Snippet #1787407

The moment the papers flew out of Henry's hand and Archer said his name allowed, he smiled. "So it's you...." he thought to himself. His little ruse had worked. Soon the ones who were on the opposing morale scale would rally around him like a beacon. The brave boy who stood up to the evil man.Then, all he had to do was win him over. Then this group might actually have a chance of becoming a team. It was the only way the team would for sure work together. Now the neutrals would be cooperative no matter what. Soon, this team would become something he could actually stand being in.

While the rest grabbed and burned and bickered, Henry grabbed a seat and placed it directly where he was standing and sat down, legs crossed. Henry then heard Gazelle whispering an answer to his thoughts earlier. She didn't have to answer him, he found it terribly kind of her. Even though it was supposed to be for more of a shock factor that she could read his mind. She would only read what he allowed her to, he had dealt with many telepaths and truthsayers in his time. Hell, he had been married to one for 35 years, spirits rest her soul. He had figured out long ago how to make a mental barricade for his personal thoughts. To answer her, he left his mental cage and thought towards her. "Your quite welcome, and I'm not familiar with that particular demon, but I will make a note of the name."

Henry listened for a bit longer, being amused by everyone. From the looks on everyone's faces, no matter how their personalities were, they all seemed to be amused by the others. Thinking themselves the most important and definitive in the room, even if they did not intend so. It was cute, actually. They all thought themselves control of their destiny and there surroundings. The only way to avoid destiny is never to be known by it, like Henry. It seems Ms. Kiley became like him as well, but he could feel destiny turn her gaze towards her as Gazelle's gaze repeatedly turned towards Major Macleod. Sure she also occasionally looked at him, but there was something about Vincent that intrigued her. Henry knew he had the power to change their fates, for better or worse. Though, at this moment in time, it did not matter a single bit.

Henry stifled a laugh when Mr. Archer suggested that Gazelle's code name should be Lilith. Gazelle was crafty, evil and powerful. But, compared to mother, she was not much. Jackson mentioning her made him think of the last time he saw his mother. She was standing near that pit, most of midnight either in flames or rubble, Authorities and Hallow corpses littered the field. Henry had a hole through his chest the size of a coconut. Then John, standing there in his trademark trench coat and fedora, banished their mother with the holy blade Amorrachious back to where she came. Just another Dooms Day avoided.

Henry snapped out of his day dream, and looked at Archer. Quite honestly, he reminded him of his brother. He was a bit more naive than him, but he could sense he was there. It was then when the man in charge said it was time to be shuttled away. Deciding to not make America panic by flying a large black and gold hover craft while following a bus full of people with powers, he followed the rest to the bus.

While on the horribly metal rectangle that these inferior beings dare call a suitable means of transportation, Henry pulled out a black and gold blue tooth looking object and stuck it in his ear. He pressed a button on it and began speaking. "Yes.....yes Princeton, it's me. I won't be requiring the car......No I have other means of transport........Yes you may go back, though, when I call on you again, I would like you to bring my personal car........yes that one. Alright, make sure Sykes behaves himself, alright tata." With that, he pressed the button again and placed it back in his coat.

When they finally arrived and was allowed to remove himself from that horrid bus, he glanced at his new accommodations. Not bad at all, really. They would be suitable to his needs. He walked inside with the others, the group meeting up with Vincent and Gazelle once again. Vincent obviously rubbing it in their faces that he brought his car. They were all handed keys. "1-B" Henry mumbled to himself. Meaning he would be on the second floor, excellent.

After everyone had their keys and were heading off to their rooms, Henry walked up and spoke to Jackson. "Excuse me, Archer? I was wondering if I could speak to you for a brief moment." Henry said in the most polite way with a very warming smile.