"Goddammit, Gomez, can't family get in the door before you start fencing with them?" Eliot growled, grabbing the rapier in the umbrella stand and parrying the opening thrust.

"Pugsley," a voice floated from one of the staircases, "your basic idea is sound, but you have to build in a little latency for the wireless signals to arrive at their destinations, or you're going to spring the catapult early and you won't get to see them flail past the windows before they splash down in the moat."

Parker and Hardison exchanged grins before heading toward the source of such a delightful prospect.