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**Buy the #1 *New York Times* bestselling sequel to *Steelheart**Firefight*today!** Brandon Sanderson, the #1 *New York Times* bestselling author of *Words of Radiance*, coauthor of Robert Jordans The Wheel of Time series, and creator of the internationally bestselling Mistborn trilogy, presents *Mitosis*, a short story set in the action-packed world of *Steelheart* and *Firefight*: the Reckoners series, exclusively available in the digital format. Epics still plague Newcago, but David and the Reckoners have vowed to fight back. Catch all the action before, *Calamity,* the exciting sequel to *Firefight*, hits shelves in 2016. **Praise for the Reckoners series** The suspense is relentless and the climax explosive.James Dashner, #1 *New York Times* bestselling author of the Maze Runner series Another win for Sanderson . . . hes simply a brilliant writer. Period.Patrick Rothfuss, author of the *New York Times* and *USA Today* bestseller *The Name of the Wind* [**STAR**] Snappy dialogue, bizarre plot twists, high-intensity action, and a touch of mystery and romanceleaves [readers] panting for the sequel.***Booklist*, Starred** ** ** Nuance and complexity alongside the action and intrigue...will have readers counting the days to the final volume.-***The Bulletin*** An absolute page-turner.***Publishers Weekly*** Compelling. . . . Sanderson uses plot twists that he teases enough for readers to pick up on to distract from the more dramatic reveals he has in store.**The A.V. Club** **

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Mitosis (Reckoners #1.5)

Brandon Sanderson

Table of contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

The day had finally arrived, a day Id been awaiting for ten years. A glorious day, a momentous day, a day of import and distinction.

It was time to buy a hot dog.

Someone was in line when we arrived, but I didnt cut in front of her. She would have let me. I was one of the Reckoners leaders of the rebellion, defenders of the city of Newcago, slayers of Steelheart himself. But standing in line was part of the experience, and I didnt want to skip a moment.

Newcago extended around me, a city of skyscrapers, underpasses, shops, and streets all frozen permanently in steel. Recently, Tia had started an initiative to paint some of those surfaces. Now that the citys perpetual gloom had been dispelled, it turned out all those reflective surfaces could make things really bright. With some work, instead of looking the same everywhere, the city would eventually become a patchwork of reds, oranges, greens, whites, and purples.

Abraham my companion for this hot dog excursion followed my gaze, then grimaced. "It would be nice if when we painted a wall, we would take a little more concern for colors that matched those of their neighbors."

Tall and dark-skinned, Abraham spoke with a light French accent. As he talked, he scanned the people walking nearby, studying each one in his trademark relaxed yet discerning way. The butt of a handgun poked from his hip holster. We Reckoners werent technically police. I wasnt sure what we were. But whatever it was, it involved weapons, and I had my rifle over my shoulder. Newcago was almost kind of peaceful, now that wed dealt with the rioters, but you couldnt count on peace lasting long. Not with Epics out there.

"We have to use the paint we can find," I said.

"Its garish."

I shrugged. "I like it. The colors are different. Not like the city was before Calamity, but also a big change from how it was under Steelheart. They make the city look like a big chessboard. Um, one painted a lot of colors."

"Or perhaps a quilt?" Abraham asked, sounding amused.

"Sure, I suppose. If you want to use a boring metaphor."

A quilt. Why hadnt I thought of that?

The woman in front of us wandered off with her hot dog, and I stepped up to the stand a small metal cart with a transformed steel umbrella permanently frozen open. The vendor, Sam, was an elderly, bearded man who wore a small red-and-white hat. He grinned at us. "For you, half price," he said, whipping up two hot dogs. Chicago style, of course.

"Half price?" Abraham said. "Saving the world does not inspire the gratitude it once did."

"A man has to make a living," Sam said, slathering on the condiments. Like a lot of them.

Yellow mustard, onions, chunked tomatoes, sweet pickle relish, peppers whole, of course, and pickled a dill pickle slice, and a pinch of celery salt. Just like I remembered. A true Chicago dog looks like someone fired a bazooka at a vegetable stand, then scraped the remnants off the wall and slathered it on a tube of meat.

