Flying October
"They won't find us in here, baby."
"... We're in a tree house."
"Yea, so? Come here, let me kiss you."
"Aw, c'mon. Whose treehouse is this anyway?"
He attempted to sooth her by kissing along her neck messily. She merely groaned at the tickling sensation.
She pushed him from trying to remove her silk button up. "How do you know that they can't see us here?"
"Well, you know what they say... What business does the government have in watching kids?"
"Ooh... That's my sweet spot, Eli!" A giggle turned into muffled kissing and the two of them landed on the hard wooden floor of the treehouse.
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From the mobilized unit halfway across town, the two female FBI agents were viewing the live feed of a couple necking. While one of the women giggled under her breath, the other swatted the feed until it paused.
"I thought that you said there would be evidence of this kid who has been developing a potential WMD?"
"Yea, yea. I mean, that's what the analysis was speculating. It's all so automated these days. The system picks up signs of fluids, tubes, and a damned ignition sequence, and it's call for investigation."
"Right. Well are we headed there, or are we supposed to assume that it was a false alarm, considering the state of these two?"
"Eh. You're right. It's just a tree house anyway, no use in wasting money on it. Let's call it false."
"I'm gonna... double check these two. Could be spies..."
"Pervert..."
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"Son. Have you taped together the outside of the tube?"
"Yes, dad."
"When you're done with that, insert the string, and place it outside."
"Okay. Why can't you help me, though?" The young boy whined, wishing to spend actual time with his father."
"You know why, son. Now take the lighter, and ignite."
"Okay, hold on." The son set the phone down on the ground, it nearly got lost in the brown leaves. "Okay, I'm done, dad. Can you look out the window?"
"Sure, I'm doing it now." The father rolled his electric cart to the window, his respirator straining to catch up.
From the window, he could see his son waving from the side of the model rocket, smiling and pointing to what he had created. The fuse fizzled, popped, and the boy looked dejected. He was about to lean forward when the model rocket burst to life and sped into the sky, beyond anyone's ability to see.
The two celebrated, the boy by jumping and doing cartwheels. And the man, by pumping his fist in the air, hooting and hollering.
Since he had brought his son into the world, he wanted to share with him the love of model rockets that he and his father before him had experienced.
From above, and out of sight due to the tree limbs, were two heads of disheveled hair peeping from a window in the treehouse. The couple from the night before admired the burst of life, and the tiny rocket flying into the air. With a hung-over kiss on each others lips, they embraced in the light of the sunrise and went back to sleep in a hungover haze.
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"A terrorist drone was found flying over the city of Coalwood, West Virginia. The location of the treehouse was discovered within four minutes of the rocket's launch, and the occupants of the vicinity were doused with Napalm. No civilian casualties. More on this story, tonight at ten."
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