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inched the gun to the side, then squeezed again. The second went down. The other two lowered their weapons, dodging.
    Look. Squeeze. Three down. The last one was full-out running by the time I focused on him, and he managed to get behind cover. I hesitated, spine itching—waiting to feel the bullet from the sniperhit my back. It didn’t come. Hardman, it appeared, had realized that I was a good guy.
    I stood up hesitantly. It wasn’t the first time I’d killed, unfortunately. It didn’t happen often, but once or twice, I’d had to protect myself in the understreets. This was different, but I didn’t have time to think about it.
    I shoved those emotions aside, and not knowing what else to do, I turned to the left and took off at a dead run down the street after Fortuity and the Reckoner woman. The Epic cursed and weaved toward a side street. The streets were all empty. Our explosions and gunfire had caused anyone nearby to clear out—this sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in Newcago.
    Megan dashed after Fortuity, and I was able to cut to the side and meet up with her. She glared at me as we barreled down the cross street, shoulder to shoulder, after the Epic.
    “I told you to stay put, Knees!” she yelled.
    “Good thing I ignored you! I just saved your life.”
    “That’s why I haven’t shot you. Get out of here.”
    I ignored her, aiming my rifle as I ran and taking a shot at the Epic. It went wide—it was too hard to run and fire at the same time.
He’s fast!
I thought, annoyed.
    “That’s useless,” the girl said. “You can’t hit him.”
    “I can slow him down,” I said, lowering the rifle, running past a pub with lights off and doors closed. A group of nervous patrons watched from one of the windows. “Dodging will throw him off balance.”
    “Not for long.”
    “We need to both fire at once,” I said. “We can pin him between two bullets, so either way he dodges, he’ll hit one of them. Checkmate.”
    “Are you insane?” she said, still running. “That would be near impossible.”
    She was right. “Well, let’s use his weakness, then. I know youknow what it is—otherwise you’d never have gotten those handcuffs on him.”
    “It won’t help,” she said, dodging around a lamppost.
    “It worked for you. Tell me what it is. I’ll use it.”
    “Slontze,” she cursed at me. “His danger sense is weakened if he’s attracted to you. So unless he finds you a
whole
lot prettier than I do, it’s
not
going to help.”
    Oh
, I thought. Well, that was a problem.
    “We need to—” Megan began, but then cut off, raising her finger to her ear as we ran. “No! I can do this! I don’t
care
how close they are!”
    They’re trying to get her to pull out
, I realized. It wouldn’t be long before Enforcement arrived.
    Ahead of us an unfortunate driver, probably on the way to the club district, pulled around the corner. The car screeched to a halt, and Fortuity cut in front of it, heading to the right down another alleyway that would lead him toward more populated streets.
    I got an idea.
    “Take this,” I said, tossing my rifle to Megan. I whipped out my extra magazine and tossed it to her as well. “Fire at him. Slow him down.”
    “What?” Megan demanded. “Who are you to give me—”
    “Do it!” I said, skidding to a stop beside the car. I pulled open the passenger door. “Out,” I said to the woman behind the wheel.
    The bystander got out and scurried away, leaving the keys in the ignition. In a world full of Epics with the legal right to take any vehicle they want, few people ask questions. Steelheart is brutal with thieves who aren’t Epics, so most would never try what I’d just done.
    Outside the car, Megan cursed, then raised my rifle expertly and took a shot. She had good aim, and Fortuity—just a little ways down the alleyway—stumbled to the right, his danger sense prompting him to dodge out of the way. As I’d hoped, it slowed him considerably.
    I gunned the engine.