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[color=00a99d][b]Jean Belair ( Noir Youyou)[/b][/color]

Jean squinted his eye's as Mitthias called out his old last name. He had trown it away, together with the past he wished to forget. It was a bloody one, everyday tainted with the blood of those who were guilty of crimes or those who were innocent but dangerous to SOLDIER. 
[color=00a99d]''Good evening to you as well mister Mittias. I would prefer it if you would call me Jean Belair form now of on. Noir Youyou is a name my past life had''[/color] He said annoyed, tilting his head slightly. He figited with his gloves, stretching the leater as if he was using it as a stressball. [color=00a99d]''And may I keep that a secret for now, I am not particulary proud on the time before I met miss O'Neill. As for my friend, could you please let him go. We mean no harm, I just wish to know why in heavens name a big name like you is doing, sniffing with his nose through the papers of me and Miss O'Neill''[/color]

[color=00a99d]''This office belongs to both me and miss O'Neill since we work together, and I have already told you to much... now tell me what you are doing here, did soldier send you to kill me? Or are they targeting Sasha?''[/color] Jean knew that at one point Sasha would get in throuble for sticking her nose to deep in buisness that was not hers. Digging up information seemed like a second nature to her. The feelings of love for her were not forgotten, as long as he did not made a move on her it was alright...rigth. To love her form afar, protecting her within the shadows, while she was happy with someonelse in the sunlight... moonlight.