3rd P.O.V.

At Night...

The scene opens up to a large building as we see Archer, Lana, and Y/n infiltrating the building in the dead of night. Y/n is keeping watch on the rooftop while Lana and Archer sneak through the skylight as we see inside being tightly secured with many security lasers.

Archer and Lana slowly descend making sure to avoid touching the laser in order not set off the alarms. Once reaching the ground, they made a loud thud which made Archer "Shh!" at Lana.

Archer: Shh!

And in return she responded by flipping him off as they continued the mission. Lying on their stomachs, they pull out a pair of grappling guns as Lana aims it at other side of the room, which made another loud thud.

Archer: Shh!

Lana just responded by flipping him off again.

Archer just glares at her before aiming his gun just as he's about to fire. His phone start ringing causing to misfire and break a window.

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Y/n yells at Archer from the rooftop as Archer quickly answers it.

Y/n: *whisper* Archer, what the hell?! Why is your phone on?

Archer: I-

Lana: Ugh. Why the hell is your phone on?

Archer: Is because I have a social life. Hello?

On the other end of the call, it turns out to be Malory herself.

Malory *phone*: Why the hell is your phone on?

Archer: Because I have a... Why did you call?

Malory *phone*: Because this is important.

Lana: Micromanagitis.

While the two continue their missions Malory starts explaining why this mission is important.

Malory *phone*: If we show San Marino the flaws in their palace security... they've agreed to hire us as security consultants. And I'm sure I don't need to remind you... that we haven't gotten one of these jobs since your Uffizi fiasco.

She said, showing a brief flashback of the last mission they had and how terrible it went wrong with the whole building catching on fire.

Archer: And yet, you always do.

Malory *phone*: Because you learned nothing from it. I swear sometimes I ask myself, why I didn't send Y/n on that mission instead of you.

Archer: Ouch? Besides I learned that flammable and inflammable mean the same thing.

Y/n: *whisper* Excuse me, what?

Lana: Yeah, what?

Malory *phone*: Well, this time make sure you...

Archer: Mother. Oh, my God, we've been spotted they're shooting at us. Oh-

Archer immediately hang up the phone as he chuckled to himself.

Archer: Heh. Bet she's freaking out right now.

Malory drops her phone as she panic, not at Archer panic distress but her nail polish color.

Malory: Oh, my God. What shade is that? Crack Whore Red? This is not acceptable color for my darling Y/n's eyes!

Back with Archer and Lana, the two prepare to steal the diamond.

Archer: You said they were tranquilizer darts.

Lana: Ah, I merely implied that.

Archer: Damn it. So I poisoned like, five innocent security guards?

Archer: Would you relax? I'm pretty sure San Marino has universal health care.

Lana: So?

Archer: So, that's good for them. Because there's gonna be some neurological damage.

After Archer finished hacking into the system, the glass case is removed. The two admired the beauty of the giant diamond.

Archer: Oh, my.

Lana: Wow, that is one serious diamond.

Lana grabs the diamond and placed it inside her duffle bag.

Y/n: *whisper* Hey, are you two done in there? I hear security guards coming this way.

Lana: We're done, sweetheart~!

Archer: Gross.

Lana: Shut up.

After securing the diamond, the three of them escape the building and meet back up at the extraction point with a mission success. Or they thought....

Y/n P.O.V.

The Next Day...

The next morning after the mission, three of us meet up with Malory at her office as Archer is confused why his mother wasn't worried about him after the phone call from last night.

Archer: The last thing you hear me say is, "Oh, my God, they're shooting at us"... and you don't even call me back?

Malory: Well... I knew you weren't in any real danger. You know, with Y/n and Lana there.

Lana/ Y/n: Ha!

Archer: Ha.

Malory: And let's just knock off the giggling. I want game-faces on those heads for our conference call with the prince.

Lana: I thought he was a captain regent.

Malory: Oh, whatever. But what matters is all of San Marino could fit in the South Bronx. The important thing is, they're loaded.

Y/n: Hence, why you want this deal to go through.

Malory: Correct! You know me so well~

Suddenly Malory office phone start ringing in front of us letting us. Knowing is from our client, she goes to answer it. Pulling up the screen behind her, we see our client, Captain Regent of San Marino. However, what he says next would put a damper on Malory good mood as he explains to us that he won't signing any contracts with our agency.

Captain: But that is my decision, Ms. Archer. And as captain regent of...

