He turned to me, the sub puttering along slowly, not needing his guidance. “But I can’t help thinking,” he said, “that you don’t intend to stick to the plan. You want to protect Regalia, and you harbor sympathies for a traitor. You have aspirations. So you’re going to tell me, right now, the things you’ve been hiding from me. And then we’re going to decide what to do with you.”
“Now?” I asked.
“Now.” Prof met my eyes. “Out with it.”
28
PROF held my gaze, making me sweat. Sparks, that man could be intense. He wanted to pretend that his was a quiet, careful group—and in truth, it mostly was. If you didn’t count him. He was like me. He always had been.
And because of that, I knew how deadly serious he was.
I licked my lips. “I’m planning to capture one of Regalia’s Epics,” I said. “When we hit Newton, I want to try to neutralize her instead of killing her—then I want to capture her. Like we did with Edmund back in Newcago.”
Prof regarded me for a moment, then seemed to relax, as if that wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d feared. “What would be the point?”
“Well, we know Regalia is devious. She’s planning something more than we’ve been able to figure out.”
“Possibly.”
“Probably. You’ve said she’s wily. You’ve implied she’s very careful, and very clever. Sparks, Prof, you have to be worried that she’s playing us all, even now.”
He turned away from me. “I will admit that it has crossed my mind. Abigail has a habit of … positioning people, myself included, in places where she wants them.”
“Well, she knows you. She knows what you’ll do.” I grew more excited—it seemed that I might have dug myself out of a bad situation. “She won’t expect you to try a kidnapping, then. It’s too bold, and not at all in line with the Reckoner methodology. But think what it could accomplish! Newton might know what Regalia is up to—at the very least, she’ll know how Regalia is recruiting these other Epics.”
“I doubt we’d learn much,” Prof said. “Abigail wouldn’t share that kind of information.”
“Well, at the very least, Newton could tell us places that Regalia has appeared to her,” I said. “Which will help with our map. And there’s the chance she knows more. Right?”
Prof tapped the submarine’s steering stick, the bubble-like window before him glowing with filtered light from above. “And how would you plan to make her talk? Torture?”
“Well, actually, I was kind of hoping that by keeping her from using her powers … you know … we’d make her turn good or something.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me.
“It happened with Edmund,” I said defensively.
“Edmund wasn’t a murderer before his transformation.”
Well, that was true.
“Beyond that,” Prof said, “Edmund is good because he gifts his powers—like I do. He didn’t ‘turn good.’ He just never went evil in the first place. What you really meant, but didn’t want to say it for fear of angering me, is that Firefight seemed to be good when she was with us. You’re hoping that by preventing Newton from using her powers, you can get proof that doing the same for Firefight will return Megan to you.”
“Maybe,” I said, shrinking down in my chair.
“This is just the sort of thing I worried you were considering,” Prof said. “You could have endangered the entire team by pursuing your own goals, David. Can’t you see that?”
“I suppose,” I said.
“Is that everything?” Prof asked me. “No other hidden plots?”
I grew cold. Megan. “That’s everything,” I found myself saying.
“Well, I suppose it isn’t too bad.” Prof let out a breath.
“So I’m staying in Babilar?”
“For now,” Prof said. “Calamity. You’re either exactly what the Reckoners need, and have needed for years … or you’re a representation of the reckless heroism we’ve been wise to avoid. I still can’t decide.”
He steered the sub right toward a submerged building with a gaping hole in its side. It looked a lot like the place where we docked, but it was a different building. We passed into the opening like a big piece of buttered popcorn passing into the mouth of some decomposing beast. Inside, Prof popped the lever that released a flood of dish soap into the water, to make the surface tension weaker and inhibit Regalia’s powers. He turned off the lights and let us surface.
We felt our way out and found the ropes to lead us across treacherous, half-submerged flooring to a set of steps. I couldn’t see much