The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: 34 | Trust Is a New Metric

The warmth in her voice had evaporated. This was Diane Fitzgerald the CEO, the woman who built an empire out of managing Heroes and their public images. This was the professional who made calculated decisions based on risk assessment and long-term strategy.

I was losing her.

Change tactics.

"You’re right," I said. "I’m asking you to take a risk. For me. That’s not fair." I paused, watching her face. "But think about what happens if this gets out. Best case scenario, I get flagged for enhanced monitoring. The IHL runs additional diagnostics, maybe figures out that my abilities don’t match any known manifestation pattern. They start asking questions about my parents, about my history, about why this happened now."

"And worst case?"

"Worst case, I become valuable. Really valuable. The kind of valuable that makes agencies start bidding wars and government programs start making offers that aren’t actually optional." I leaned forward slightly.

"You’ve been in this industry for twenty years. You know what happens to kids with rare abilities when the wrong people find out."

Her expression shifted. Just a fraction, but I caught it.

"So you want me to help you stay under the radar."

"I want you to help me get through Halloran without becoming a lab rat or a recruitment target." I held her gaze. "Once I’m licensed, once I have some agency backing, the risk drops. But right now I’m just a seventeen-year-old with abilities I don’t understand and no legal protection."

Diane uncrossed her legs, recrossed them the other direction. The movement was deliberate, controlled, buying her time to think.

"If I agree to this," she said slowly, "you register as Channeler-type with telekinesis only. You don’t use the speed ability in public. You don’t demonstrate it for anyone. And you sure as hell don’t use it during the Halloran entrance exam where it’ll be recorded from six different angles."

"Agreed."

"And if the IHL ever does find out about the second ability, you tell them you didn’t realize it was separate. You thought it was all part of the same package. You play the confused late-manifestation card and you keep my name out of it entirely."

"Done."

"And you tell me the truth about what else you’re hiding."

My stomach dropped. "What?"

"Sugar, I’ve been reading people since before you were born. You admitted to two abilities way too fast for someone who was actually trying to hide something." She leaned closer, her blue eyes boring into mine. "So either you’re a terrible liar, which we both know you’re not, or you’re giving me the second-worst secret to protect the first-worst one. Which is it?"

My brain scrambled. She was right. I’d folded too easily on the Blitz reveal because I was terrified she’d dig deeper and find out about the System itself.

The System chimed in helpfully.

〘 Current success probability: 34%. Recommend deploying emotional vulnerability combined with partial truth disclosure. Diane Fitzgerald responds positively to authenticity when layered with strategic omission. 〙

"You want the truth?" I asked. "Fine. I don’t know why I manifested two abilities. I don’t know why it happened this week. I don’t know if there’s more coming or if this is it." I let the frustration bleed into my voice.

"All I know is that for nine years everyone looked at me like I was broken. The Unmarked kid living off charity, the one who didn’t inherit anything from his Hero parents. And now I finally have something and it’s weird and complicated and I’m terrified that if anyone finds out how weird it actually is, I’ll go right back to being the broken one. Just a different kind of broken."

Silence.

Diane’s expression softened. Not much, but enough.

"You’re not broken, Lukas."

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