Malory: I don't care if you're Captain...

Archer: Crunch. No, wait, Beefheart.

Malory: We had a deal.

Archer: Kangaroo. Remember him?

Lana: We pointed out every single flaw in your cut-rate security system.

Y/n: Including how predictable your guards were on their routine schedule.

Malory: And now not only are you hiring another agency... you won't even pay ISIS... for that security probe.

Lana: Which means no bonuses for us.

Archer: Wait, what?

Y/n: Oh, now he cares.

Captain: Those monies will go to medical care for the palace guards they poisoned.

Malory: What?

Y/n: Oh goddamn it...!

Archer: Lana did that.

I just punched Archer in the balls in response making him drop his drink.

Captain: And as for hiring ODIN...

Malory: ODIN?

The video zooms out as we see the head of ODIN, Trexler. One of Malory's many ex lovers from the past that she mentioned to me.

Trexler: Uh, skipper, if I could jump in here.

Malory: Trexler.

Trexler: Oh, Malory. Even on...What is this, 1080p? You look just as supple... and sexy as the day I first laid eyes on you.

I can tell Malory wasn't falling for his charms as she just scoffed at him.

Archer: *raspy voice* Where, in a wax museum?

Trexler: Sterling! That's no way to talk to your mother.

Malory: Just who the hell do you think you are! Getting ISIS blacklisted at the UN?

Trexler: Had nothing to do with that.

Y/n: Liar.

Malory: Embarrassing me in Berlin?

Trexler: The entire hotel was embarrassed.

Malory: Stealing all my prospective clients?

Trexler: Yeah.

Malory: And no matter which way I turn... you're butting in that big, fat, stupid nose of yours! This is the last time you make me out a fool, Len Trexler. You wanna play me hard?

Archer: Phrasing.

Trexler: You know I do.

Malory: Well, then you better nut up.

Archer: Phrasing.

Malory: Because I've swallowed just about... as much as I can take from you.

Archer: Hey! Phrasing!

Me and Lana laugh quietly together behind Archer as we couldn't help ourselves seeing his frustration.

Malory: And we'll see who's smirking... when ISIS steals that diamond for real.

Trexler: Oh, you're a naughty girl~

Malory hung up the call immediately as she looked backed at us with a serious expression.

Malory: Right, then. Commence Operation "Rub Len Trexler's Big Fat Nose In It."

Archer: Sounds like you already have.

Lana: Wait! You want us to break back into the palace... which now has the insane amount of security we recommended? Plus God knows how many ODIN guys.

Malory: Yes, so take more of that poison.

Lana: And on top of that suck-salad... you wanna sprinkle on the bacon bits of "Let's tell them we're coming"?

Malory: Well?

Lana: Well, there's this new thing... called the element of surprise? What are we going to do?

Y/n: Calm down, Lana... I'm sure Malory wasn't thinking clearly considering this is ODIN we're talking about. And you already know our history with them in the past especially her personal "history" with Trexler himself. Besides this could our best chance on beating ODIN in their own game when it comes to who's the better agency. Don't you agree, Malory?

Malory: Y-Yes, Y/n! I would've thought better myself but you're right. This is our chance to beat Trexler and rub in his face, why he shouldn't mess with us in the first place. Now, I need all three of you to get ready for tonight mission... it's time to prep up people!

We all nod in understanding as Archer and Lana leave the room before me.

Malory: Before you go, Y/n... I want to show you something~

As she got up from her desk then got in front of me, Malory pull up her skirt a bit before kicking off her high heels. She then sat on the edge of the table, showing me her lovely legs as she stretches out, one of them towards me.

Malory: Last night I was picking out a color for you... what do you think~?

I noticed the scarlet red nail polish on her toes as she use her feet to rub on my crotch area.

Y/n: The color look lovely on you, Malory~

Malory: Thank you, Y/n~ Say... why don't we have a little fun before you get prepared for tonight mission.

She said while she continues rubbing my crotch area with her feet.

Y/n: Why not? I still got time for a quickie~

3rd P.O.V.

Later...

After Y/n had his "fun" with Malory in her office, he decided to get something to drink from the break room. Where he overhear Pam and Cyril conversation about their salary.

Pam: Cyril, look at it.

Showing the picture of a used car that Cyril just purchased recently.

Cyril: But I spent two months' salary.

Pam: I know. But you make shit.

Cyril: Hey, I'm doing pretty well, thank you.

