The idea of a vacation is a foreign concept to most people. The notion is especially lost on dolls, who have been built from the ground up to work day and night, stopping only to recharge drained batteries. Some dolls could go weeks without needing a recharge, making them very valuable to exceptionally cruel masters who preferred productivity over happiness. Griffin and Kryuger PMC, however, was not one of these employers. Understanding that combat is just as stressful on the delicate neural clouds of dolls as it is on the minds of humans, the company offers time off to its faithful dolls to unwind and relax. Every doll being different, these vacations could vary wildly from something as simple as plugging themselves into the wall and binging 50 year old television sitcoms for a week straight; to complicated plans like visiting one of the last few uncontaminated beaches on the planet.

While the rest of the brigade dealt with an undercover operation for who knows how long, MG34 and MG42 decided it was time to take their given vacation and enjoy some quality sisterly bonding time. Deciding upon a green zone beach in Greece, both of them had to undergo a whole mess of tests and approvals a week in advance to make sure they weren't transferring any contaminants across borders. Passing their tests with flying colors, the two sisters found the first flight they could. While they were stopped before and after their flights due to their status as combat rated Tactical Dolls, they were able to pass through relatively unruffled. The flight itself was more than enjoyable for the sisters, having grown too accustomed to traveling on military aircraft. Most of the human passengers weren't too put off by the presence of two dolls, and anyone that did have an issue kept it to themselves. Even though the sisters were repurposed civilian models, they were still lethally dangerous once provoked.

The two had booked a hotel for the week, choosing one right next to the beach for convenience sake. Having chosen one of the biggest available rooms they could find, they made sure that G&K was bankrolling everything as they practically ran up the stairs to their room. The room itself featured a balcony that overlooked the beach, given the two of them a picture perfect view of the white sandy beaches and crystal clear blue water. They could hardly contain themselves taking it all in, jumping up and down for joy at the sight of it all. "Do you think we have time to go down there?" MG42 asked, looking back to her sister.

"Of course we do, it's still sunny out." MG34 looked to the sky, taking in the warm sunlight on the cloudless day.

The two sisters had made sure to adequately prepare for their trip before hand, taking care that the salt water and salt air wouldn't adversely affect their internal components. Of course, they'd still need a full cleaning when they got back home at the end of their vacation, but they were looking at a minimal chance of catastrophic failure so long as they avoided doing anything too stupid. Of course, the most important part of planning their trip was figuring out what they wanted to wear, the prospect of wearing something other than uncomfortable military uniforms more than exciting to the two girls. Thanks to imprinting on their neural clouds, they didn't necessarily hate their uniforms, but the idea of dressing up or trying something new was too much for them to resist, especially since it meant spending quality time with each other. The two of them spent an hour deciding what to wear, each of them bringing different swimsuits in a variety of styles and colors. While they would make time to explore the city at some point, the two sisters had every intent to spend as much time as possible on the beach.

Having settled on matching black swimsuits, they grabbed their beach bags and practically ran down the stairs and all the way to the beach. They barreled across the parking lot and through a crowd of people, knocking at least one person over with a half hearted apology yelled without changing their course. They haphazardly threw down their towels and bags and made straight for the water, wading out to waist height before stopping. They stood and basked in the salt water waves lapping against them, the bright yellow sunlight beaming down from above. With no concern for skin cancer, the two sisters could spend as much time in the sun as they wanted. Add onto that the necessary precautions to prevent sea water corrosion, they could gladly play in the water as long as they saw fit.

MG42 kneeled in the water, bringing it from waist to chest height. She closed her eyes and let the waves beat against her. "This sure beats working, doesn't it?" She said with a small sigh of relief.

"You know it." MG34 sat in the water next to her, also closing her eyes as she reveled in the moment. While both them were voluntarily blinded, a particularly large wave rolled in and splashed both of the open mouthed fools in the face. They both gagged on salt water as they laughed at their predicament, standing up to avoid making a fool of themselves again.

A rogue volleyball flying into the back of MG42's head crashed the moment. Cursing, she rubbed the back of her head to face the direction of the assault. A couple of teenager boys were playing a game on the beach when one of them had seemingly thrown the ball. MG34 grabbed the ball as it floated on the water, ready to throw it back at them with the force to give her target whiplash. The boys, unaware of the danger, simply waved and yelled to them. "Hey," the taller, blonde one yelled, "sorry my brother is dick!"

The shorter one with black hair gave the blonde one a shove. "You're the one that threw it, asshole."

"See, he can't even tell the truth."

Not caring for their waste of talk, MG34 just shouted back to them, ready to break their nose on the balls impact. "You hit my sister!"

"Sorry about that," the blonde explained while wading out to them, "we just wanted to get your attention."

