"Oflir is a unique planet, known for its natural deposits of liquid plasma and other geographic wonders, such as rare minerals with infinite applications. The Federation was correct: the Oflian Supreme Council is hiding the fact that Planet FL-220 is home to volatile substances that could be used as bio or chemical weapons. The Oflians are fiercely intelligent, but they have not found me or Agent Grubar. We have reason to believe they are selling these minerals to criminal organizations, but they keep the plasma to themselves..."
The grizzled man that had been speaking to the computer console pressed the pause button, then saved. He ran a hand through his coarse black hair and sighed. It was hard work, gathering intelligence for the Galactic Federation. He swiveled around in the chair, facing the rest of the room. The communication chamber was tiny and sound-proof. The silence would be deafening if not for the soft hum of the COM unit. Deciding he'd had enough work-related matters for today, the tan-skinned man left the minuscule room and flipped a switch to turn the light off. In the hall beside the door was a small touch screen, and as he toyed with it, a metal door slid into the floor and locked itself.
The Federation ship was huge and accommodating, and made to look like a civilian ship from the outside, should the Oflians ever find them. There were two other doors just like the one he closed, one was he and his fellow agent's sleeping quarters, and the other was a spare room that their child used. The Federation had initially denied this liability, but ultimately, the Grubars strong-armed the Feds into letting them bring Siveen.
His partner emerged from Siveen's bedroom and walked down the dimly lit hall. "Lance, did you finish the report?"
Having at least a foot on them height-wise, Lance looked down to meet their gaze as they drew close enough to embrace. "Not quite. I don't know what else to add right now. My brain is mush," he held them in a tight hug. "I've had enough. I just want to go to bed, Tula."
Tula smiled softly and took his hand to lead him to the bedroom. "C'mon. It's been a hard day."
Lance nodded and let them lead him.
The couple disappeared into their quarters, shedding their dirty reconnaissance clothes. Lance hit the pillow and passed out immediately, leaving Tula to cover him. They kissed his hair softly, then went to their own bunk and fell asleep just as instantly.