James walked a short distance away from his boss, and girl friend Cassandra D'Arque as she looked over a few dresses.  He had a small cell phone in his hand looking at the days news stories.  More of the same propoganda, sugar coating what the government was really doing.  It was sickening and it was worse that the news oganizations we're going along with it.  The best source of information these days was from those who had gone underground and we're reporting under the radar.  'President' Dupont was getting worse, and worse every single day, crazy with power.  People we're scared though anyone who resisted disappeared.<br/><br/>He closed his phone and slide it inside the pocket of his black leather coat disgusted.  What the hell happened to this country?  It use to stand for freedom and justice, now freedom didn't exist and justice was only hanging on by a loose thread.  It was depressing to think about, and what was worst he didn't know what to do about it.  It seemed like an insurmountable challange, Dupont's government was too powerful even though the people who elected him many of them no longer stood behind him.<br/><br/>Looking over at Cassandra he saw that she was deep in thought about something.  Probably deciding if she wanted the red dress or the blue dress.  A slight smile twitched at his lips at the thought.  Abandoning his position he crossed through the sea of clothing racks to where she stood with the other members of her security team.<br/><br/>"Finding anything good?" he asked as he came up alongside her not paying much attention to where she was looking.  "Or would you like me to take you to another store?"<br/>