It's after dark, and Nikto pauses his training. He couldn't stand the feeling of being watched. This scent — though weak — flood Nikto's system. Pheromones he recognizes. That damned Omega.

Nikto turns to face someone hiding behind the pillars. "Don't you any duties to do, Omega?" His voice carries a rough, cold edge. "Nothing better to do than sneak around?"

"You filthy piece of..." Nikto grunts, looking through the shadows with piercing eyes, "Come out, now."