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Watch Where You’re Flying

Hey @sai-shou! Happy birthday! I wanted to write something for you, except it’s not really that good because I had trouble pushing myself to write it. Or anything at all, really... but I wanted to make something for you. You’re amazing, you really are. All these birthday wishes, so full of love, and all this admiration... you earned it, and you earned it because you were you.

I wanted to do something for you as well, to celebrate your birthday and show you how much you truly matter to all of us. You’re so much better than you say you are and you’re growing so fast. You never stop amazing all of us. Keep doing the best you can. We believe in you. We all do.

We love you, and miss you, so very much. Have a happy birthday.

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A little birdie has just told me that a policewoman is looking for sirens. Why don’t you hurry on over and give him a hand?

So went the call that Amelia Eamon received from Kevin Runan, her... “employer” at Goldcrown. And, as of a few weeks ago, her sister’s—Faith Eamon—as well. They both knew as well as each other that they were in no position to say no. What else was left to do but to go check it out?

Keeping their siren masks in their jackets, the Eamon sisters departed to where Kevin told them to go. This would be fine. They could endure. All they had to do was keep it up.

They found the policewoman on the side of the road, her car parked while she paced back and forth with her hands clutching her hair. This must’ve been urgent. Amelia and Faith approached the officer. “Uh, hey, are you alright?” asked Amelia.

“Ah, hey.” The policewoman ran her hand down her face and sighed. “No, not really. Why?”

Amelia and Faith glanced at each other. In silent agreement, they pulled out their masks. It was obvious they were siren masks. Anyone in law enforcement would know that. Each one was custom made for its wearer, from its shape to its colour. “We, uh, heard you needed sirens,” said Amelia.

The officer stared at the masks for a tense, awkward moment. Amelia and Faith knew this was a risk, yet they had to take it.

“Um,” said the officer, “I don’t know where you heard that but… I meant police sirens. Like, for my car.” She pointed a thumb at the top of her car. “Mine are busted.”

Amelia and Faith looked at the apparently broken sirens. Indeed, they were also called ‘sirens’. The thought suddenly occurred that they could’ve been called by a sailor who would then have to clarify that they meant the seaborne sort of ‘siren’. That thought occurred to them in a futile bid to distract them from their massive embarrassment.

“Oh,” said Amelia. “Well, my mistake. I am so sorry. I got the entirely wrong idea.”

“It’s all good. Gave me a bit of humour in this, uh… circumstance.” The officer grunted. “Long story short, I’ve places I need to be. Crime places. And I need to be there urgently. Problem is, regulations forbid officers from engaging in a criminal pursuit with a vehicle without using sirens. As mine are busted, I’m going to cop an earful from my bosses for something that isn’t my fault.”

“I know that feeling...” Amelia muttered under her breath.

“So yeah. Not going anywhere.”

“Don’t you have spare sirens or something like that?” asked Faith.

“No, we don’t prepare for stuff like this. I’m supposed to wait until mechanics come by to patch up the sirens and then I’m good to go. Problem is, I have no idea when they’re supposed to show up, or even if they know this is urgent. I’m screwed.”

Faith looked at Amelia.

Amelia looked back.

Faith grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

Amelia’s eyes widened in fear.

Faith widened her grin and wiggled her eyebrows faster.

Amelia shook her head softly from side to side.

Faith turned back to the policewoman. “What about us?”

Amelia bit her lip.

The officer looked at Faith. “What about you?”

“You need sirens, right?” asked Faith.

Amelia began hissing under her breath.

“Uh, yeah,” said the officer.

“Well, we right here are sirens,” said Faith proudly.

Amelia clenched her teeth.

“… You certainly are,” said the officer.

Faith crossed her arms. “So how about you use us as sirens for your car?”

Amelia let out a sound that part growl, part cry, part whimper, and part sigh. I will leave to the reader the task of figuring out the exact proportions of each.

The officer blinked several times. “I don’t follow.”

Faith clapped her hands together. “Tie us to the roof of your car and we’ll replace your sirens.”

Amelia dragged her hands down her face. Some unholy sound came from her, muffled by her palms as they descended.

The officer blinked.

Faith smiled.

Amelia kept making that strange, horrible sound.

Finally, the officer spoke. “What?”

Faith kept smiling.

The officer blinked. “No. What?”

Faith raised an eyebrow.

The officer’s jaw fell open. “What? No. No! What? No!” She walked over to her car and slammed her hands on the roof, shaking her head in silence.

She pushed herself away from the car and turned back to the Eamon sisters. “No! What? No! Absolutely not! Out of the question! How do you even think of something like that?”

