Heavensent
an excerpt

The beetle skittered through the crack in the door and began the long journey up the main wall into the lobby of the bank. Through its eyes, Fawn could see a hundred copies of the same image; it may have been disorienting for some, but Fawn had long become accustomed to her Gift. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on one image and making it bigger in her conciousness.

Arriving next to the Chief, she murmered, "There's ten in the lobby. I can't tell if they're mortal. Probably twenty civilians with them; it's too hard to count."