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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.

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    “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 know any … I don’t know. Secret handshakes? Special identifiers? Codes so other Reckoners know I’m one of them?”
    “Son,” Prof said, “you’re
not
one of us.”
    “I know, I know,” I said quickly. “But I don’t want anyone to surprise us and think I’m an enemy or something, and—”
    “Megan,” Prof said, jerking his thumb at me. “Entertain the kid. I need to think.” He walked on ahead, joining Tia, and the two of them began speaking quietly.
    Megan gave me a scowl. I probably deserved it, for yammering questions at Prof like that. I was just so nervous. Phaedrus himself, the founder of the Reckoners. Now that I knew what to look for, I recognized him from the descriptions—sparse though they were—that I’d read.
    The man was a legend. A god among freedom fighters and assassins alike. I was starstruck, and the questions had just dribbled out. In truth I was proud of myself for not asking for an autograph on my gun.
    My behavior hadn’t