At Your Service

At Your Service

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I've only been working on the Vice President's secret service detail for four months. That's right, FOUR. Kick ass, lethal weapon on the weekdays, and a full-time student on the weekends. Obviously not a normal job for a 20 year old, but it's paying the bills, and my tuition. If you told me at the beginning of my training that I'd be taken to a different country as a potential hostage, I probably would've busted a lung from laughing. But now, sitting in a room with three guys that have unearthly accents, I'm not the one laughing.
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