I guess that is that,” Edwarn said. “Time for this to end, then.”
 Wax spun, whipping out his gun. He pointed it not at Edwarn, but at his sister.
 She stared him down, hand at her pocket. Then she slowly removed a gun. Where had she gotten that? He couldn’t sense it. Aluminum.
 “Telsin,” Wax said, voice hoarse.
 Edwarn wouldn’t have come in here without a mole. She made the most sense. But rusts.
 “I’m sorry, Waxillium,” she said.
 “Don’t do this.” He hesitated. Too long. She raised the gun.
 He fired. She did the same. His shot swerved away from her, Pushed by Allomancy. But her shot—aluminum—took him just below the neck