"Indeed, Ms Pie." Efink says before I can answer. He hands here a detonator for a secondary set of incendiary bombs placed in the mansion. "Care to do the honours milady?" He says, and Diane gleefully depresses the button, the incendiary bombs burning what little is left of the mansion. If viewed from the air, it would make the shape of a spade that has been cut in two, as if, say, by a knife.