Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

chair in the conference room, legs tucked beneath her, trying to study Marsh out of the corner of her eye.
    He looked so much like Kelsier. He was just . . . stern. He wasn’t angry, nor was he grumpy like Clubs. He just wasn’t happy. He sat in his chair, a neutral expression on his face.
    The others had all arrived except for Kelsier, and they were chatting quietly amongst themselves. Vin caught Lestibournes’s eye and waved him over. The teenage boy approached and crouched beside her chair.
    “Marsh,” Vin whispered beneath the general hum of the room. “Is that a nickname?”
    “Notting without the call of his parents.”
    Vin paused, trying to decipher the boy’s eastern dialect. “Not a nickname, then?”
    Lestibournes shook his head. “He wasing one though.”
    “What was it?”
    “Ironeyes. Others stopped using it. Too calling close to an iron in the real eyes, eh? Inquisitor.”
    Vin glanced at Marsh again. His expression was hard, his eyes unwavering, almost like they were made of iron. She could see why people would stop using the nickname; even referring to a Steel Inquisitor made her shiver.
    “Thanks.”
    Lestibournes smiled. He was an earnest boy. Strange, intense, and jumpy—but earnest. He retreated to his stool as Kelsier finally arrived.
    “All right, crew,” he said. “What’ve we got?”
    “Besides the bad news?” Breeze asked.
    “Let’s hear it.”
    “It’s been twelve weeks, and we’ve gathered under two thousand men,” Ham said. “Even with the numbers the rebellion already has, we’re going to fall short.”
    “Dox?” Kelsier asked. “Can we get more meetings?”
    “Probably,” Dockson said from his seat beside a table stacked with ledgers.
    “Are you sure you want to take that risk, Kelsier?” Yeden asked. His attitude had improved during the last few weeks—especially once Kelsier’s recruits had begun to file in. As Reen had always said, results made quick friends.
    “We’re already in danger,” Yeden continued. “Rumors are all over the underground. If we make any more of a stir, the Ministry is going to realize that something major is happening.”
    “He’s probably right, Kell,” Dockson said. “Besides, there are only so many skaa willing to listen. Luthadel is big, true, but our movement here is limited.”
    “All right,” Kelsier said. “So, we’ll start working the other towns in the area. Breeze, can you split your crew into two effective groups?”
    “I suppose,” Breeze said hesitantly.
    “We can have one team work in Luthadel and the other work in surrounding towns. I can probably make it to all of the meetings, assuming we organize them so they don’t happen at the same time.”
    “That many meetings will expose us even more,” Yeden said.
    “And that, by the way, brings up another problem,” Ham said. “Weren’t we supposed to be working on infiltrating the Ministry’s ranks?”
    “Well?” Kelsier asked, turning to Marsh.
    Marsh shook his head. “The Ministry is tight—I need more time.”
    “It’s not going to happen,” Clubs grumbled. “Rebellion’s already tried it.”
    Yeden nodded. “We’ve tried to get spies into the Inner Ministries a dozen times. It’s impossible.”
    The room fell silent.
    “I have an idea,” Vin said quietly.
    Kelsier raised an eyebrow.
    “Camon,” she said. “He was working on a job before you recruited me. Actually, it was the job that got us spotted by the obligators. The core of that plan was organized by another thief, a crewleader named Theron. He was setting up a fake canal convoy to carry Ministry funds to Luthadel.”
    “And?” Breeze asked.
    “Those same canal boats would have brought new Ministry acolytes to Luthadel for the final part of their training. Theron has a contact along the route, a lesser obligator who was open to bribes. Maybe we could get him to add an ‘acolyte’ to the group from his local chapter.”
    Kelsier nodded thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into.”
    Dockson scribbled something on a sheet with his fountain pen. “I’ll contact Theron and see if his informant is still viable.”
    “How are our resources coming?” Kelsier asked.
    Dockson shrugged. “Ham found us two ex-soldier instructors. The weapons, however . . . well, Renoux and I are making contacts and initiating deals, but we can’t move very quickly. Fortunately, when the weapons come, they should come in bulk.”
    Kelsier nodded. “That’s everything,