“Ah … right.”
I shrugged the spyril’s main mechanism onto my back and pulled the straps tight while Mizzy handed up the gloves. “You know,” she said, “I was really looking forward to using this thing to prove how awesome I was, so Prof would agree I’d make a great point woman.”
“And do you have any idea how to use the spyril?”
“I put the thing together and I maintain it. I’ve got heaps of theoretical knowledge.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“How hard can it be?” She shrugged. “You figured it out, after all.…”
I grinned, but there wasn’t much emotion behind it. “Do you know where Prof was going to trap Megan?”
“Down by where we’re planning to hit Newton. He set up a meeting between you and her, using your phone.”
“Down where … But that’s a long ways from where Obliteration is set up.”
Mizzy shrugged. “Prof wanted to do the Firefight hit in the same region as the Newton hit. The point is to get Regalia to manifest there, right? Giving Tia the last data point she needs to pinpoint where Regalia’s hiding. Of course, if her range is greater than we think, that’s all pointless.…”
“Exactly,” I said.
Prof’s plan made sense, though, at least with the limited information he had. If the point was to draw Regalia, then hitting two of her Epics—instead of one—would be that much more likely to get her attention.
“If Prof is down in Chinatown,” I said, “then who’s watching Obliteration?”
“Nobody. Prof said it was unlikely he’d be charged enough to release his power today. And we have the camera, so Tia can watch him.”
I felt cold. Everything we’d done could have been part of Regalia’s plan, camera included. “How quickly do you think you can get there to check on Obliteration?”
“Ten, fifteen minutes, running. Why?”
“Let’s just say I have a really, really bad feeling about all of this.”
“Okaaaay …” She stood back, the spyril strapped into place on me. “You looked far more dashing with the wetsuit, you know. It gave you a kind of crazy-Navy-SEAL-special-ops-dude feel. Without it, you have more of a crazy-homeless-guy-who-strapped-a-toaster-to-his-back vibe.”
“Great. Maybe it will make people underestimate me.”
“Prof’s an Epic, isn’t he?” she asked softly.
I glanced at her, then nodded, fitting my hands into the gloves one at a time. “When did you figure it out?”
“I’m not sure. It just kind of makes sense, you know? The way you’ve all been acting around him, the secrets, the way Tia wouldn’t explain how you rescued those people in the building. I probably should have put it together earlier.”
“You’re smarter than I am. He had to put a forcefield in front of my face before I realized what he was.”
“So this isn’t about us getting revenge or putting down Epics or even punishing criminals,” Mizzy said, sounding exhausted. “It’s a power struggle. A turf war.”
“No,” I said firmly. “It’s about making Prof be the man I know he can be … the Epic I know he can be.”
“I don’t get it,” Mizzy said. “Why isn’t he those things already?”
“Because,” I said, pulling the second glove tight, “sometimes you have to help the heroes along.”
“All riiight,” she said.
“Here,” I said, handing her one of the walkie-talkies I’d stolen. “We can keep in contact with these.”
She shrugged, taking the hand radio. She fished a plastic baggie out of her pocket and put it in. “In case it falls in the water,” she noted, shaking it.
“Good idea,” I said, taking one of the baggies.
Mizzy hesitated, then handed over her gun as well. It was dark, but I thought she was blushing. “Here,” she said. “Since I’m obviously not cut out for using one of these.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Ammo?”
She only had one extra magazine. Well, it was better than nothing. I slipped the magazine into my pocket and the handgun into my waistband.
“All right,” I said. “Let’s go.”
45
I burst up out of the stairwell, spyril humming on my back, and emerged to a nauseating scene. Newton’s people had found the malcontents who had thrown the fruit, it appeared, for two men hung dead from tent poles near where I emerged. A glowing piece of fruit had been stuffed into each of their mouths; iridescent juice ran down the sides of their faces and dripped from their chins.