There was no way any person that didn't have night vision goggles on could see the tripwire that Connie triggered as she walked gingerly down the tunnel. She heard the odd but loud 'twang' sound and froze but then shrieked as loudly as girls half her age did as a cold jet of liquid sprayed onto her jeans and backside.<br/><br/>Connie couldn't believe what had just happened and didn't notice the smell at first as she reached a hand behind her and felt that her jeans were soaked.<br/><br/>"What the hell?" Connie said in disgust. "If these jeans or boots are ruined, I hope you have insurance." Her delight for the funhouse had turned to distaste as she now smelled the odd odor in the air, wondering if it came out with the liquid or if it was the liquid itself.<br/><br/>She continued to swear under her breath as she crept along the tunnel, trying to be careful now of any more tripwires, walking only inches at a time.