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Quill took in the information, processed it quickly, and mentally filed it in a folder labeled [b]Process When A Glass of Whiskey Is In Hand[/b]. She looked at the scene one more time, before nodding her agreement with Elijah. [color=ba576c]"All right, that's more information than I had when I first stepped foot in here and any information is good information. Go, get her help."[/color] She allowed the others to lead Loni out of there, Quill paying special attention to the young girl. What she must have seen before even being here for this shit-show. 

Once the scene was cleared of the major parties Quill got to work. She took out her phone and sent a quick text to Nico.

[hider=to Nico][I][color=ba576c]Hey that bakery I had you look into? I need you to hack into their security cameras and the surrounding cameras and delete the footage. Delete it up to two weeks ago so it doesn't look like a targeted event and put it on pause for a day or so. Look at it, don't, that's up to you but if you do be prepared for some tough shit.[/color][/i][/hider]

Quill put her phone away. Thankfully (or as thankful as one could be in this situation) there were more alive people than dead and only two bodies needed to be taken care of. 

She gradually worked through the room talking to a few of the people that remained. One of the customers, some dude who looked to be in a perpetual state of shock, gripped her arm when she tried to steer him outside. "I saw it. I saw that...thing."

[color=ba576c]"What you saw was someone who attacked this bakery and hurt others. He was taken down and won't hurt anyone else again."[/color]

"No it's more...he killed that woman..." he said pointing at the corpse of the woman who had tried to kill Quill.

[color=ba576c]"It's being taken care of. Best you can do is go home and call your loved ones. You shouldn't be alone tonight."[/color]

"The police need to be called! Was this a terrorist attack? I need to tell someone!" The man tried to move but Quill gripped his arm. He stared into her eyes. Quill hated this part of the job, but sometimes it called for it. [color=ba576c]"If you tell a soul the only thing that will happen is that you get dragged off to a cell with padded walls and a jacket to hug yourself in and they will pump you full of drugs to the point you won't remember the last time you took a shit let alone your name and where you live."[/color]

Quill closed her eyes. She needed to shift. She opened her eyes again and stared into his own. Her lux pinged inside of her as she could feel her will manifesting into his own. [color=ba576c]"You don't need to tell anyone. This was an unfortunate event and people got hurt but people get hurt every day. You need to go about your life like nothing happened."[/color]

The man's eyes shifted to an almost cloud-like filter. "I need to go on with my life." Quill let him go and he turned and left. She would keep an eye on him but she was confident he wouldn't remember this and, if he did, he would block it out. Trauma did that.

Quill maneuvered everyone else outside, shifting some of them and persuading others. The woman who attacked her woke up shortly after. [color=ba576c]"Hey, you're all right."[/color]

The woman looked around, panic slowly filling her eyes. Quill put a comforting hand on the woman's own. [color=ba576c]"Listen, you went through something bad but you are okay. I recommend you go to the hospital to get fully checked out but from a quick glance I say you have some cuts and a bruise or two but nothing major."[/color]

"I tried to kill you..."

Quill looked at her again. She stayed silent as the woman continued. "It was like my mind was filled with hatred, like I had to put it somewhere and especially at you. I..I'm sorry..I don't.."

[color=ba576c]"It's okay. It was an attack but the man has been taken care of."[/color]

She could sense the woman's panic rising. Quill did a quick read into her mind. Thoughts bounced around like crazy and it was intense to the point Quill could feel a headache coming on. Quill looked into the woman's eyes and shifted again. [color=ba576c]"You are experiencing a hallucination. You've had this symptom for a while now and you have ignored it, but I think it's time you got some help for it."[/color]

Quill felt the woman's moral shift ever so slightly. "I need to find help for it." The woman looked glassy-eyed but made her way out of the bakery.

Morals were interesting to play around with. People often thought morals connected to good or bad decisions and, for the most part, they were right. But morals guided everyday decisions. Do you hold the door open for someone? Do you go to the doctor when you need to? Do you put your shopping cart away when you finish loading your groceries (you better you monsters!)? A simple shift could change a person's entire personality or make them do something they wouldn't normally do.

Once the living people left she got to work. The corpses could wait a few minutes. Quill quickly scoped out the office. Quill didn't get the sense this was the office of the owner of a bakery. She expected your standard faire; a desk, some papers, a computer, but she also expected maybe pictures of family baking together in the kitchen, articles about the bakery, recipes, something to show the love that went in to the craft.

Instead this seemed more like a financial planner's office. Two TVs were mounted. When Quill turned them on they were tuned to financial news and the market movements and the other showed local news. There was also a significant amount of tech. More than a baker would need. 

The owner of the bakery, Freya Collins, had some papers on her desk. One had a list of names and phone numbers, with Quill quickly identifying some names she knew. She pocketed the paper. What also stuck out was the name on some of the other papers, bills and so on. It wasn't so much connected to the bakery as it was to some larger business. Quill would have to check on that.

Once she was satisfied nothing else in the office would be useful to her, and finding nothing else out of the ordinary for a bakery connected in some part to this magical nonsense, she returned to the front. Quill grabbed two industrial-sized saran wrap containers and, after emptying the contents, dropped them both to the floor. She reached into the pocket of the female customer and took out her wallet, pocketing her ID. She would have to send word to her next of kin to pick up the body. Quill got to work moving the bodies into the boxes and closing them tight. Then, slowly, one at a time she moved the boxes to her car, placing them in the backseat. She put the female customer's on the bottom since she intended to ensure she got to her loved ones. The other she needed to discard carefully.

Quill closed the bakery door and locked it. There was still a mess and she would let Freya know what happened on her end. The woman may even be grateful enough to point her in Varnan's direction. 

Once she got into her front seat she pulled out her phone and pressed one of her contacts. [color=ba576c]"Hey Donovan, it's Quill. Do you still have access to that industrial furnace? I have something I need to burn."[/color]