“Computer, replay my most recent actions.” The world shifts to the interior of the building. 9 men stand, sit, and lean on stools, seats, and tables, some drinking, all listening to the man as he speaks silently. The roof promptly came out and Divia, tendrils out, dropped in on top of him, driving a knife into the back of his head. She moved with lightning speed as the criminals drew. She fired six shots into six eye sockets, and three guns went off as their owners stiffened. All the while she was moving, two tendrils held two knives which slit two throats before she slammed her glowing left palm over the last man’s mouth before he could scream. In less than a second, he was an emaciated husk, and hit the floor.