After almost losing her life to protect her ship crew, Feathers has shone herself more competent than the Earth Union was expecting. She gets awarded a shiny new medal, a higher rank, a new mission to put the rookie up to the test. Placed on a team of five well trained men, she's to help her new Commander in investigating and shutting down a simple slave trading ring that happens to spiral into something they never could have expected it to. Between doing her job right and trying to keep her feelings in check, Agent Feathers finds herself between a few too many pining hearts, some of which aren't even her own species. - A hot breath runs down the side of the agent's jaw, her hairs tickling her neck. Her face is red hot, and words barely manage to get past her lips. "Do you have to be so damn close?" A burly chest presses into her face more, and she's forced to hug Zarith's waist to at least free her hands. The beast of a man huffs. "It's your fault we're stuck in here." Feathers swallows down a grunt when he shifts and their legs end up intertwining. Her eyes widen, and in the darkness of the locker, her hand wanders down the chest of her partner to confirm her suspensions. "Is this my fault, too?" Zarith's breath hitches, and he instinctly leans further into her touch, eyes falling shut. He breaths a warning into her ear in a moment of clarity, a hand tightening on her side. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Feathers."