Diana held her lasso, wrapped around the gelatinous cocoon. Nodding Diana raised the Hestia's rope swinging it above her head. Being prepared, was the motto Diana took from the girl scouts. None of the people around her felt familiar, not that they hand to. Diana trusted Clark, these were his people, and for that matter, hers as well.
Diana grinned at Rachel's handiwork. "Nicely done," Diana gave a little bow of her head. "I have a clone, and I hate it," Diana leaned against a tree with such force, it fell over. "It took my life from me. I want it erased. What all have you guys figured out?"