“Repeat after me.” Jean held the shot in front of Noa, a smirk spread across his lips. It was a rare person, man or woman, that could turn Jean into the voice of reason. But, oddly enough, that’s part of the reason he enjoyed Noa’s company so much. “I will not start fights with the Russians or Rutherfords until we are in the parking lot.
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