"No." Pita whispered, not sure if she was lying. She wasn’t formally trained, after all. "I’m just a kid." She tried to focus her mind, as she had earlier when controlling the yakuza’s thoughts. But all she could picture was Chen’s bloody corpse and the inhuman monster behind her leaning over it, hacking at it, dipping his cyberhand in the blood to smear a slogan on the wall. . .