Still in the act, Naomi stepped half-despised in Dean's arms. The man turned to his comrades and gave a hand signal that he had won the attention of the girl. And soon enough, he'll be having fun.
All four of Dean's colleagues gave a thumbs up. They quite applauded Dean's ability to seduce women, at least, that's what they thought. What they don't know is that their friend is in a trap controlled by the girl herself.
"Have fun, dude," a colleague called out to Dean.
Dean replied with a middle finger without looking back. The four friends laughed in response.
"Who are they?" Naomi asked pretending not to know.
"Don't mind them," Dean rubbed Naomi's shoulder, "they're my friends. We work for the Federation."
"Aah, so you're Federation people," Naomi smiled at Dean's face, but her smile was more of her pleasure because it seemed like it would be easier for her to find information about where the SoF will fly.
