Stops a tomahawk missile and fires it back at the submarine that launched it with telekinesis

He could sense it perfectly. The hum of precision electronics, the whine of a subsonic turbofan...it was as clear as if he was standing next to it. The calculations were simple. In an instant, he knew he had precisely forty-two seconds before impact. Cell smiled; it was a bold move on the part of the military, one he would have applauded had it not been so pathetically hopeless.

He briefly considered simply leaving, but stopped. No, he couldn't be blamed for this.

"If I may crave your attention for one minute longer," he began, his voice amplified, "I fear I have some sad news for you all. It seems your leaders have no concern whatsoever for your lives. A few moments ago, a submarine off the coast launched a 3,000-pound Tomahawk cruise missile directly at this building."

A wave of horror swept over the members of the audience whose terror had subsided enough to listen. Could this monster really be telling the truth?

"My initial response would have been to simply leave, allowing the missile to reach here. Sadly, that would have meant the end of your lives." He paused to let his words sink in. "But your leaders would doubtlessly have blamed me, and I can't allow that. While I am undeniably evil, I can only take credit for the evil I myself choose."

Smiling generously, he raised one hand and extended his palm toward the window. A moment later, the audience saw a glowing orb coming toward them. It grew in size until they could make out its shape: a pure white cylinder, racing toward them with a plume of smoke behind it. Suddenly, it slowed, then came to a halt in midair just a few feet from Cell's outstretched hand. It was nearly twenty feet long and almost two feet wide, with wicked orange fins sticking out of its body.

"My, my," exclaimed Cell, genuinely surprised. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled the missile inside the room, then rotated it. In midair, he began taking it apart, its casing breaking free and expanding out like an illustration in a magazine.

"Well, would you look at that." From the nose of the casing came a silver cylinder roughly three feet long. "Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the W80 tactical nuclear warhead. The expected yield of this device is nearly 200 kilotons...a crude bomb to be sure, yet one capable of destroying not only this building, but this entire city."

The room was completely silent.

Cell smiled again. "I must give your leaders credit. Launching a nuclear strike against their own people in the hopes of destroying me is bold indeed. Too bad for them, their plan was futile from its inception."

He rapidly spun the pieces back together, reassembling the missile. At his telekinetic command, it whirred to life again. He spun it 180 degrees, pointing it back out the window, then launched it with a wave of his hand.

"The unfortunate submarine chosen to launch this missile will get an unpleasant surprise, I'm afraid. But for now, I must be off! It's truly been a pleasure spending time with you all."

- Bringer of Death Chapter 59