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Business honestly could not recall the last time the Cops had taken a day off, let alone a vacation.
Checking their employment records from the time they had started revealed the answer to that to be never. Business winced; he couldn’t really blame them, for the majority of that. Before he had started his reformation, he likely would have done something unpleasant to them just for thinking of asking. But why hadn’t they done so in the year since?
(Come to think of it, he wondered why they hadn’t just quit and moved on… then decided he didn’t want to know. He wasn’t about to give them ideas by asking.)
He hummed to himself and leaned back in his chair as he thought. Would they accept if he gave them a week off? He thought of recruiting Emmet to find out, then almost immediately nixed the idea. Emmet meant well, but he was miserable at keeping secrets.
Maybe Benny? They certainly seemed to hang around him a lot lately. He sent the astronaut a text, then got back to work as he waited for a response. Benny texted back a couple hours later.
>Depends on what kind of favor it is
Business grinned to himself and typed up a reply.
<Nothing bad. I just need you to find out how amenable the Cops would be to taking a vacation.
>Why not ask them yourself?
<I want it to be a surprise.
>Ok sure
>I’ll let you know when I find out
<Thanks Benny.
All that was left was to wait.
Turned out the answer wasn’t favorable. Good Cop had been hesitant to give a positive response, and Bad Cop had straight up said ‘no’. Something about ‘too much to do’. Business couldn’t fathom why they wouldn’t like the idea.
(And there wasn’t that much that needed doing, whatever Bad Cop might say.)
So he did what he did best- he plotted, and schemed, and told them in no uncertain terms that they would be going on a work retreat.
“A… work retreat.” Bad Cop said it like the words left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. His face certainly looked like he’d just bitten into a lemon and got a mouthful of seeds.
“Yeah!” Business enthused. “You know, take some downtime, relax, see some sights, get to know each other on neutral ground, that sort of thing.”
“I… see.” Bad Cop fought down an exasperated sigh. “Very well, Sir. When are we leaving?”
Business rolled his eyes. “Geez, Bad Cop, don’t sound so enthusiastic. We’ll leave Sunday morning, head to the islands and spend a week in a tropical paradise. Doesn’t that sound like fun??”
“If you say so, Sir.”
“Ugh. You better be less of a wet blanket when we actually get there.”