Pam: Save that speech for the father you continually disappoint. I'm head of HR, Cyril, I know your take-home.

Cyril: Yeah, and l... I... I take home shit.

Pam: Well, we all do.

Cyril: What's my father ever done that's so great? School superintendent? Big whoop. There's only like 800 kids in the entire county. K through 12!

Pam: Wow.

Cyril: I'm sorry, you were saying?

Pam: I was saying, we all make shit, so, what we should do is unionize.

Cyril: Yeah. I'll get the raise I deserve.

Deciding not to get involved, Y/n pretended he didn't hear anything in order let them sort it out with Malory.

Malory's office...

Malory is seen fixing her dress after finally recovering from the amazing sex she had with Y/n. She press a button on her office phone as she contact Cheryl.

Malory: Carol? Carol? Oh, wait. Cheryl? Cheryl. Hello? Cheryl, I swear to God... if I have to open my own salad again I will freak out.

As she was about to confront Cheryl about not answering the phone, Malory notice the whole office room completely empty.

Malory: Where the hell is everybody?

Meanwhile...

Lana and Archer are at the Control room going over the plan while Y/n is gathering weapons and gear from the armory room.

Lana: Let's assume we can't access the palace through that same skylight.

Archer: Okay.

Lana: But maybe we overlooked an air shaft... or maybe even some access below-grade? So let's pull up the palace schematics.

Archer: Uh, okay.

Lana: Maybe today, if that works for you.

Archer: Hang on. Let me see.

Archer start pressing random buttons hoping one of them is the right one.

Archer: How about now? Anything?

Lana: No.

Archer: Uh, how about now?

Lana: No.

Archer: How about now? Anything?

Lana: No. What are you doing there?

Archer: I don't know.

Lana: What, are you just hitting random keys?

Archer: Well, obviously.

Lana: Aw, damn it, we... Where is the hobbit guy?

Archer: Heh. A freaking hobbit works here?

Lana: No. He's just a...

Archer: Lana, they're called little people, not hobbits.

Lana: Will you... He's a hobbit enthusiast.

Archer: Ooh.

Lana: But he also knows how to work all the computers and satellites and shit.

Krieger's Lab...

In Krieger's Lab, all the office employees are having a meeting to discuss about their hardship because of the unfair pay from the agency.

Bilbo: But even though I do all that... I gotta live with a roommate. In Queens.

Everyone felt sorry for Bilbo situation.

Cyril: That's disgusting.

Pam: Thanks, Bilbo. Another example... of how underpaid the ISIS support staff really is. And I for one am fed up.

Cheryl: Yeah, fed full of muffins and denial.

Pam: What's your problem, neck bones?

Cheryl: My problem is I remember what Ms. Archer did to the cleaning ladies.

We're shown a brief flashback of how Malory sabotaged the elevator and letting the cleaning ladies get injured or die in order to avoid paying them.

Pam: That was pretty sad.

Cheryl: What's sad is now nobody re-stocks the machine in the bathroom... so I have to make my own tampons.

Everyone felt disturbed and a little bit disgusted, what Cheryl is going through since the cleaning ladies stopped working at the agency.

Cheryl: Exactly, and so I say, no union.

Krieger: Yes, confederacy forever.

Everyone was about to agree until Pam put a stop to it.

Pam: No, wait, uh-uh. Don't listen to the makes-her-own-tampons person.

Cyril: Listen to your hearts. Because deep down... you know they're exploiting us. But if we unite, we can put a stop to it. And that supply closet is just packed with posterboard... and markers, and maybe even some glitter.

Armory room...

Lana and Archer arrived at the armory room where Y/n is at as they're looking around for any missing gear they need for the mission.

Archer: Do we need sound sensors?

Lana: Yes, we need a sound sensor. Duh! Where is that equipment guy? And where the hell are the jumars? Honey, you found the stuff that we need?

Y/n: I did don't worry.

Y/n said as he drop two duffel bags full of weapons and gear in front of her.

Lana: Oh, thanks goodness...!

Archer comes back wearing night vision goggles and two pair of shovels.

Archer: Yeah, I don't know, this was all I could find. I'm thinking goggles, yes. Shovels... I don't know how
or why we'd use them.

Lana: Ugh.

Y/n: Archer, I don't think you should wearing those goggles while the lights are on. It could lead to you having temporary blindness because of the brightness.

Archer: Pfft! You don't know that.

