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Rated G

Prequel #1 called Winter Wonderland
PRequel #2 called Christmas Wonderland

Too Quiet.
(Another bit of fluff by Catalina Dudka - Copyright January 1997)

"It's quiet ... Too quiet," Ray thought pressing his back against the wall, straining to hear even the tiniest rustle from round the building. Weighing the loaded weapon in his hand, he took a deep breath and peered round the corner. There they were, and they had captured Fraser. Damn! How had that happened?! The damned Mountie was getting soft.

"Now, if I can make it to that picnic table, I'll have cover and a clear shot!"

Turning the corner carefully, Ray approached the enemy from behind. Slowly, he took each step as if walking in a mine field. The two women were engrossed in taking potshots at the captured Mountie's feet.

With a small grunt, the Detective lunged for the cover offered by the sturdy wooden table. Taking careful aim, he yelled. "Alright ya wenches, ya asked for it!!"

Pressing the trigger and taking full advantage of the weapon's pumping action, Ray's neon water cannon sprayed a strong stream of water that caught both Francesca and Margaret by surprise. The yelps his barrage elicited were more that satisfying, and the fact that he was soaking Fraser as well did not deter his onslaught one little bit. HA! Serves him right for getting caught!

As his water gun emptied, Ray let out a triumphant WHOOP!! and made his escape closely followed by a pair of thoroughly soaked Mounties and one bedraggled younger sister.

From the porch, Mrs. Vecchio and a very pregnant Angie looked at each other and shook their heads in bewilderment.

"Good thing they are adults," commented the younger Mrs. Vecchio.

"Yes, cara. God forbid they act like children."

The End

Cat (cdudka@direct.ca)