<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">His question made Scara frown for a second as she tried to think back. She had tilted her head up to remember and when she finally went to answer Marcus had her pinned in. Her heart skipped a beat as her mouth helped her out. <br/>
"Well, let's see I was eighteen when I enlisted and was sent here immediately for training and that was about nine years ago." <br/>
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She could feel her heart rate picking up and her blood was rushing. To keep from doing anything rash Scara uncrossed her legs, rubbed them together for a second before recrossing them in the opposite direction. "I attended the academy for the full six year program, and then was assigned as a guard for the school." Scara leaned back and puffed her chest out, feigning a stretch and scratch her fingers through her hair. "I've been doing that for about three years. Been trying to move up but it's kind of hard when you see no action."<br/>
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Scara rubbed her foot up and down Marcus' leg when she said the word action, her eyes making contact with his.</span></span></span>