Will and Riley walked down the street heading for the bus that they had seen in the distance. As the were turning a corner, they heard a rough voice call, "Hey you two."
Turning around the two boys in cop uniforms saw another cop, but this one was a little different. Most of the cops looked to be in their early to mid thirties, making them all appear a little then any of the boys after being soaked, but this cop looked even older. Probably in his mid to late forties, the man was short, around five and a half feet, but what the man lacked in height, he more than made muscle mass. With wide shoulders, thick legs and arms and pec shelf that jutted out a few inches at least, this man was the definition of a fireplug. Riley wondered if he was even able to wash himself properly with all the muscle in the way.
"Can I help you sir?" Will asked giving the man a quick salute which Riley copied moments latter.
Returning the gesture, "Yeah. I've got two conscripts needing a soaking and to be taken to the buses. Follow me." With that the older man turned around, not even looking back to see if Will and Riley were following.
Not knowing what else to do, the two recently transformed me followed the short cop into a building that looked to house office space. Tied up in two of the chairs were boys in speedos of different shades of green.
"Well, get to it." The older man said with an exasperated tone, handing both water guns.
Each taking a water gun, Will and Riley went to stand before the two restrained boys. Both looked to have been weeping and upon see the two men dressed in cop uniforms holding water guns, they both began begging to be let go.
"Please don't do this mister. Please!" One of the boys said while the other cried, "I just want to go home!"
When the older cop saw the two hesitate, "What's wrong with you two. Soak them."
"But sir. Isn't wrong for us to be stealing these boys youth?" Will asked, concern filling his deep voice.
"This must be your first time." The older cop said. "What were your names again?"
Will surreptitiously glance at the name tags on Riley and his own chest. "Will Connors and Riley Jones." Since the name tags only had the last names on them, Will figured that using their real first names would not be a problem.
"Well don't worry about it Connors. Just block out their cries and do the job. It gets easier during your second conscription."
Realizing that they would have to soak the two tied up boys or their cover would be blown, Will took aim. Will then said a silent apology and hosed one of the boys down. Riley looked at Will in horror, but when the older cop bark at him, Riley followed Will's example and soaked the other boy.