[b][color=f26522]Sasha O'Neill[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a99d]Jean Belair[/color][/b]

Sasha awoke to the loud howling of a wolf. Powerfull like the strike of thunder it roared throughout the pinewoods. Quickly she opened the door of the car, as she had noticed that they were standing still. Just in time she stepped into the darkness of the night, having trouble to see. She saw a white ghost like being run away through the forest. 

[color=f26522]''whas that a wolf?''[/color] She asked Jean. He was bussy noting down the number he had recieved just now in his Phone. Jean turned around and smirked abit.
[color=00a99d]''Yes and no, but you just missed the most interesting base for a story ever''[/color] He said as he ruffed through her hair.
[color=00a99d]''apparently the vamp you dragged with you is some sort of a hybrid"[/color]
[color=f26522]''Hybrid, as in half vampire, half...''[/color]
[color=00a99d]''wolf. I guess that man, Vladimir, was a werewolf and got bitten by a vampire.''[/color]
Sasha widened her eyes as she looked into the direction Vladimir had gone off to. She hung her head in her typical sadness, when she missed somthing great.
[color=f26522]''why did you let him run off like that, really, I really want to interview him now''[/color] she pouted as she sat down on the hood of the car.
Jean grinned as the urge to tease her rose in him.

[color=00a99d]''How nice am I, Love. Come on, tell me who is the best on this team''[/color] he grinned as he showed the hand were Vladimir had written his number onto, to Sasha. Overcome with joy Sasha jumped off the hood and locked her arms around Jeans neck. She hugged him while laughing.
[color=f26522]''you are''[/color] She said as she grabbed her own phone and noted down Vladimir's number as well. Once sasha had saved the number she looked around herself once again. Jean handed her the ribbon and she tied it back on the place it belonged. The forest was dark and dangerous. With the recent events going on she knew it was dangerous to stay. They needed to move, she was curios as to what the new had broadcasted already. She hated it that she could not write about the attack in NY right now. They had to little inforation to work on. The only thing of value they had was the foothage the drone had made while flying into the quarentine zone. Sasha had send the inmages already to her boss during the car ride before she fell asleep. They were really thankfull and her name would hit the screen, even though Jean had made the clip. He really should allow himself to stand in the spotligth some more. 
[color=f26522]''So here we are, in the middle of the forest. We have no information to write about. Our only source of information is a vampire werewolf who probably won't come to us again, and will not share his intel. I refuse to go back like this''[/color] Sasha said frustrated, she took place in the passangerseat of the car, closing the door. She felt a bit safer that way. Jean as well stepped into the car again and turned on the headlights.
[color=00a99d]''Me to, we can stay nearby for now. See what we can dig up. I will call my buddy's and so should you. We are going to write the best dammed article about this attack as we humanly can''[/color] 

The engine got started, it sound starteling a nearby deer. Jean drove the mercedise back to the main road and drove for about half an houre before they found a motel they could stay in. They rented a room using the money they had gotten from Vladimir. They moved some stuff with them to the room. Among the stuff was a long black case that belonged to Jean. Sasha had never seen it befor, but she had seen him take it out from a compartment underneath his trunk. No questions were asked however as they settle down, tired of the days events. 
[color=f26522]''Good nigth Jean''[/color] Sasha said as she went into her own sepperate bedroom. 
[color=00a99d]''Good night Love''[/color] Jean wished her as he decided to sit down for a bit before going to his bedroom as well. He found todays events more than desturbing. And to him the movements of SOLDIER were more than strange. He eyed his suitcase, locked within it was his old friend. He held his leather gloved hands and moved the gloves a bit, revealing but a part of his finger tattoo. If he needed to he would shoot again, he had a life to defend right now. 

On the other side of the door Sasha had grabbed her phone and dialed the number she had gotten before. She was sure that Vladimir was done hunting by now.
[color=f26522]'' Hey with Sasha. If you would like to come here Jean and I are in Pine groove’s motel, room 306. You are are more than welcome to join us again. ’’ [/color]

[@BlackPanther]