SNOWATERS AT THE 'KON

by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Snowaters growled angerly as her hotel room door slammed shut behind her. Her water soaked five foot frame shivered in the air conditioned room. "Damn" she half cursed to no one and everyone. "This conventions been so much fun, no major glitches. Almost everything has been a dream, now this." She stripped off her water soaked clothes, tossing them in the rooms tiny little bathtub. "Stupid adults and their stupid toys" she muttered, grabbing a heavy towel to rub her fur dry. Several hits by high pressure waterguns had soaked through her clothing and both layers of fur, leaving her chilled. Soon finished she dug clean dry clothing from a drawer, dressing quickly. "They leave home and their mentality drops below the level of a cheap gorilla. I've got to teach them a lesson" she decided.

Minutes later she stepped out of her room again, looking around. There was no sign of the water warriors, so she took a moment to confirm her suspicion of the hotels layout. Eventually walking over to the elevators she pressed the up button, then settled down to read a short novel... something called War and Peace. Hours later an elevator arrived, coming to a groaning stop just as she finished the last page. Grinning to herself, she dropped the book onto the ever present ashtray and entered. Luck was still with her, one of the hulking, low browed, armor clad convention security troops was on the elevator. The multiple antennae of his radio gear stretched out like fishing lines, the volume set at an ear shattering full. Carefully she edged nearer.

"Security Control to 377, Security Control to 377" crackled the radio. Slowly the Security Troop raised the battered radio, pressing the send button as he fought to form words with his reptilian mouth. "Uh.. um.. yeah, Wadda want?" Snowaters winced as the heavy plastic case creaked under the pressure.

"Right, look. We have reports of those water guns on 9, 12, and 17. Looks like they infested the stairwells as well. 215 and 43 are taking the lower two floors, we’re sending the Darkriders up the stairwells. You check 17 ok?" She watched the troop try to scratch his head through the heavy, titanium reinforced helmet. Flecks of metal rained down on the passengers heads. "Duh.. ok, check 17. Flush water guns. Gotcha." Snowaters smiled, she already knew the water warriors skipped two floors between battles. They would probably be on 20 by the time this Egyptologist realized 17 was a dodge.

At 17 the Security Troop stepped off the elevator, cables moaning in relief as his weight departed. Now alone the small woman quietly pressed 20, stepping to the side wall. When the elevator stopped several streams of water flashed through the opening doors. "Nuts, false alarm" someone said. She listened as they moved away, then slipped out the closing doors and around an opposite corner. It was a matter of seconds to locate what she needed, open the glass door and set up her trap. Constant screams and threats kept her informed as to the groups actions, and the arrival of each elevator. Carefully she slipped around the corner. Before her were three people dressed is dark semi-military gear, their backs to her.

"Hello" she drawled as seductively as she could. All three figures jumped up as if hit by lightning, they spun around weapons at the ready. Snowaters smiled, two males and a female, all decked out like some cheap action movie extra. She watched as understanding slowly dawned in their faces, their eyes locking on the heavy brass nozzle in her hands, the long white pressurized hose snaking behind her. Weapons clattered to the carpeted floor as three pairs of hands slowly raised towards the ceiling.

She shook her head, amused by their dawning understanding. All three dove for non-existent cover as she reached for the heavy brass handle. "Its my turn" she laughed, pulling open the fire hose valve.