Drabbles for Lit Mag

Prompt: Wildfire, coffee, the name "Eileen"
Title: "Truck on Fire"

The engine grumbled to a standstill and Elisha opened her eyes. The green, Forest Service fire truck was parked outside an all night cafe somewhere. Elisha didn't know specifically where. Somewhere near a wildfire, presumably.
Joel, from the seat opposite Elisha, shoved the door open and jumped to the ground. He carried two enormous Thermoses.
"Shut the door Joel, you're letting the warm air out!" Eileen called from the driver's seat.
"Will do." He let the door closed and hurried up to the cafe. Elisha watched through the windows as he walked up to register and a waitress bought out two pots of coffee which she poured into the Thermoses. Joel pulled the handful of small change he had gathered that morning and tipped it onto the counter. The waitress looked mildly amused as he tried to count it all out to her.
After a few more moments, Joel finished and jogged back out to the truck. He buckled back into his seat and uncapped the Thermos.
"Alright, who needs it first?"
Eileen restarted the engine began to shift through the gears. "Driver gets dibs."
Ryan leaned towards the radio and flicked it on. Taylor Swift resounded through the truck.

Eileen flicked it off. "It's too early Ry."
On. "It's officially 6:00." He grinned. "Besides there's only another half-hour 'til we get there."
Elisha accepted a cup of coffee and glanced at the dark road. "Where are we going anyways?"
Ryan shrugged. "Where the trees are on fire. I dunno."
Off. "It's called Chaple Vale. Lee said someone from the fire tower called it in."
On. "So I was right. Where the trees are on fire."
Eileen sighed and switched the radio station. Blaring rock boomed through the speakers. "If we have to listen, it's my choice. We can listen to Swift on the way back."
"Yeah, providing the truck doesn't catch fire again."

Prompt: Steampunk, emeralds, police
Title: "Green Fire"

The woman leaned back into her dark corner of the room. She was almost fashionable, wearing a dark jacket and trousers, with her coppery hair coiled back. She wore tall, heavy boots that were more what you'd expect to see on a Grundholt engineer. Her name was Enna Lynch and she didn't care about fashion or engineering. Enna was waiting for a few people, some she knew, some she didn't. They were her new crew for her airship.
She sat up as an athletic, dark-skinned man walked in. He was one of the new crew, Enna knew it. For one thing, he didn't look comfortable amid the hulking sky-sailors that crowded the room. For another, he had one of Enna's advertising fliers in his hand. She stood with a sigh and waved him over.
"Enna Lynch, captain of the Atlantis Star?"
"That's me." Enna didn't wait for him to say anything else. "I'm looking for people willing to sky-sail to Pikom. I have a valuable cargo and I don't particularly trust any of this lot to do the job. . . properly." She waved a hand at the other sky-hands.
In other words, I need someone stupid enough not to mutiny.
"What's the cargo?" The man didn't look greedy, just suspicious.
Enna reached into her boot and pulled out an emerald, gleaming with green fire. She set it carefully on the table where only the new man could see it.
His eyes widened and he looked up. "A whole shipload of these? All the way to Pikom? That's expensive. Who-"
"It doesn't matter who or how much. It just matters if you can keep your mouth shut and do the job. If you want to, be at the J dock on Delaney Street at six- in the morning- tomorrow." Enna slid the emerald back into her boot while carefully watching the man.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied "Lee Shadow, I'll see you in the morning." He pushed back his chair and stuck out his hand. Enna reached out to shake and froze.
"Don't turn around. There's a couple of coppers coming in. On three, turn and go out that door." She pointed. "One. . . Two. . ."
Then suddenly, there was a loud bang and a stampede for the doors.