Bathroom Stall Cut

"Yes, yes. Well, I am certain that it had nothing to do with your unwillingness to give her the attention she needs and deserves," Carlos continues. "That being said, you really ought to —"

"Heed the call of adventure!"

Agent Diego and Carlos snap to attention. The voice belongs to neither; it is a bright, forceful, masculine tenor.

Carlos scrunches up. "Who — pardon me? Who said — "

The door to the stall is cleaved from its hinges by a razor-sharp edge of steel, then tossed aside. The man responsible is lithe and crooked, with a curly beard and mustache peppered with salt. His eyes blaze with a furious inner vision. He is clad in crude makeshift armor assembled from pots, pans, and the near-surgical application of duct-tape. The tip of his sword points beneath Agent Diego's chin.