Guard rounds (private)

Laure swiftly climbed up the steps to the top of the Praetorian Gate, her cuirass heavy on her shoulders. This afternoon her duty was to do guard rounds on the walls with Cameroon Rabeh, a super hot son of Mercury who was also in the Second Cohort. Finally she arrived, her helmet protecting her eyes from the sunlight, and quickly set her pilum against the wall to arrange her sword belt around her hips. She was dressed in sturdy camouflage trousers and a purple SPQR shirt, which felt far too hot in the Californian weather. She was already starting to sweat a little, and couldn't wait for this round to be over so she could go and change into something more appropriate (and more fashionable). The daughter of Aurora had been listening to K-pop earlier and she had a song stuck in her head now to which she was humming the lyrics while waiting for Cameroon -- not that she actually understood what they meant. (She did love Korea though and really wanted to learn Korean one day, when she'd have more time.)

What is he doing? she wondered, checking the time on her phone. Four minutes past three, that was a lot for the Legion's standards. Romans had a huge sense of precision and were always on time, so she hoped he hadn't been eaten by a gorgon or thrown off his eagle. With a midriff like that, it would be such a shame if he died.