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Authors: Brandon Sanderson
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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 man. He’d be around to lay down cover at Enforcement officers if something went wrong. He’d intimidate information out of people when needed, and would probably work the heavy machinery if the plan called for it.
Red-haired Tia, narrow-faced and articulate, was probably the team’s scholar. Judging from her clothes, she wouldn’t be involved in confrontations, and the Reckoners needed people like her—someone who knew exactly how Epic powers worked, and who could help decipher their targets’ weaknesses.
Megan had to be point woman. She would be the one who went into danger, who moved the Epic into position. Cody, with his camo and sniper rifle, was most likely fire support. I was guessing that after Megan neutralized the Epic’s powers in some way, Cody would pick them off or checkmate them with precision fire.
Which left Prof. Team leader, I supposed. Maybe a second point man, if they needed one? I hadn’t quite placed him yet, though something itched at me regarding his name.
As we entered the room again, Abraham looked interested in what I was going to say. On the other hand, Tia looked annoyed, and Cody actually looked amused. The sniper leaned back against the wall and relaxed, crossing his arms to watch the hallway. The rest of them surrounded me, waiting.
I smiled at Megan, but her face had become impassive. Cold, even. What had changed?
I took a deep breath. “I’ve seen Steelheart bleed,” I repeated. “It happened ten years ago, when I was eight. My father and I were at the First Union Bank on Adams Street.…”
I fell silent, story finished, my last words hanging in the air.
And I intend to see him bleed again
. It sounded like bravado to me now,standing before a group of people who had dedicated their lives to killing Epics.
My nervousness had evaporated while telling the story. It felt oddly relaxing to finally share it, giving voice to those terrible events. At last, someone else knew. If I were to die, there would be
“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 man. He’d be around to lay down cover at Enforcement officers if something went wrong. He’d intimidate information out of people when needed, and would probably work the heavy machinery if the plan called for it.
Red-haired Tia, narrow-faced and articulate, was probably the team’s scholar. Judging from her clothes, she wouldn’t be involved in confrontations, and the Reckoners needed people like her—someone who knew exactly how Epic powers worked, and who could help decipher their targets’ weaknesses.
Megan had to be point woman. She would be the one who went into danger, who moved the Epic into position. Cody, with his camo and sniper rifle, was most likely fire support. I was guessing that after Megan neutralized the Epic’s powers in some way, Cody would pick them off or checkmate them with precision fire.
Which left Prof. Team leader, I supposed. Maybe a second point man, if they needed one? I hadn’t quite placed him yet, though something itched at me regarding his name.
As we entered the room again, Abraham looked interested in what I was going to say. On the other hand, Tia looked annoyed, and Cody actually looked amused. The sniper leaned back against the wall and relaxed, crossing his arms to watch the hallway. The rest of them surrounded me, waiting.
I smiled at Megan, but her face had become impassive. Cold, even. What had changed?
I took a deep breath. “I’ve seen Steelheart bleed,” I repeated. “It happened ten years ago, when I was eight. My father and I were at the First Union Bank on Adams Street.…”
I fell silent, story finished, my last words hanging in the air.
And I intend to see him bleed again
. It sounded like bravado to me now,standing before a group of people who had dedicated their lives to killing Epics.
My nervousness had evaporated while telling the story. It felt oddly relaxing to finally share it, giving voice to those terrible events. At last, someone else knew. If I were to die, there would be
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