Vankous spluttered, his shield flickering from a moment from his break in concentration.
"WHAT??" he demanded.
"Now wait, I actually had a lesson on that back in my days at the agency, you mean that wasn't just a prank?" asked Sean.
"Duhh...its one of the newest combat techniques introduced into mainstream warfare, but yeah, with the rapidly increasing number of state of the art bathrooms in buildings, invasion warfare has had to adapt you know, you do have your slipper right?"
"Yeah," said Sean, "I do carry those around."
"I don't have slippers," said Vankous, still not looking convinced.
"You can just float," said Harry, "Sean having them is enough for this plan to work, now come on, figure out which one is the men's bathroom, we don't wanna be going into the wrong one."
"On it," said Vankous, floating up.
"I've got it, the one on the right is the men's bathroom, " yelled Vankous.
"Sean, we need a distraction so we can barricade ourselves inside that and set up some traps," said Harry.
"How strong does the wave need to be?" asked Sean.
"Enough to knock em off their feet, but not enough to break the foundations of this place," said Harry.
"Got it, and h....alright," said Sean as Harry created a bridge of ice linking them and the bathroom.
"Get ready to rumble folks," yelled Sean as he stamped his foot down on the ground, channeling his power into it. A seismic wave, probably one that wouldn't have much of a reading on any kind of scale wobbled through the castle, cracking tiles, sending vases and paintings flying, breaking windows and causing general mayhem.
The end result was everyone ending up on the floor besides the trio of agent. Sean and Harry jumped onto the ice bridge, sliding their way across and to the bathroom door that opened for them as they got closer. Vankous floated in after them, letting the door he'd held open with telekinesis slide closed.
"Sooo, what now?" asked Vankous.
"You're job is to hold that door close, because very soon..." There was a loud crashing sound on the door as if someone was trying to bash their way in with a mace. "That will happen."
Vankous nodded and turned towards the door, now out of his bubble but still floating a few feet of the ground. Purple energy engulfed the door as the Venian symbol for shield burned bright at the center of the door.
"OKay, slipperiness test," said Harry, lowering himself to the floor and studying the bathroom floor. As he did that, Sean took the opportunity to switch out his combat shoes for his slippers, well combat slippers he supposed although he'd never before worn them in actual combat.
"Alright, we're good, the plan should work. Sean, what you're supposed to do is, trip up a few select guests that will soon be in this bathroom and using the advantage of the floor to trip them up and slide them towards the five stalls here. There looked to be like four commanders or something, so we should have just the perfect number of stalls. I'll be looking through the door and alerting Vankous to let it open so that we can swallow those commanders one by one. That way...we should cause enough confusion among the ranks of the guards for them to give us enough peace to teleport out when its time.
"Sounds like a plan," said Sean, testing out the slippers. Surprisingly with them on, he seemed to have a crazy amount of grip on the floor. Feeling for the buttons places where his toes could reach them, Sean readied himself for the coming fight.
"Well it better not go wrong," said Vankous, "but I am ready."
"Excellent," said Harry.
"How are you gonna trap them in the stalls though?" asked Sean,
"Ever read Percy Jackson?" he asked.
"Yeah but how is that relevant?" asked Sean.
"I'm about to become the Lord of the Bathroom," said Harry, "okay that sounded way cooler in my head."
"YES," said Sean, "this might actually be fun."
"Oh it will be, okay Vankous, we have our first guy, swallow him with the door."
The energy field flickered momentarily and one of the commanders was flung through, his momentum taking him almost to one end of the bathroom. He did somehow manage to stay upright to his credit. The door slammed shut behind him.
"Hello Sir," said Sean, "if you insist on using the bathroom, please pay the fee of one punch to the face." As he said that, said punch to said face happened knocking the poor guard flat on his back. Sean's slippers engaged, boosting his foot across the floor to send the guard sailing towards the corner most stall where a flood of water rose out of the commode and snatched him up like some sort of ancient bathroom dwelling sea monster.
The next unfortunate soul was expelled into the bathroom a couple of minutes later. Sean didn't waste time with a one liner that time, letting his lippers do all the work as the man was immediately on the back and sliding towards the next stall where he was also promptly snatched up.
The third one turned out to be a female commander and three agents gasped.
"Madam, you cannot be in here, please have some decency," said Sean as he punched the hapless soul towards the next stall. The time the waterfall lifted the woman upto the ceiling and held her there.
The final commander was the most doomed however. He didn't even managed to keep his footing, the pressure from everyone pushing on the him from behind sending him flying across the floor. He was immediately snatched up as well.
"Oh the plan is working, the force on the door is decreasing," said Vankous, "I'm actually surprised."
"Told you it would work," said Harry, coming down from his hiding place above the stalls. Harry's communicator beeped as he and Sean exchanged a hi five.
"And perfect timing, Sean?" said Harry.
"Everyone grab onto an arm, " said Sean. As the two agents did just that, he concentrated, thinking about the flight deck of their timeship, the TS Tachyon. An instant later, he was no longer staring at the white tiles of the bathroom, but rather the smooth blue carpet of the Tachyon flight deck.
"Oh you guys made it," came the voice of one Jennifer Hardy, Harry's sister who promptly engulfed the Captain in a hug.
"Yup, that was a surprising success," said Harry, " you guys have the idol."
Larry aka Soundwave brandished a large ugly statue carved out of some sort of emerald rock.
"Perfect, everyone strap in then, we've gotta go return that idol. Its not exactly close by and the speed limits in this area are ridiculous."
"Welcome aboard, Captain Hardy," said the ship's AI, recognizing Harry's voice.
"Hey, Hydra, set course for the Knivadaria Galaxy would ya," he said, walking towards the captain's chair.
"Larry, get that thing in storage and put all the wards up," ordered Jennifer as she took here seat.
Sean made his way to his seat as the entire gang of 17 agents settled down and strapped themselves in, Larry also returning from him trip in ten seconds flat.
"Here we go team, buckle up," said Captain Hardy. The ships engines roared to full power with a delightful whirr and the time ship shot off into space.