“Ray-Ray, I have a wonderful idea!”

“Sleipnir. It’s three in the morning. In about two hours, we’ll be sortieing to attack a German Bomber Factory being built in Belgium hills. Please get some sleep. Or you'll fall asleep at the tail gun again.”

“Which is exactly why I need to talk to you about! So wake up and listen to me!”

The Central Powers were planning a major offensive against the Allied Forces. In a few weeks time, they will push their armored divisions and dig out their trenches to push their control of area further and futher into Allied territory. The battlefronts of France, Italy, and Belgium were at an all time high. Hence why the British and Canadians of the Royal Naval Air Service (now called Royal Air Force) devised a plan to strike at the Central Power’s critical production factories, faster than their major deployment.

This was in hopes to stall, or even stop the advances all together. At the very least, the Imperial Germans would not be able to hit British, Australia, and American Forces too quickly when their defenses are at its weakest. Hence, why a selected handful of members from the No. 8, No. 9, and No. 10 Naval Squadron wil be sent on a stealth strike mission to bomb the Central Power’s major production and supply train lines.

One of those pilots was a certain Ace among Aces, someone who was closed ranked to the British Billy Bishop and danced with the German Red Baron. His name was Raymond collishaw. Right now, at 0230 in the morning, he was trying to get some sleep to prepare for the strike mission. Somehow, his partner wasn’t at all sleepy.

“I think it would be a great idea if we saved up on our fuel and ammunitions, when we could slip into the enemy stronghols on foot. We can be economoically friendly by blowing up their factories with their own gunpowder and cr*p!”

“It’s already been done. Spies dispatched by the British and American Intelligence groups attempted to get close, but their covers were blown by the Imperial German counterintelligence and had to pull out. The idea of sending some foot soldiers to sabotage these factories would be suicide.”

“Ah. Here’s the thing, Ray-Ray. The only reason why they’ve been unsuccessful, is the fact they don’t have an invisibility spell, or even be able to change their shape at will. Fu-fu-fu. Why, I can turn into a cute little kitty and the enemy won’t give a f**k. Who knows, I might get adopted along the way. Ho-ho-ho.”

"I heard German Shephards are having their mating seasons early. And due to the war, their frustrations have increased. I vouch against it."

"Oh good lord, they'll tear my body up in more ways than one! Th-there will be nothing left! I seriously do not want to bear their children!"

“Exactly. You say it's a great idea, I believe you - but honestly, I prefer to take my chances up in the air than being trapped behind enemy lines on the ground. Good night.”

“A-at least listen to my plan in full detail! I’ve been thinking about it since breakfast! It's even more than 10 pages!"

The partner of the Canadian Pilot wasn’t exactly a soldier. Neither was she a civilian who enlisted herself for the war effort. Believe it or not, she was a member of the Canadian Witch Corp. It was because magic exist in secret, and the enemies in this war were using the same form of sorcery to gain advantage of the Allies in every front. Magic intelligence also noted that main reason why the Imperial Germans were who gung-ho about their up coming advances, was the fact their magicians were preparing to summon several creatures of mass destruction to spear head the invasion. The major codewords such as DRAGON, HYDRA, and GRIFFON were used in exchange of information.

Furthermore, the Canadian Pilot and the Witch were being deployed in this united stealth offensive, due to the fact some targets they were given involved magic, or locations that supply the enemy magicians of their arcanic tools and ingredients. In other words, this was a mixed assault on both magical and scientific fronts.

“Honestly, Ray-Ray. Think about it. If we attack now, the air base will lack fighters and the fuel and ammunition we’ve been saving would be wasted by half. If I’m right, I think the Krauts are saying they plan on using a Dragon Familiar to attack Orleans and Paris, when really they’re spreading misinformation to detour both our regular and anti-magic forces. It has to be the case!”

“Even if you are right, Sleipnir, you lack evidence to prove it could either be true. If we realy rush into a dangerous situation without thinking, we’ll be just a stain on the floor like everyone else.”

“….I-I’m not afraid.”

“Who knows. Maybe the enemy magicians might capture you and examine your powers.”

“My god, they’ll rape me for sure! Without the German Shephards! O-on second thought, it was a bad idea. Forget I said anything.”

“Or, you could be correct and they’re feeding us false information. They could be trying to lure us out into a trap, or wanting to lower the attack units out of other bases.”

“MAKE UP YOUR MIND! AS SMART AS I AM, RAY-RAY, YOUR LOGIC IS CONFUSING ME!”

The Canadian Witch curled up in her bedding, that was the top half of a bunk bed. The two were not in a public barracks that were normally shared by most soldiers in any bases. Since the Canadian Pilot was a commanding officer of the No. 10 Naval Squdraon (callsign Black Flight), he had his own room. But since he was assigned to have the Witch as his partner in fighting against enemy magicians, Human Resources offered his room a bunk bed. It was made out of metal, and the mattress were thin. The Pilot guessed the budget for comfort was slashed significantly in exchange for extra mortar productions.

“…I’m sorry, Ray-Ray for running my mouth.”

“You can’t sleep because you hate flying, right? Nervous?”

“Th-that’s one of the few reasons why I’m tossing in my bed. I'm sorry.”

“I can’t get you another pillow for your back.”

“N-no, no! I-it’s not that… but, having one for my butt would be nice.”

“Good night.”

“I-I’m j-just worried about you (>///<!”

“…………”

“This mission is super dangerous. Even if all the Kraut fighter planes are readying for their big attack, there’s still those guns that could shoot us down from the ground right? What was it called, Flake? Flatstone? Fl-f**kgun? No, it’s Flak, Yes! Flak guns!”

“………….”

“I-if there’s no magician as part of the immidate resistance forces, I-I'm not authorized to use my magic. Y-you’ll get no shield spell or anti-bullet magnet field. I-I can’t do anything. I’ll be just dead weight to your plane.”

“………….”

“I…I……..I don’t want to lose you, Ray-Ray….I…..I…..I love you. If you don't mind me being selfish...I want to spend this precious night with you and have your chi—[email protected] it Ray-Ray!!"

When the Canadian Witch had confessed her true feelings to the Canadian Pilot, she would find his bunk empty underneath. She didn’t know when, or how she didn’t notice earlier, but his bed was made. As if he was ready to wake up for the day, have a shower, and set off to work.

“At least tell me you’re going to have a bathroom break while I was running my mouth!....... Sob.”