"Come on!"
"Nyet."
"Just for a—"
"Nyet."
"Are you even going to let me finish my—"
"Nyet!" Vlad said again as he glared at Amira as she stood in his doorway. "I'm getting tired of repeating myself."
"You are? How do you think, I feel?" She asked. "You've haven't come out of your room for more than ten minutes in over a week! You need to get out and frankly, so do I."
"We're engaged in important military actions." Vladimir said flatly.
"You have Semira open a portal and you shoot into it. Last week I saw you have her open one when you two passed each other in the hall!"
"We need to keep up the pressure."
"Yes! But not on us!" Amira protested. "Everyone is getting stir crazy in here. It's been three weeks of nothing but sitting around while we blast the Pit from afar!"
"You could train more." Vladimir suggested, trying to end the conversation.
"Train more? I do combat maneuvers in my sleep! All I'm asking for is a day off. That's all. Not a month long vacation or a trip to Bermuda…though with Semira we actually could do that…" Amira mused. "It's the end of summer and frankly we'd all rather be doing something rather than sitting in front of the air conditioning all day."
"I wouldn't." Vladimir said stubbornly. "Perhaps if you were as efficient in your time as I am—"
"What about Naomi? She's a child, she deserves a chance to go out and have fun, not stay trapped here!"
"You were the one who wanted to bring her here." Vlad pointed out.
"Just one day." Amira pleaded. "One day at the beach. For Naomi's sake, pleeeease?"
"Amira…" Vladimir groaned.
"Don't make me bring out the big guns." She warned him.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me." Amira said. Vlad started to sweat.
"You're bluffing."
"Think so?" Amira smiled. "Fine. NAOMI!" Amira called. Naomi appeared in the doorway, already dressed in a bathing suit and wearing a shy expression that would've melted the heart of Magneto himself.
"Pleeeeease?" Amira said again with as much of a lilt in her voice as she could.
"Bevakasha?" Naomi pleaded in Hebrew, her eyes large and lower lip trembling as she looked into his eyes and begged.
Vladimir groaned again as he felt his resolve fail.
"You don't fight fair." Vlad said in what was more than half a pout.
"I know." Amira smiled as she patted his head in a mock-comforting manner. "You have five minutes to put on a bathing suit and come with us to the beach. Otherwise I'll come in myself, strip you naked and dump you at the Pit for the Joes." Amira grinned, an evil looking light reflecting off her glasses. "Toodles! Come on Naomi." She said to the young girl as she took her hand and walked her outside, closing the door behind them.
Amira waited for a moment, just long enough to hear the sound of Vlad banging his head against the wall. "I love it when he does that." She grinned as she headed off to get dressed herself.
The other Omegas had been watching from down the hall.
"Finally!" Jacques said. "A day off! With Vlad gone we have the place to ourselves! And no more lectures on work! Remind me to thank Amira for this."
"Heh, do you think the boss will ever figure it out?" Phelan asked. "You know that Amira likes him?"
"Nah, he's pretty oblivious." Semira said. "Five will get you ten he needs someone else to point it out to him."
"Deal." Phelan grinned. "Now, what to do while they're gone…"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jacques asked Phelan. The Irishman just grinned.
"What do you think?"
"I'll get the toilet paper and the spray paint."
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A/N: Next time, madness at the beach!