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Caress (2)

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Canyon Runner sucked on his back tooth for a second while he thought, Latin translation not being something he had to do very often. He refused to do it for the slaves he trained, they needed to learn, and emersion was the best way.

“Like gold,” Canyon Runner said after a few long seconds.

“So he’s Caesar’s golden boy eh?” Vera said, teasing her new friend a little.

“Something like that,” Canyon Runner said with a smirk, “but I wouldn’t make that joke with him. He’s very business oriented. He wouldn’t hesitate to put you flat on your ass, mark of Caesar or not.”

“Thanks man, I could use the caps,” Vera said with a wave as she started to walk away from Canyon Runner. The Legionary grinned still shading his eyes against the sun.

“You wanna go to the second floor of that building,” Canyon Runner said as he pointed towards the largest structure in the cove.

Shooting the man a thumb up, Vera picked up her pace and huffed over to the old world building with the stairs running to the top. Vera leaned back and studied the building she was about to enter, noting doors, ways to side down if she had to get out fast. The mark of Caesar would keep her safe from trouble but only to a point. She had already been shot in the head once this year, she wasn’t about to start getting careless, especially in Legion territory.

Taking a nervous breath at the door to Aurelius of Phoenix’s office, Vera pulled confidence around her like a warm blanket, and stepped through the door into the room. The only person inside was a man sitting at an old world desk, wearing full Centurion armor. Vera had helped Silus get away from Camp McCarran, so she was prepared for the amalgamation of various armors that made up the Centurion’s outfit, but what she wasn’t ready for was the scrub brush that passed for a hat.

The long legged woman standing in front of the door to his office, obviously trying not to snicker at his stupid headdress, did nothing but annoy Aurelius, who barked at her, “Who sent you here?”