Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

prisoners, but the fountain square is only a few blocks away. It’s packed with soldiers, not to mention the Inquisitors!”
    Ham, unexpectedly, didn’t back her up. He turned, glancing at Dockson and Breeze. Dox paused, then shrugged.
    “Are you all crazy?” Vin demanded.
    “Wait a moment,” Breeze said, squinting. “I’m no Tineye, but don’t some of those prisoners look a bit too well dressed?”
    Kelsier froze, then he cursed. Without warning, he jumped off the rooftop, dropping to the street below.
    “Kell!” Vin said. “What—” Then she paused, looking up in the red sunlight, watching the slowly approaching procession of carts. Through tin-enhanced eyes, she thought that she recognized someone sitting near the front of one of the carts.
    Spook.

    “Kelsier, what’s going on!” Vin demanded, dashing down the street behind him.
    He slowed just a bit. “I saw Renoux and Spook in that first cart. The Ministry must have hit Renoux’s canal procession—the people in those cages are the servants, staff, and guards we hired to work at the mansion.”
    The canal procession . . . Vin thought. The Ministry must know that Renoux was a fake. Marsh broke after all.
    Behind them, Ham appeared out of the building and onto the street. Breeze and Dockson were slower in coming.
    “We have to work quickly!” Kelsier said, picking up his pace again.
    “Kell!” Vin said, grabbing his arm. “Kelsier, you can’t save them. They’re too well guarded, and it’s daylight in the middle of the city. You’ll just get yourself killed!”
    He paused, halting in the street, turning in Vin’s grasp. He looked into her eyes, disappointed. “You don’t understand what this is all about, do you, Vin? You never did. I let you stop me once before, on the hillside by the battlefield. Not this time. This time I can do something.”
    “But . . .”
    He shook his arm free. “You still have some things to learn about friendship, Vin. I hope someday you realize what they are.”
    Then he took off, charging in the direction of the carts. Ham barreled past Vin, heading in a different direction, pushing his way through skaa on their way to the square.
    Vin stood stupidly for a few moments, standing in the falling ash as Dockson caught up to her.
    “It’s insanity,” she mumbled. “We can’t do this, Dox. We’re not invincible.”
    Dockson snorted. “We’re not helpless either.”
    Breeze puffed up behind them, pointing toward a side street. “There. We need to get me to a place where I can see the soldiers.”
    Vin let them tow her along, suddenly feeling shame mix with her worry.
    Kelsier . . .

    Kelsier tossed away a pair of empty vials, their contents ingested. The vials sparkled in the air beside him, falling to shatter against the cobblestones. He ducked through one final alleyway, bursting out onto an eerily empty thoroughfare.
    The prisoner carts rolled toward him, entering a small courtyard square formed by the intersection of two streets. Each rectangular vehicle was lined with bars; each one was packed with people who were now distinctly familiar. Servants, soldiers, housekeepers—some were rebels, many were just regular people. None of them deserved death.
    Too many skaa have died already, he thought, flaring his metals. Hundreds. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands.
    Not today. No more.
    He dropped a coin and jumped, Pushing himself through the air in a wide arc. Soldiers looked up, pointing. Kelsier landed directly in their center.
    There was a quiet moment as the soldiers turned in surprise. Kelsier crouched amid them, bits of ash falling from the sky.
    Then he Pushed.
    He flared steel with a yell, standing and Pushing outward. The burst of Allomantic power hurled soldiers away by their breastplates, tossing a dozen men into the air, sending them crashing into companions and walls.
    Men screamed. Kelsier spun, Pushing against a group of soldiers and sending himself flying toward a prison cart. He smashed into it, flaring his steel and grabbing the metal door with his hands.
    Prisoners huddled back in surprise. Kelsier ripped the door free with a burst of pewter-enhanced power, then tossed it toward a group of approaching soldiers.
    “Go!” he told the prisoners, jumping down and landing lightly in the street. He spun.
    And came face-to-face with a tall figure wearing a brown robe. Kelsier paused, stepping back as the tall form reached up, lowering his hood, revealing a pair of eyes impaled by