That wasn’t it. If the Set had known about this mission, and had been intent on quashing it, they would have.
The weapons were being smuggled here to arm the forces in Bilming anyway,Marasi realized.So it’s fine if the government seizes them. They’ll still go where they need to.The Set had to run a delicate operation. They might be in control of Bilming, but most people didn’t know that. So why tip their hand and prevent a raid, when all the Set needed to do was make sure the seized goods went to the right places in the city?
And what of the Sequence? Marasi glanced at the pile of constables surrounding him. He’dbeen bound, but maintained an air of confidence. He had a refined look, a stylish suit. Thick eyebrows and prominent lips. Her guess was that he had been aware of the sting and was playing along, knowing he’dbe released later.
Then he saw Marasi. And he cocked his head, frowning. He stepped closer and had to be restrained by the constables—as if he’dforgotten about them. He stared at her, confused.
A moment later he smiled a broad, even excited smile. He flexed, then stretched his neck.
Rusts. What was she missing?
Ohhell.What better way to spark further controversy in the Basin than to suddenly find a bunch of Elendel constables interfering in local business? Particularly if…
“Blantach,” Marasi said, grabbing her arm, “we have to sedate that man.”
“What?Sedatehim? Why?”
“Aren’t you ready for Metalborn?” Marasi said.
“There aren’t any Metalborn in this group,” Blantach said. “I have it on good authority from—”
The Sequence chose that moment to let out an Allomantic Push ofincrediblestrength.
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Marasi wore a breakaway gunbelt with metal pouches, so the Push didn’t do more than strip away her equipment. The Bilming constables weren’t so well prepared. They were tossed back by their own guns, handcuffs, and other accoutrements of their profession.
Blantach screamed as she was knocked off her feet, but she was lucky to suffer only a minor fall—many were tossed dozens of feet.Trucksrocked, and two even overturned. The doors at the sides of the building were blown free. Windows cracked and people cried out as guns were shoved across the floor and hit the walls—except for a few unaffected weapons that lay on the ground. Apparently some of the enemy had been given aluminum guns.
The Sequence casually scooped one of these up, now standing at the epicenter of a blast of power unlike any Marasi had experienced from an ordinary Coinshot. She stepped back, awed. That had been something like… like from the old stories. Like Harmony had recorded in the histories, detailing the power available to the Ascendant Warrior.
It was a horrible sign. Because Marasi realized why the Sequence was smiling. While he’dlikely been planning to go along with his arrest, now that he’dfound a chance to implicate Elendel in a scandal, he would want to cause as many casualties as possible.
While the others were recovering, Marasi dove for one of the aluminum guns. But the Sequence took aim and fired directly in front of her,driving her—still unarmed—into cover behind an overturned truck. The Allomantic Push had stopped for now, fortunately.
You’ve read about this,she thought.It’s one of the ancient powers available only to Mistborn.
It was called duralumin, an arcane metal. Using it, an Allomancer could burn their entire metal reserve at once. Like detonating a keg of gunpowder instead of a single bullet, it released an enormous burst of Allomantic energy. At least… that was what she remembered. It hadn’t been relevant in centuries, because no one could have two Allomantic powers at once.
Unless you had Hemalurgic spikes.
A figure in a wool cap and wig scrambled up beside her a moment later. Wayne was followed by VenDell in the broad-chested Cycle’s body. A second later Wayne’s speed bubble gave the three of them some breathing room.
“They were ready for us!” Wayne said. “They knew we was going to pull this sting!”
“No,” Marasi said. “They knew about Blantach andherconstables, but I think they didn’t mind being captured. My guess is they were going to go along withthatsting, and slip out of jail later.”
“So what changed?” he asked.
“The Sequence just realized we’re here from Elendel,” Marasi said, “and decided to use our presence to create an incident—constables dead—and blame it on Elendel interference in a Bilming operation.”
It was still merely a guess. The facts were clear though. The moment he saw Marasi, a man who had been about to go quietly had decided to fight. Which put everyone in danger.
She glanced out from behind the truck, now that she didn’t have to worry about getting shot. The Sequence was casually pointing his gun toward Captain Blantach, who was climbing to her feet. At the perimeter of the room, constables and gangsters alike were picking themselves up off the ground, disoriented. Those who had recovered first were frozen in the act of scrambling for weapons.
“What’s the plan?” Wayne asked.
“You distract that Sequence,” Marasi said to him. “I’ll organize our constables. The Set’s forces seem surprised by that too—look at the shock on their faces. I really think they planned to be captured, thenreleased by corrupt judges or prosecutors. We still have a chance to turn this around, if we can take advantage of their disorientation.”