we are now?”
    I hesitated.
Wow. I walked into that one, didn’t I?
    Cody and Abraham started up their cycles. There were only three helmets. I didn’t ask for one—hopefully my Reckoner jacket would be enough.
    Before I could reach Cody, I heard the thumping sounds of a copter overhead. An Enforcement armored van appeared out of a side street, a man in the machine-gun turret on the top. He opened fire.
    “Calamity!” Cody said, kicking his cycle forward with a burst of speed as the bullets hit the ground near him. I fell back beside the wreckage of our van.
    “Get on,” Megan yelled to me; she was closest. “Now!”
    I ducked down and ran to her cycle, throwing myself up behind her and grabbing her waist as she revved the engine. We lurched away, zipping down an alleyway as Enforcement cycles came roaring out of another side street.
    We lost Cody and Abraham in a flash. I held tight to Megan—something I’ll admit I wished I could have done under less insane circumstances. Cody’s bag thumped against my back.
    I left my rifle in the van
, I realized with a sinking feeling. I hadn’t noticed in the panic to grab Cody’s bag and get to a cycle.
    I felt terrible, like I’d abandoned a friend.
    We burst out of the alleyway and Megan turned onto a dark city street, increasing our speed to what I felt was a pretty ridiculous level. The wind blew against my face so powerfully, I had to squeeze in close and low against her back.
    “Where are we going?” I yelled.
    Fortunately we still had our mobiles and our earpieces. Though I couldn’t hear her naturally, her voice spoke in my ear. “There’s a plan! We all go different ways and meet up!”
    “Except you’re going the wrong way,” Tia said, sounding exasperated. “And so is Abraham!”
    “Where is the limo?” Abraham asked; even with his voice in my ear, it was hard to hear him over the wind.
    “Forget the limo,” Prof ordered.
    “I can still get to Conflux,” Abraham said.
    “It doesn’t matter,” Prof said.
    “But—”
    “It’s over,” Prof said, voice harsh. “We ran.”
    We ran.
    Megan hit a bump and I jolted, but hung on tight. My mind reeled as I realized what Prof meant. An Epic who truly sought to defeat Steelheart wouldn’t have run from Enforcement; he’d have been able to handle a few squads of them on his own.
    By fleeing, we proved what we really were. Steelheart would never face us in person now.
    “Then I want to do something,” Abraham said, “make him hurt before we abandon the city. Half of Enforcement is going to be out chasing us. That limo is unguarded, and I’ve got some grenades.”
    “Jon, let him try,” Tia said. “This is already a disaster. At least we can make it cost Steelheart.”
    Streetlights were a blur. I could hear cycles behind us, and I risked glancing over my shoulder.
Calamity!
I thought. They were close, their headlights illuminating the street.
    “You’ll never make it,” Prof said to Abraham. “Enforcement is on you.”
    “We’ll draw them off him,” I