If it hadn't been for the rest of the military's teasing, she wouldn't have gone at all. As was, Lisa Hawkeye had hardly ever even *liked* guns, let alone expected to have been invited to the 'First Annual International Gun-Bunny Convention'.

...Gun-Bunny. The very word was offensive.

Still, what was done was done and Hawkeye was quite aware of the twin pistols tucked in her back holsters as she slid open the door to the warehouse the convention was being held in.

Immediately, chaos assaulted her. There, a tall blond American was having a marksmanship contest with some grumpy-looking priest! Over at the other side of the room, two cute young women in lingerie were demonstrating to a crowd of impressed onlookers that they could juggle grenades, and juggle well! And on top of that were the dealers booths, scattered around the room - two in particular seemed to have some kind of violent battle going on. The proprietor of one, a tall older man with a deeply lined face, was firing smooth and advanced laser weapons at his enemy, a crazy looking old coot with metal things hanging off his face and a weapon that glowed green and crackled dangerously.

Hawkeye pondered, then slid the door shut again and turned to go back the way she'd come. Paperwork suddenly carried an appeal it had never had before.