Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

Steel Inquisitor.”
    No one spoke.
    Oh, Lord . . . Vin thought. She’d been right—she just hadn’t been fast enough. If there was an Inquisitor—
    “I dealt with the Inquisitor,” Kelsier said. He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. What kind of person could so lightly claim to have “dealt” with an Inquisitor? Rumors said the creatures were immortal, that they could see a man’s soul, and that they were unmatched warriors.
    “I require payment for services rendered,” Kelsier said.
    Camon didn’t get up this time; he had fallen hard, and he was obviously disoriented. The room remained still. Finally, Milev—the dark-skinned man who was Camon’s second—scooped up the coffer of Ministry boxings and dashed forward with it. He proffered it to Kelsier.
    “The money Camon got from the Ministry,” Milev explained. “Three thousand boxings.”
    Milev is so eager to please him, Vin thought. This is more than just Luck—either that, or it’s some sort of Luck I’ve never been able to use.
    Kelsier paused, then accepted the coin chest. “And you are?”
    “Milev, Master Kelsier.”
    “Well, Crewleader Milev, I will consider this payment satisfactory—assuming you do one other thing for me.”
    Milev paused. “What would that be?”
    Kelsier nodded toward the near-unconscious Camon. “Deal with him.”
    “Of course,” Milev said.
    “I want him to live, Milev,” Kelsier said, holding up a finger. “But I don’t want him to enjoy it.”
    Milev nodded. “We’ll make him a beggar. The Lord Ruler disapproves of the profession—Camon won’t have an easy time of it here in Luthadel.”
    And Milev will dispose of him anyway as soon as he thinks this Kelsier isn’t paying attention.
    “Good,” Kelsier said. Then he opened the coin chest and began counting out some golden boxings. “You’re a resourceful man, Milev. Quick on your feet, and not as easily intimidated as the others.”
    “I’ve had dealings with Mistings before, Master Kelsier,” Milev said.
    Kelsier nodded. “Dox,” he said, addressing his companion, “where were we going to have our meeting tonight?”
    “I was thinking that we should use Clubs’s shop,” said the second man.
    “Hardly a neutral location,” Kelsier said. “Especially if he decides not to join us.”
    “True.”
    Kelsier looked to Milev. “I’m planning a job in this area. It would be useful to have the support of some locals.” He held out a pile of what looked like a hundred boxings. “We’ll require use of your safe house for the evening. This can be arranged?”
    “Of course,” Milev said, taking the coins eagerly.
    “Good,” Kelsier said. “Now, get out.”
    “Out?” Milev asked hesitantly.
    “Yes,” Kelsier said. “Take your men—including your former leader—and leave. I want to have a private conversation with Mistress Vin.”
    The room grew silent again, and Vin knew she wasn’t the only one wondering how Kelsier knew her name.
    “Well, you heard him!” Milev snapped. He waved for a group of thugs to go grab Camon, then he shooed the rest of the crewmembers up the stairs. Vin watched them go, growing apprehensive. This Kelsier was a powerful man, and instinct told her that powerful men were dangerous. Did he know of her Luck? Obviously; what other reason would he have for singling her out?
    How is this Kelsier going to try and use me? she thought, rubbing her arm where she’d hit the floor.
    “By the way, Milev,” Kelsier said idly. “When I say ‘private,’ I mean that I don’t want to be spied on by the four men watching us through peek-holes behind the far wall. Kindly take them up into the alley with you.”
    Milev paled. “Of course, Master Kelsier.”
    “Good. And, in the alleyway you’ll find the two dead Ministry spies. Kindly dispose of the corpses for us.”
    Milev nodded, turning.
    “And Milev,” Kelsier added.
    Milev turned back again.
    “See that none of your men betray us,” Kelsier said quietly. And Vin felt it again—a renewed pressure on her emotions. “This crew already has the eye of the Steel Ministry—do not make an enemy of me as well.”
    Milev nodded sharply, then disappeared into the stairwell, pulling the door closed behind him. A few moments later, Vin heard footsteps from the peek room; then all was still. She was alone with a man who was—for some reason—so singularly impressive that he could intimidate an entire room full of cutthroats and thieves.
    She eyed