• Jahn stepped through the door of his shared apartment. He looked over at the table sitting in the main room. Funny he thought, I didn't think the mail would come yet.
    There was a small package sitting on the table. It was a black box, undecorated except for a little note attatched to it. Jahn reached for the package. The handwriting looked familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place who it belonged to. He plucked the note from the box and began to read.

    "Dear Jahn,
    It has been five years since. . ."

    He was interupted by the door opening behind him.
    "Jahn, what've you got there?" It was Amanda. She stood in front of the door, still in her police uniform.
    Jahn and Amanda had both joined the RDDF soon after their parents' deaths. Friar was Jahn's godfather, and he had taken the boy in immediately. Amanda, having no known family alive now, was also raised by Friar. The two had been enrolled in the RDDF training program by Friar within a year of the adoption.
    Jahn replied to Amanda's question, "It's just a note. I don't know who sent it." She was intrigued now. "What does it say?" She asked him. Jahn sighed and read,

    "Dear Jahn,
    It has been five years since the tragic accident that took your parents' lives. I know that it is a sore subject for both you and Amanda, but you both must know something. I knew your parents from the moment of their birth, even yours, Amanda. The four of them were friends from childhood. It's only fate that the two of you should become the kind of friends you are to each other. . ."

    Jahn paused. he didn't have any clue where this was going, or how the package was involved. Amanda coughed, bringing Jahn back into the real world.

    ". . . that the two of you should become the kind of friends you are to each other. It is time for you two to know something. Your parents gave me something to give to each of you. In the enclosed package, there are two rings, one for each of you. These rings have been handed down through your parents to me, in order to give to you. Know that the two of you are special, and that these rings may save your lives and the lives of others someday. . ."

    There was no name on the note. Jahn was befuddled, and Amanda was not much better off.
    "Save our lives?" Jahn muttered as he opened the box. Inside glinted two golden rings, each with a label next to it. One label read Jahn, the other read Amanda.