There was something very odd about Henry, it was as though he we're not totally aware of his surroundings.  Even in  these closed surroundings however he didn't smell an alcohol on him, or any other hallucinogenic substance coming from him.  He did seem to have a strange smell about him, but it wasn't anything that he could identify or make sense of.  The man was a puzzle and James wasn't fond of puzzles.  Something he said about her having remarkable foresight, and her response of having good hearing.  If that was true it would mean that her ears we're even sharper than his own.  Possible but it was a a first for him to have his senses trumped.  He had heard the sound of the helicopter only a couple of seconds after she had spoken.  He chewed that over in his mind as the Limo moved farther and farther away from the the scene at the mall.<br/><br/>Before now he'd had reason to think that Cassandra was keeping things to herself, hidden from everyone even the people she was closest to.  James had never pressed her about it, or even mentioned it because he knew the reason for secrets, and it would hardly be fair for him to expect total honesty when he couldn't return it himself.  He sighed at the need to keep who he was a secret from her, but was afraid that if she knew what he could do that she would be afraid of him, and even if she wasn't afraid of him the more people who knew of his secret the more exposed he became.  He had evaded detention by SPECTRE, because he wasn't foolish enough to be public about what he could do.  His record was clean, as far as he knew.<br/><br/>When Cassandra offered to give the man named Henry whatever help she could offer, practically offering him a job it surprised James even more than when she had offered him a ride.  She was well known for being generous but James didn't get the impression that she liked him much more than he or the rest of the guard did.  It wasn't his business he had to remind himself.  Even though he loved her and she loved him when it came to running her company it was none of his business with the exception of securing the computers system.<br/><br/>He slid his phone out of his coat pocket and connected to a news sight reading the headline.  'Terrorists attack Fairview Shopping Center'.  James scowled, at the headline.  That was an absolute load of crap especially when he knew without reading the rest of the article that they didn't consider the SPECTRE unit the terrorists.  He only skimmed the rest of the story, their weren't any facts in the story.  It was a work of pure fiction.  "The crap that passes for news these day," he grumbled.  "If a word of this story is true I'll jump off the nearest bridge."  The events at the mall weren't even 10 minutes old.  They must have just copied and pasted the story.<br/><br/>