Y/n: Don't blame me that I didn't warn you.

The three of them suddenly hear Malory from a distance calling out, Cheryl's name.

Malory: Cheryl?

Lana: She's not in here.

Malory: Well, why are you in here? Is the San Marino diamond in here now?

Archer: It might be, for all we know.

Lana: We've got no sat-come, no new intel... and so basically we are totally unprepared for this mission.

Archer: Unless it involves night-shoveling.

Y/n slaps shovels out of Archer hands.

Malory: Well, I want that diamond. Not to mention my rapidly-approaching- room-temperature Cobb salad, so... Damn it, where the hell are all the drones?

Y/n: Ummm.....

Outside the Agency...

Outside the building of ISIS, the employees are seen protesting for equal pay. However, their chanting is really terrible and makes no sense.

Random Employee: What do we want?

Employees: Unfair!

Random Employee: When do we want it?

Employees: Change!

Cyril: Okay, so they're bad chanters, but overall this strike's shaping up.

Pam: How? Nobody knows why we're striking.

Cyril: Well, we can't say "Hey, right upstairs..." is a top-secret intelligence agency."

Pam: But it looks like we're picketing the cleaners.

Cyril: No, it doesn't.

Out of nowhere a glass bottle almost hit them as they managed to dodge it in time.

Pam: Jesus!

Random civilian: Stop picketing the cleaners!

Pam: You were saying?

Malory's office...

Y/n, Lana, Archer, and Malory are looking n through the security camera in Malory's office as they see the protest that's going on, outside.

Lana: Why are people picketing the cleaners?

Archer: I predicted this. It's curry fury.

Lana: Holy shit, is that Cyril?

Archer: And Pam, Krieger, Carol. All the...

Malory: Drones. They're not picketing the cleaners, they're picketing ISIS.

Lana: What's their beef?

Y/n: Well... I overheard Pam and Cyril conversation earlier in the break room. It seems the employees in ISIS are upset with the unfair pay and treatment.

Malory: Oh, the same entitled crap as always. "I can't make ends meet," "I'm on food stamps." "My child died because I couldn't afford new bone marrow." Just me, me, me.

Lana: Jesus, whose kid died?

Malory: Oh, who remembers. Check Pam's blog.

Archer: And done, but if you still want us to steal you that gigantic diamond...

Malory: Well, obviously.

Archer: We're gonna have to cross their picket line.

Y/n: Crap...

Later...

Gathering their stuff and equipment, the three of them make their way toward the first floor. Only to stop when seeing the employees come rushing back inside as the sound of shattered glass bottles are heard in the background.

Y/n: Jesus, everyone!? Is everyone, ok?

Cyril: We're fine, Y/n but thank you for asking. However, we need discuss about management with you three.

Lana: We're not technically management.

Pam: But you make shitloads more than we do.

Krieger: Even though you totally depend on us.

Y/n: True. We do depend on them for support on the field.

Pam: See! Even Y/n agree we deserve better respect. And he's only one here, who shown us more respect than any of you assholes!

Arched: Hey, we're out there risking our lives every... Many of the days.

Lana: And so, yes, we get paid a little more.

Y/n: That also makes sense.

Cyril: How much a little more?

Lana: Well, it's complicated.

Archer: No, it isn't, don't answer that.

Lana: What with salary... performance incentives, bonuses...

Cyril: Bonuses?

This made the employees upset to hear.

Cheryl: Dump her, Y/n!

Lana: Hey, crazy. Go macrame some tampons.

Y/n: Look we understand your complaints but we're on a vital mission here.

Pam: Vital mission?

Bilbo: Not on the master clipboard.

Cyril: So just how vital is it?

Malory: It's incredibly vital.

Malory appears in front of them with a drink in her hand.

Malory: Because if they don't steal me that huge diamond... I will literally die.

Pam: A diamond? In this economy?

This made employees more upset.

Cyril: You're stealing a diamond? For her?

Y/n: Not exactly.

Pam: Oh, irony.

Malory: And the rest of you, back to work. If that salad isn't open in the next...

Cheryl: Get them!

Malory: Oh, oh!

The employees start charging towards Malory as she makes a break for it by locking herself in the elevator.

Lana: Hey, whoa.

Archer: Stop surging.

Lana: Y/n, do something.

Y/n: I am! Sorry everyone in advance!

Y/n pulls out a smoke bomb and activate it as they make a break for it while everyone is distracted by the smoke.