I took mine greedily. Abraham was more skeptical.

"Ketchup?" Abraham asked.

The vendors eyes opened wide.

"Hes not from around here," I said quickly. "No ketchup, Abraham. Arent you French? You people are supposed to have good taste in food."

"French Canadians do have good taste in food," Abraham said, inspecting the hot dog. "But I am not convinced that this is actually food."

"Just try it." I bit into my dog.

Bliss.

For a moment, it was as if no time had passed. I was back with my father, before everything went bad. I could hear him laughing, could smell the city as it had been back then rank at times, yes, but also alive. Full of people talking and laughing and yelling. Asphalt streets, hot in the summer as we walked together. People in hockey jerseys. The Blackhawks had just won the Cup. It faded around me, and I was back in Newcago, a steel city. But that moment of tasting it all again sparks, that was wonderful. I looked up at Sam, and he grinned at me. We couldnt recapture it all. The world was a different place now.

But damn it, we could have proper hot dogs again.

I turned to look around the city. Nobody else had gotten in line, and people passed with eyes cast down. We were at First Union Square, a holy place where a certain bank had once stood. It was also the center of the new citys crossroads. It was a busy location, a prime spot for a hot dog vendor.

I set my jaw, then slapped some coins down on Sams cart. "Free hot dogs for the first ten who want them!" I shouted.

People looked at us, but nobody came over. When some of them saw me watching, they lowered their eyes and continued on.

Sam sighed, crossing his arms on top of his cart. "Sorry, Steelslayer. Theyre too afraid."

"Afraid of hot dogs?" I said.

"Afraid to get comfortable with freedom," Sam said, watching a woman rush past and head into the understreets, where most people still lived. Even with sunlight up here now, and no Epics to torment them even with painted walls and colors they still hid below.

"They think the Epics will return," Abraham said with a nod. "They are waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak."

"Theyll change," I said, stubbornly stuffing more of my hot dog into my mouth. I talked around the bite. "Theyll see."

That was what this had all been about, right? Killing Steelheart? It had been to show that we could fight back. Everyone else would understand, eventually. They had to. The Reckoners couldnt fight every Epic in the country on our own.

I nodded to Sam. "Thanks. For what you do."

He nodded. It might seem silly, but Sam opening his hot dog stand was one of the most important events this city had seen in ten years. Some of us fought back with guns and assassinations. Others fought back with a little hot dog stand on the corner.

"Well see," Sam said, pushing away the coins Id set down, all but two nickels to pay for our hot dogs. Wed gone back to using American money, though only the coins, and we valued them much higher. The city government backed them with food stores, at Tias suggestion.

"Keep it all," I said. "Give free hot dogs to the first ten who come today. Well change them, Sam. One bite at a time."

He smiled, but pocketed the money. As Abraham and I walked off, Tias voice, terse and distracted, came in over my earpiece. "Do you two have a report?"

"The dogs are awesome," I said.

"Dogs?" she said. "Watchdogs? Youve been checking on the city kennels?"

"Young David," Abraham said around a mouthful, "has been instructing me on the local cuisine. They are called hot dogs because theyre only good for feeding to animals, yes?"

"You took him to that hot dog stand?" Tia asked. "Werent you two supposed to be doing greetings?"

"Philistines, both of you," I said, cramming the rest of my hot dog into my mouth.

"We are on our way, Tia," Abraham said.

Abraham and I hiked toward the city gates. The new city government had decided to section off the downtown, and had done so by creating barricades out of steel furniture to block some of the streets. It created a decent perimeter of control that helped us keep tabs on who was entering our city.

We passed people scuttling about on their business, heads down. Sam was right. Most of the population seemed to think the Epics were going to descend upon the city any moment, exacting retribution. In fact, after wed overthrown Steelheart, a shocking number of people had left the city.

That was unfortunate, as we now had a provisional government in place. We had farmers to work the fields outside, and Edmund using his Epic abilities to provide free power for the whole place. We even had a large number of former members of Steelhearts Enforcement troops recruited to police the city.

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