Helena had only a vague recollection of the Deepmind incident, but just the thought of it sent a shiver down her spine.  It was bad enough to choose to do such things, but to be forced?  It almost made her sick.  She was surprised he brought it up though, even in his own defence, it was not good company to be in.<br/><br/>She didn't notice his glance.  Her blouse, bunched in her hand as it was, exposed some cleavage and some belly but still covered most of her torso.<br/><br/>As the radio came on Helena glanced down at the dial, then out the window.  It was strange to not feel her powers.  She hadn't felt quite so useless, so impotent, for a decade or more.  At least Guardian was on the scene?  As much as he annoyed her, he did good work.  She wondered how her sister was doing, then forced the thought away.  Carissa had to learn to stand on her own feet at some point, and Helena didn't want to associate thoughts of her with what was going on.<br/><br/>"Oh?"  Helena asked, she'd never thought of the use of the word minion.  "Is there a better term for them?"  She trailed off, it almost sounded personal.  But, then, to a porn king how things were perceived, how they themselves were perceived, were probably a constant thought.<br/><br/>Helena glanced at Mark and perked up slightly at the last comment.  "Oh?"  Did he have powers?  No, that was ridiculous.  "Doesn't everyone, guess we just missed the luck of the draw of having powers."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Helena stared the vans, certain she'd seen them before somewhere.  Then again unmarked vans were hardly uncommon.  Criminals loved them, how many robberies had she foiled that had vans involved?  She wondered if they all sourced them from the same location.  She realized she was avoiding thoughts of what she had agreed to do and, with a nervous flutter and a suppressed sigh, she climbed out of the car still holding her blouse shut and moved towards the house.  It was too late to back out now.