Presidential mist

Fighting automatons is bad enough* Fighting one in a crowd of mortals is a recipe for disaster*
I didn't want to worry about the mortals" safety and mine and figure out how to capture the celedon. I needed a way to evacuate Times Square without causing a stampede.
As we wove through the crowd t 1 grabbed the nearest cop by the shoulder*
I told him* "Presidential motorcade coming! You guys better clear the streets!”
I pointed down Seventh Avenue. Of course there was no motorcade, bur I did my best to imagine one.
See, some demigods can actually control the Mist. They can make people see what they want them to see. I wasn't very good at it, but it was worth a shot. Presidential visits are common enough, with the United Nations in town and all, so Ifigu red the cop might buy it.
Apparently he did. He glanced toward my imaginary line of limos, made a disgusted face, and said something into his two-way radio.
With the wax in my ears, 1 couldn't hear what, but all the other cops in the square started herd¬ ing the crowd toward the side streets.

SoA pg.24-25