"Well you got it." MG34 growled. MG42 simply crossed her arms and nodded, letting her older sister do all the talking.

"We we're wondering if you'd join us for a game?"

The two sisters looked at each other, both considering the proposition. Clearly, these boys did not know they were inviting two tactical dolls to play a sport that involved physical effort. Luckily, the dolls contracted by G&K were least likely to accidentally kill you in a friendly sports game. MG34, however, was more than happy to have a chance to try and break someone's nose for hitting her sister. Moreover, she would be damned if she was going to let some human boy that treats assault as flirting touch MG42. "Us against you?" She smiled innocently, doing her best to play interested.

"Sure." The boys seemed excited.

The sisters returned to the beach to follow the boys to the net they had set up. The two dolls shared a glance at each other as they worked out their plan. MG42 took the back of their makeshift, sandy court, while MG34 guarded the area closest to the net. The blonde boy stood in the back of their side, ready to serve the volleyball. "If we win, we get to take you out to dinner!" He shouted.

MG34 rolled her eyes as she realized this was just a ploy to get some girls to hang out with them. It was MG42 that laid their conditions. "Well if we win, you have to buy us dinner!"

"What's the difference?" The black haired brother asked.

The two sisters laughed. "Only one of these means you get to eat with us," MG42 giggled, "and we're very expensive eaters."

"Deal." The blonde boy served the volleyball, blissfully unaware of the Pandora's box he had just opened for himself and his brother. MG34, with little mercy, jumped up and spiked the ball back over the net, hitting the ball just hard enough to slam the blonde boy in the chest. There was a smack as it hit his chest, followed by a wheeze as it forced the air out of his lungs and he staggered back. There was a large red circle forming exactly where the ball impacted, but MG34 was polite enough to have not broken his ribs.

"Sorry," she said innocently, "I guess I don't know my own strength!" The two sisters high-fived and laughed before getting back into place.

The blonde boy pretended to laugh as he nodded to his brother. "That's fine, I guess I won't go easy on you." He lied.

Blonde hair served again, the ball sailing straight to MG42. She played dumb, pretending to stumble as she sent the ball back over the boys. Black hair tried to spike the ball this time, but MG34 was quick to dive and send the ball almost straight up in the air. The ball seemed like it was going to hit the net, but Black hard realized too late it was on his side of the net and desperate moved to smack it back over, bouncing it into the net where it fell to the sand. Once again, the two sisters cheered, hugging and jumping with their second victory. The boys, while dejected, were still determined to keep playing for at least a point. "Do you guys play professionally or something?" Black hair asked.

"We're very professional." MG42 pretended to flex arm muscles, knowing full well her arm was operated from a much more complex system of machine parts than fleshy sinew. She struck a few poses then got ready for the two boys to try and serve again. The display at least got a laugh out of the Black hair brother.

Taking some pity in the boys, the sisters let the ball pass back and forth over the net a few times before MG34 had enough and sent straight into the boys side of the sand. Once again, the sisters celebrated their victory over the boys. Blonde hair must have decided he was tired of losing as he walked up to net to talk to the sisters. "You girls are pretty good," he said, trying to flatter them, "hopefully you'll show mercy on us in our defeat."

The sisters looked at each other, considering how far they could take this free meal ticket. Most fancy restaurants would probably force them to wear actual clothes, and they still wanted to spend som emote time on the beach. That wasn't taking into consideration how most nice places tend to keep away doll customers. If the girls wanted a free meal from these guys, they were gonna have to make a compromise. MG34 put her hands on her hips and got closer to the net. "What's the fanciest place that'll take two pretty dolls like ourselves?" She asked.

The blonde hair brother's face grew redder than the impact zone in his chest. "Shit, no wonder we lost." He sounded a fair bit angry, which was understandable for most humans that end up in this situation. Dolls have broken quite a few hearts since their inception.

The black haired boy laughed. "Hey, I'll man up if you don't want to." He offered to take the two sisters to the nearby beachside restaurant, situated close enough to their stuff to still keep an eye on it without having to pack up. His brother abandoned him to the two dolls, losing any and all interest now that he knew they weren't human. The black haired boy, however, seemed to think the whole situation was hilarious considering he was dragged into it every bit as they were. Apparently he also got a kick out of watching MG34 wind his brother with a single spike of the volleyball. It's seemed that his brother was not the biggest fan of civilian model dolls and treated them like nothing more than talking appliances. The black haired boy at least underwood they had feelings too. "So I figured I owed you guys for him wasting your time."

"Doesn't he technically owe us more than you do?" MG42 asked, sucking down a brightly colored alcoholic beverage. The trio was sitting at the bar, which was also conveniently the closest seat to the kitchen.