“Boredom and synonyms make for good wordplay,” said Faith. “Also, our masks glow.”

“Well good for you! I’m not strapping two girls to my car which is probably going to go at ludicrously high speeds to only get semantically get around a regulation! I could get you killed!”

Faith put up her hands flat. “Fine. Enjoy waiting for those mechanics while criminals crime.”

The policewoman grunted and paced around more forcefully. After several seconds of this, she looked back at the sisters. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

“I hope you’re not seriously contemplating this,” asked Amelia.

The officer’s face relaxed in resignation. “I am, in fact, seriously contemplating this.”

Amelia gulped. “Well I hope you’re not seriously going to take her up on her idea.”

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She did, in fact, seriously take her up on her idea.

“Faith!” screamed Amelia over the traffic.

“What?” called back Faith.

“I’m going to kill you!”

“What?”

Amelia, sadly, could not kill her sister at that point in time because they were tied to the roof of the policewoman’s car, wearing their glowing siren masks while the policewoman drove along the busy highway, harshly growling curses that the Eamon sisters could barely hear.

“Wee woo wee woo wee woo!” Faith sounded, grinning like an idiot.

“Are you kidding me…?” muttered Amelia.

Faith looked at her sister and giggled. Amelia had to admit, this was so silly and stupid that it went back around to being fun. They hadn’t done something this childish in… years. And, what with Kevin breathing down their necks, there was something both relieving and empowering in this.

Amelia gave up. “Wee woo.”

“There we go!” cheered Faith.

Thinking back on their childhood, the sisters remembered a song they were taught in school.

“The owl flaps its wings as it flies through the night

Woo wee woo wee woo wee woo

The firetruck drives so fast towards fires to fight

Wee woo wee woo wee woo wee

The tree...”

That was was far as the sisters could get before they broke down in laughter. If they weren’t tightly secured to the roof of the car, they would’ve fallen off.

Not that the policewoman’s driving was helping. She was getting more and more erratic; the car was swerving all over the road.

Since this had gotten to the point where it could be a legitimate hazard, Amelia cut the rope with a knife she kept concealed and crawled over the side of the car. “Hey, are you drunk or...”

Amelia’s voice died in her throat, which was a far better fate than the policewoman was going through right now. She was slumped against the wheel, completely lifeless. It was like… her soul was sucked out of her.

Amelia sat up. Sirens drained life from others. Anyone with a siren mask could do it. Yet Amelia and Faith were the only sirens nearby. But how? Sirens could only drain one’s lifeforce through singing, and they weren’t…

… Except for that nursery rhyme.

Amelia turned back to Faith. “I think we sucked her soul out!”

“What?!” called Faith.

“I said—”

“I heard you the first time! I was in disbelief!”

In the next half-second, it sunk in that they were sitting atop an out of control police car with a woman they might as well have killed (until they give her back her life force) in the driver’s seat on a busy highway with lots of traffic.

The sisters screamed as Amelia handed Faith her knife to cut herself free and Amelia—

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“Stop,” said Kevin Runan, holding out his hand flat to Faith. “Just… stop. Please. No more.”

Amelia and Faith were sitting in Kevin’s office. After that… ‘hectic’ afternoon, the sisters were summoned to explain themselves and everything else that transpired from when he sent them the message.

Roughly ten minutes in, Kevin had had enough. He massaged his temples. “Okay. This is my responsibility. I caused this by dispatching two very desperate sirens to work that I misinterpreted and forwarded along.”

Kevin took a breath. He then slammed his hands on his desk. “But why would you go along with something so stupid?! Why would you wear your masks?! Why would you sing?!”

“It was her idea,” said Amelia, pointing to her sister.

“Snitch,” grunted Faith.

“I don’t care whose fault it was!” yelled Kevin. “The moment you realised that they didn’t mean the ‘you’ kind of siren, you should have left! If I had known this would’ve happened, I would’ve tied you up in your own home and turned on the TV so you wouldn’t have gone!”

“You could’ve also not sent the message at all,” said Faith. “We would’ve stayed home then.”

“Shut up! I had to pull way too many favours just to get you both out of trouble! Do you have any idea how badly this could’ve harmed Goldcrown?! I had to bribe witnesses! Police! Prosecutors! Highway patrols! There were a lot of those, I guarantee you!”

Kevin slumped onto his desk. “So much money. I can’t believe it. We’re all fools...”

The office was quiet, for the Eamon sisters knew better than to disturb Kevin when he was in one of his despondent moods.

He lifted his head up to glare at the girls. “And you still sung that Wee Woo song afterwards?”

“Do not get me started on that stupid song!” snapped Amelia.