Cassandra nodded as she started walking in the direction of the nearest entrance. It was just up ahead and to the right if she remembered correctly. Of course she did. Her memory rarely failed her in anything. "I most certainly do and I don't think it's the paparazzi," she said wryly. They were annoying but hardly dangerous. For the most part...<br/><br/>If only James knew. Her gifts weren't flashy but they could make her a powerful asset for whichever side had the balls to try and bend her to their will. That is, if they even could. She had a tendency to See things coming. She smiled up at him, glad that he would be safe with her. Sometimes she got the feeling that she wasn't the only one in the relationship keeping secrets.<br/><br/>When Bateman started to follow along with them, she frowned again and looked at him through the glasses. Her expression was unreadable even without the advantage of being able to see her eyes. "Just as long as you can keep up," she said. Something was screaming at her that this was a bad idea while another part of her felt that this was quite right.<br/><br/>The long black car was waiting for them just outside. One of her men opened the door. She looked over her shoulder at Bateman, tilting her head. "You're welcome to come with me. We will drop you off anywhere you choose," she said. Her head was pounding. She had to get away. "But do make your mind up quickly. Tempus fugit..."