Firefight by Brandon Sanderson Read Free Book Online

the beginning, using their abilities wildly, destroying. Steelheart had quickly rounded up such individuals and subjugated them. Out here, there would be nobody to stop their initial rampage.
    I settled back, disturbed, but eventually returned to my reading. This was our third night on the road. When dawn had broken after the first night, Prof had driven us into a hidden safe house. Apparently, the Reckoners had many of them along major roadways. Usually they were hollows sheared into rock with tensors, then secured with hidden doors.
    I hadn’t pushed Prof too much about the tensors. Even with me, he talked about them as if they were technology—and not secretly just a cover for his powers. He only allowed the Reckoners in his personal team to use them, which made sense. Most Epic powers had a distinct range. From what I’d been able to determine, you had to be within a dozen miles or so of Prof for the gifted tensors or energy shields to work.
    What made it even more confusing was that the Reckoners did have technology that emulated Epic powers. Such as the gauss gun I’d used in fighting Steelheart, and the dowser, which was a device they used to test if someone was an Epic or not. I’d been suspicious that these things had also secretly been from Prof’s powers, but he’d promised me they weren’t. It was possible to kill an Epic, then use something about theirDNA to reverse engineer machines that mimicked their powers. That’s what made Prof’s deception so believable. Why assume that your team leader is an Epic when there’s a perfectly good technological explanation for the things the team can do?
    I flipped through to the back of the stapled series of notes that Tia had given me. There, I found the profile for Sourcefield, which we’d gathered soon after she’d come to Newcago. Emiline Bask , it read. Former hotel desk clerk. Fan of Asian pulp cinema. Gained Epic powers two years after Calamity .
    I scanned through her history. She’d spent some time in Detroit, Madison, and Little Blackstone. She’d allied with Static and his band of Epics for a few years, then she’d vanished for a while before turning up in Newcago to kill the lot of us. This was interesting, but it wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted to know her pre-Epic history, in particular her personality before she became one of them. Had she been a troublemaker, like Steelheart?
    For that, I only had a few paragraphs. She’d been raised by an aunt after her mother committed suicide, but the pages said nothing about her personality. There was a note at the end. Mother’s trauma related to grandparents, obviously .
    I leaned forward as the jeep picked up a little speed. “Tia?”
    “Hmm?” she asked, looking up from her datapad, which she hid in a box like mine to shield the light.
    “What does this mean—it references Sourcefield’s mother’s trauma being related somehow to her grandparents?”
    “Not sure,” she said. “What I gave you was part of a larger file that Jori had compiled; he sent us only the relevant information.”
    My own files didn’t have much on Sourcefield. I looked at that paragraph again, lit inside my shoebox. “Would you mind asking him for the rest of the information?”
    “What is it about dead Epics that fascinates you so?” Tia asked.
    Prof kept his eyes forward, but he seemed to perk up.
    “You remember Mitosis?” I asked. “That Epic who tried to take Newcago a few months back?”
    “Of course.”
    “His weakness was rock music,” I said. “Specifically his own music.” He’d been a minor rock star before gaining his Epic powers.
    “So?”
    “So … it’s a mighty coincidence, isn’t it? That his own music should negate his powers? Tia, what if there’s a pattern to the weaknesses? One we haven’t cracked yet?”
    “Someone would have spotted it,” Prof said.
    “Would they?” I asked. “Early on, nobody even knew about the weaknesses. The Epics weren’t quick to tell