“And your abilities?” Marasi asked. “What are they powered by?”
Moonlight smiled. She hadn’t admitted to any abilities, but so far Marasi had seen a man who could create objects from crystal, a woman with a pet… sphere… and Moonlight, who seemed fairly high in their organization. So what was she capable of doing?
Moonlight packed the three jars in a rucksack, wrapped in some cushioning, then filled it with other supplies, including a few explosives. She threw the sack over her shoulder and took a few guns from the wall. Marasi, with permission, helped herself to a fine-looking rifle—along with an innocent-looking case to carry it in—and some aluminum ammunition. They had it in plenitude here.
“Electrolysis,” Moonlight noted. “Aluminum is actually pretty easy to make, once you know the process.”
“Wait,” Marasi said, hurrying to join her as they left the room, “you can make aluminum withelectrolysis?”
“Yeah,” Moonlight said. “We’ve been using it to fund our operations for almost two decades now. I’dbet half the aluminum in the Basin came from us originally.”
“And you’re casually letting me in on the secret?”
“It’s a free sample,” Moonlight said. “Besides, Dean—he’s our chemist back in Elendel—is convinced you’ll find the secret soon, and the value will plummet. Dean thinks aluminum will soon be cheaper than tin.”
Cheaper thantin? Preservation! If every criminal could afford bullets to kill Allomancers, and every citizen could keep a band of aluminum in their hat to prevent emotional Allomancy, it…
Well, it would change the world.
“All of this,” Moonlight said, “is merely the surface, Marasi.”
“Why me?” Marasi asked. “Why not Wax?”
“He’s spoken for,” Moonlight said. “Besides, Kelsier prefers people like us. The discarded, the ignored. And Wax is a little… brazen. People watch him. Track him. Pay attention to him. Not our style, for all that Kell likes to be the center of attention.”
“Plus, I suppose,” Marasi said with some thought, “having access to a high-ranking constable is useful.”
“There’s also your uncommon connection to the Malwish,” Moonlight said.
“Allik?” Marasi said, amused. “He’s wonderful—don’t get me wrong—but I think you’dfind him to be a little less… well-connected than you’re assuming.”
Rusts. She hoped he’dgotten out of the city. Her gut said that he would go if she asked. There was a certain practicality to Allik that she loved—he was wonderfully, beautifully genuine.
In her line of work, she met so many who made her question the nature of humanity. But then she’dgo home and find all the reminders in the world of the best that people could be. And somehow, he was all hers.
Back in the main room, the model of the city had started to crumble. It didn’t disintegrate as quickly as the cup had; something made the stone linger sometimes but immediately vanish other times. The chair, for example, still seemed fully sturdy.
Moonlight waved for Marasi to follow her out into the foyer. Here, TwinSoul walked down the steps, gripping the banister tightly for support, wearing a backpack that she thought—from the way it moved, and from the hose draped over his shoulder—might be filled entirely with water.
He’dchanged outfits, and now wore some kind of loose-fitting uniform with a bright yellow sash around his waist. He’dstrapped on a sword—a slightly curved one in an ornate golden sheath. As he reached the ground floor, he nodded to Moonlight. “Codenames is going to send some messages,” he said, “and so can wait for that other woman you sent to reach safety here. I think it is time for the three of us to be about the job. You retrieved the Dor?”
Moonlight tapped her rucksack.
“Excellent,” he said, turning to Marasi. “I have been commanded to follow your lead, my lady. With Silajana’s blessing and yours, we strike forward. If there is danger, I vow that I shall fight to protect you.”
“This… could be dangerous,” Marasi said, glancing at his ornate sword, noting how unstable on his feet he was. “I’m sure we could use your help, TwinSoul, but… I don’t know that you should be doing any fighting. Perhaps we two could strike ahead, and call for you when we need your specialized skills?”
“I promise I will not slow you down, my lady,” he said. “I have been tasked with aiding you by the Survivor himself.”
He said it with calm respect, but his posture and attitude whispered something else.I’m going with you, young woman. Best not to argue the point any further.
Right, then. Marasi glanced at Moonlight, who nodded to her. Despite their knowledge and experience, this was Marasi’s mission. She was in charge. Good.
“Where’s the nearest train station?” she asked. “We need to get to that factory as quickly as possible.”
41
It was late afternoon by the time Wax got into position at the lord mayor’s mansion, the Silver House. Though nightfall was hours away, he hoped—as he did every day—that the mists would come tonight. It felt like forever since he’dbeen out in them. Not only did they seem to come less often these days, he also had less occasion to go out at night. The mists felt like a friend from his youth that he still knew but rarely talked to.