The black haired boy pulled out his brothers credit card and they all shared a laugh. "So what brings you girls to the beach anyway?" He asked, trying to make small talk before they ordered enough food to back up the kitchen.

"Company mandated vacation," MG34 answered, "All Griffin and Kryuger employees are required to take at least a week of vacation for rest and relaxation."

"It's so the human commanders don't blow their brains out or something." MG42 idly kicked her feet while sitting in her chair. "We don't really have those issues so much, but we also don't see as many messed assignments either."

"Oh, so you're tactical dolls," the boy was starting to piece things together, "that explains why you're so good on a team together."

"Well, we're sisters." MG34 put her arm around her sister.

The boy smiled. "Yeah, but that didn't help my brother and I."

When it came time to order, the woman writing down the sisters food raised an eyebrow as they went down the menu. She was absolutely astonished at how much the two girls were going to devour, even more so when she considered their relatively good physique. The boy just settled on a cheap sandwich, expecting to snack over a movie later tonight. "Why not spend time with your brother?" MG42 asked, on her second alcoholic drink that contained almost as much sugar as it did liquor.

The boy waved his hand. "He wanted to come here for one reason and one reason only; foreign girls. I wouldn't be surprised if by the time I get back to our room he'll be in some girls bed halfway across the city."

"That's not fair to you," MG34 exclaimed, drinking twice as much as her sister, "you're his brother and this is your vacation too!"

MG42 joined in, "yeah, you guys should be spending this together!"

He sighed, clearly agreeing with them. "I wanted to spend some time with him, but he's been like this the past couple years after he got dumped."

MG34 slammed her fist on the wooden bar counter hard enough to shake everything on top. "That's no excuse to ignore family." She tugged his shoulder, drunkenly trying motivate him. She was maybe four drinks deep, and working on her fifth. She poked him in the chest, trying not to hurt him but still trying to make her point. "And you shouldn't spend your vacation by yourself."

"I'm sure I'll find some girl to cry on while we're here."

"Nonsense, we're two girls you're already crying on!" MG42 pounded her fist on her chest, reaching for another drink. "And we need a chaperone so we don't break anything!"

He sighed again, laughing nervously. "Alright, but you guys are drunk and I don't want it to get weird."

"Too late for that." MG34 said as the first round of food arrived.

After they finished eating half the kitchen, the two girls happily dragged the boy back to their hotel room. As the stairs were too difficult for the staggering drunks, the trio took the elevator all the way up. After he helped them operate the door lock, the girls made him sit awkwardly while they showered and changed. They offered to let him use the shower as well, handing him one of the complimentary hotel bathrobes to wear. Once everyone was clean of salt water and sand, the group quickly found themselves watching a movie. The boy let them pick seeing as it everything was their idea. They decided upon an old television series about an even older war. The two girls quickly grew excited during the action scenes, pointing weapons and talking about dolls they know that use the same rifles. MG42 then offered to show off her gun. "I'm sorry, you snuck a gun across the border?" The boy was gobsmacked at the idea of such a feat.

"It's not too hard when you set off metal detectors regularly." MG42 said as she bounded over to her bag. While MG34 was disappointed her sister brought her machine gun with her, at least she was smart enough to at least keep it in a case. Although the fact that she brought live ammunition was mildly concerning to everyone that wasn't her. "You need to be ready at a moments notice. Want to hear the sound of a buzzsaw?"

"Yeah, we bring guns everywhere in America too," the boy said, "but not these kind of guns."

"Well how else are you supposed to provide suppressive fire." MG42 asked with drunken innocence.

MG34 gave her sister a shove. "We're not supposed to bring our guns with us on these vacations." She scolded her sister. "MP40 is going to have a baby when she finds out."

MG42 skulked back to watching the television, leaving her half assembled machine gun on her bed. MG34 sighed and joined her sister. The boy simply shook his head and did his best to ignore the live ammo nearby. A few more episodes into the show and both of the girls had finally passed on each other, sleeping off their drunkenness. Deciding to be friendly, he shut off the television and helped the girls to their beds. Dolls were a lot heavier than he thought, but he still managed to get them into their own beds based in whose bags where nearby. He made sure to lay them on their sides, a trick he learned from dealing with passed out drunk friends from high school. While he wasn't sure it would apply to dolls, it was still a curtesy.

After he got them in bed, he found a piece of paper, writing down a note thanking them for their time, and made sure to give them a phone number to keep in contact with him. He had fun spending his night with the two sisters, and was always available to talk if they needed to. Grabbing his things, he left to return to his own hotel room down the street. Maybe he would see them again, knowing that in this tumultuous world, dolls like them were much more of a constant than humans like him.