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"Jager, huh?"

"Hai."

"Call her in."

*Door opens*

"You wanted to see me, Gin?"

"Yes. Let's get down to the point. That person is, I know, quite protective of you. Because you have 'died', that person wants me to think of a name that suits you best. This will be your new identity, understood?"

"Hai."

"Your name will be Silver Storm. Too bad if you don't like it, it's on all your files now so you can't do anything about it," Gin smiled maliciously, "Oh, I'd drop the 'Witch' act too. People would know you if you kept it going."

"It's not an act."

"What did you say?"

"It's not an act."

"Don't answer back to me, girl! Even if it's not an act, who's gonna believe you, huh? There's no god in this world to listen to your chants anyway. Drop the act. I'm being nice here."

"... Hai, Gin."

Gin's PoV

That girl! The nerve of her! Just because Boss treats her like the secret to immortality, doesn't mean that she'll talk back to me! I'll teach her a lesson that she won't forget, and Boss won't know about it either...

Normal PoV

Silver Storm, huh? I don't mind it. It suits me quite well... Jager thought, taking her ribbon out of her black hair. Jager wasn't her real name though. It was her BO name, Jagermiester, shortened to Jager. Even she did not know what her real name was, but that was safer for everyone.

Huh?

There was a slip of paper near the doorway.

I have something to discuss with you. Meet me in the laboratory, 1pm, today.

Gin.

Since when did Gin slip little pieces of paper under my door? Oh well. Gin's weird anyway. I wonder what expressions everyone will make when they see me with my hair out? Not forgetting what I'm wearing of course.

Stepping out of her room, she saw her bodyguard, Ryo. She didn't actually need a bodyguard, of course, having taken kickboxing, judo and kendo classes, as well as knowing how to use a gun, but that didn't stop her uncle from getting one. Her uncle, the Boss.

Ryo's PoV

I saw Jager come out of her room. The Ice Woman, everyone in the BO called her, because of her specialty with a gun, and the blank expression she always had on her face. Never, did she let anyone she her weak or sad. Never lost her temper, unlike many of the others. But never smiled either. Just that blank face and emotionless voice. The reputation she had was the only thing that kept us men from fucking her and other girls snubbing her out. Jager, with her long black hair, always kept up with a ribbon, and her weird (yet beautiful) silver eyes. She didn't have an hourglass figure, but did have one of a model, so no loss. If only she didn't have that reputation. Or her uncle. The Boss.

"Hello Ryo."

Ohmysweetmotherinheaven. Jager had her hair out.

No one sees Jager with her hair out. I wonder what my face looks like.

"Ryo?"

She was wearing a plain red turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans, those, put with her red and black sneakers, gave her an almost kiddish look. What the hell?

"Ryo!"

I guess I spaced out for too long... Uh oh.

A/N : Sorry for such a short chapter. I'm excited about finally getting Word to work!