The Alloy Of Law: A Mistborn Novel - Plot & Excerpts
He puffed on it a few times to get it going, then slowly released a stream of pungent smoke from between his lips. “They’ve been spotted, boss,” Tarson said as he walked up. Tarson’s arm was in a sling; most men would still be in bed after taking a shot like he had. But Tarson was a Pewterarm and koloss-blooded. He’d heal quickly. “Where?” Miles asked, looking down and surveying the setup of the new hideout. Besides Tarson, the only one up here with him was Clamps, third-in-command. “They’re at the old foundry,” Tarson said. He was still wearing Wayne’s hat. “Were talking to the beggars there.” “Should have dumped the lot of them in the canal,” Clamps grumbled, scratching at the scar on his neck. “I’m not going to start killing beggars, Clamps,” Miles said softly. He wore a pair of aluminum revolvers; they gleamed in the electric lights of the large chamber. “You’d be surprised at how quickly something like that can backfire; turn the city’s underclass against us, and all kinds of inconvenient information will find its way to the constables.”
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