“Same for you,” she said. “All right. Let’s split.” Wax nodded to Wayne, who dropped the speed bubble.
And just like that, Marasi had put herself in a position to interrogate Moonlight freely. She would share what she found with Wax. And he would understand. She felt she should have been embarrassed for keeping this from him, but in truth she was excited.
Wax walked over to Telsin. “You and I need to talk,” he said to her.
“Agreed,” she said, starting up the steps.
Wax moved to follow, pausing briefly to say something to Maraga. Before Wayne joined him, he took Marasi by the arm. “Hey,” he said softly. “Be careful with that Kim character. I think she’s fakin’ about somethin’.”
“I appreciate the warning,” Marasi said. “I think she knows more than she’s saying, but I don’t think she’s working for the enemy.”
“Right,” he said. “Hey, you take care of yourself.”
“You too, Wayne.”
“Don’t I always?”
He said it as if in jest, but there was something to his voice. “You all right?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Just feels off, you know? After six years together, I’ve gotta let you march away alone. Without my keen observations on life and the world to keep you on your toes.”
She smiled, then raised her fist for him to tap with his own. “I’m glad you walked out of the stories and into my life. I’d rather have a friend than a legend.”
“Same.”
“Wayne, no one is calling me a legend.”
“They will,” he said with a wink. “You take care. We’ll see you later tonight.” He slipped an old bowler hat off a rack near the center of the room. He put it on and left a stapler tied with a ribbon hanging in its place. Where had he found that?
Wax and Wayne disappeared up the steps behind Telsin, leaving Marasi alone with Moonlight, Maraga, and the whole cosmere’s worth of secrets.
PART THREE
35
Wax nodded to Wayne, and together they dashed out of the newspaper building — Wax pulling Telsin behind him — and into the cover between two nearby apartment buildings.
Telsin sighed as they stopped, then straightened her suit jacket. “Was that necessary?”
Wax gestured, and Wayne scrambled farther along the alleyway to scout the area.
“There are no snipers,” Telsin said. “You aren’t surrounded. It’s just me.”
Wax ignored her, absently clicking the chambers on Vindication one at a time. Watching the sky, because each time he looked at her he felt pain. Betrayal. He’d told Marasi he could handle Telsin. But now he questioned that. When had he ever gotten the better of her? She’d always made a fool of him.
This is what you came here to do, he told himself. This is why you put the coat back on. Because you know she has to be dealt with somehow.
“What if I towed you to Elendel,” he said, “and threw you in prison. Would you just go along with it?”
“Of course not,” she said. “I came to talk. To persuade you.”
“Of what?”
She met his eyes. “To run, Wax. Return to the Roughs. Take your wife, your children, and leave. You have time. Step away and let me do what needs to be done. I’d rather you lived.”
“Where was that inclination six years ago?” he asked. “On that mountaintop?”
She sighed, as if at his childishness, then leaned against the wall of the alley. “I didn’t want to shoot you, Wax. I didn’t expect you to show up and undermine our plans, and I had to do what was required in the moment.
“Wax, I know you. I know you’re overwhelmed by this. It’s too big for you; it can’t be solved by barreling in, revolver in hand. Go back to a place where you can accomplish something relevant. This next part will be messy, but it’s the only way to save our planet.”
“You expect me to believe that you are interested in the safety of the planet? That you are being altruistic?”
“Hardly,” she said, her arms folded. “I live here, Wax. If the Basin goes, I go. If you can trust in one thing, trust in my sense of self-preservation. Elendel has to be destroyed. Or else.”
“Or else Autonomy destroys the entire Basin?”
“She has an army,” Telsin said, looking away. “Men of gold and red … waiting for me to fail. Breathing over my proverbial shoulder. Our best hope is for me to prove I can rule this planet for her — and I need to remove the leadership of Elendel before I can do that.” She focused on him. “We’ll be better off with her guiding us. Harmony is useless, as you’ve undoubtedly learned by now. We need someone stronger.”
“Someone who by coincidence,” he said, “wants you to represent her.”
“It is a job that needs to be done.”
“I’d rather it be done by practically anyone but you.”
“You don’t get to make that decision.” Telsin looked up toward the sky. “Once I’m fully Invested — once I’m a Sliver of Autonomy — you’ll see. I’ll rebuild the Basin. Make it as modern and efficient as Bilming. You realize that Harmony has crippled us? Life is too easy in the Basin, too lush. There’s no conflict or strife, so we don’t innovate, don’t grow. That’s what Autonomy has taught me.”
Wax, feeling cold, stepped toward her. “So the solution is to annihilate Elendel? Nearly half our entire population?”
She continued staring at the sky.
“Telsin,” he said, “this insane plan won’t work. The South will invade the moment we’re perceived as weak. The Outer Cities will rebel in horror at what you’ve done. I know the mayors of those cities. They’re frustrated, but they’re not monsters.
“By destroying Elendel, you’d throw us into chaos. And yes, you’ll have strife. But it will end us, as surely as if Autonomy had attacked. This won’t give you what you want. Autonomy is playing you. Have you considered that? Maybe she wants you to destroy the Basin so she doesn’t have to bother.”
Again, Telsin didn’t look at him. And rusts, he felt like he’d put together another piece. Harmony had talked about Autonomy and the way she pushed people to survive, to prove themselves. A destroyed city might seem like a ruthless enough move to accomplish that, which was why Telsin was pursuing it.
But what about the letter indicating the involvement of Elendel senators? he thought. This is wrong. I’m making guesses based on incomplete information.
“Come on,” Telsin said, turning to climb up a fire escape. “I hate the smell of alleys.”
Wax raised the gun at her and chambered a hazekiller round. An aluminum bullet with a secondary explosive that would blast after it lodged into her — a brutal shell capable of ripping off limbs. Ranette had designed it for him after he’d discovered the Bands of Mourning and had expressed interest in ways to forcibly remove spikes from bodies.
Telsin continued up the fire escape, indifferent. She paused at the first landing and glanced at Wax. “Come on.” Then she kept climbing.
Rusts. Wax raised Vindication beside his head, then dropped a bullet with the other hand and used it to launch himself up past Telsin onto the roof. She joined him a short time later, and they both looked out over the city.
“Life really would have been far simpler,” she said, “if you’d stayed in the Roughs, Wax.”