Y/n P.O.V.

At Night...

After managing to make a break for it after throwing that smoke bomb. Me, Lana, and Archer arrived at the mission location from before only this time is surround ed with ODIN agents. Making this job more difficult than it is but doesn't seem to bother Archer since he was more concerned about the agents stealing his turtleneck idea.

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Archer: Freaking ODIN. I can't believe this.

Lana: How many are there?

Archer: About a jillion.

Lana: Damn it.

Archer: A jillion gay little copycats.

Lana: What?

Archer: I didn't invent the turtleneck, Lana. But I was the first to recognize its potential as a tactical garment. The tactical turtleneck, Lana.

Lana: Archer.

Archer: The Tactleneck.

Lana: Can you please focus?

Archer: Not really. Don't think these goggles were properly calibrated.

Lana: Ditto the sound sensor. And the stupid code-cloner. All the gear those sweaty tech-dweebs normally... Oh! Do we take the drones for granted?

Archer: No. No, no, Lana. Do not make this about them.

Y/n: Why not?

I said as I get done loading my gun.

Y/n: The reason they were protesting earlier is because they're upset for being mistreated all the time. I mean how would you like it if someone from higher up doesn't show you the respect, you deserve for all the hard work you did for them.

Lana: Y/n does make a point. Why else would they have it out for Malory?

Archer: Whatever! I still refuse to accept defeat from those drones.

Archer goes back on lookout while Lana continues searching through the duffle bags.

Lana: No code-cloner, no GPS. Argh! We've got no thermal imaging. The only things we have are ammo, guns, and body armor.

Y/n: Sorry, Lana... while I was at the armory, the person who usually makes the updates on those devices wasn't there. So, I couldn't bring them on the mission if they weren't calibrated right.

Lana: Not your fault, sweetheart.

Archer: Lana... we don't need gadgets.

Y/n: Really?

Archer: Machines are gonna fail. Then the system's gonna fail... and then it's "Who has the ability to survive?" And that's the game, Lana. Survival.

Lana: Just watched Deliverance again, huh?

Archer: I mean, is Burt Reynolds not the man in that?On the raft? With the vest? Huh? You know he did all his own stunts.

Lana: I know!

Y/n: Lana, no!

Archer: Shh!

Lana: He did his own stunts!

Archer: Keep your freaking voice... Aah!

The bright lights from building hit, Archer in eyes while he was still wearing the night vision goggles. I did warned him not to wear the goggles all the time, idiot.

Archer: God! Sweet Jesus, the goggles!

ODIN agent: Intruders. Get them.

ODIN agents start raining fire at us from every direction. Me and Lana start firing back while Archer continues screaming in pain.

Archer; Aah, Lana! Y/n! I'm blind. I'm blind.

Lana: Yeah? Should we go on without you?

Archer: What? No, carry me, monster-hands.

Lana looks at me wondering what we should do.

Y/n: Carry Archer back to the extraction point, I'll sneak my way inside the building to get the diamond. With all them distracted on you two, they won't be focus on protecting the diamond.

Lana: Alright just be careful, Y/n.

I gave Lana a quick kiss on the lips before running off in a different direction to get inside building.

3rd P.O.V.

Lana fires a few more rounds at the agents before going after Archer and carrying him away from the incoming bullets while at the same time trying to make a call for a evac.

Archer: Ow, ow, ow! Jesus. Quit bouncing my eyes.

Lana: Shut up. I'm trying to get us an evac but nobody's answer... Oh, holy shit, are they still on strike?

Archer: Hey, Eugene Debs, it's only been about ten hours. All right?

Back at the Agency...

Meanwhile back at the agency, the employees cornered Malory in the elevator and keeping her trapped there until they come to an agreement. So far... Malory is making it difficult for everyone.

Cyril: So you'd rather die in there... than give us a cost-of-living adjustment?

Malory: Yes.

Krieger: Well, I can arrange that. Crunch!

Krieger destroys the control panel with a fire extinguisher.

Pam: Well, now you're trapped. Happy?

Malory: ..... Yes.

Pam: Ugh!

Suddenly the store phone start ringing as Pam goes to answer it.

Pam: Laundry. Oh, wait, are we open? What? Sir, you have to slow... Jeezy Petes, get a load of this guy.

Pam put the call on speaker as we hear is from Lana, herself.

Lana: *Phone speaker* We're taking heavy fire and we need an extraction, dumb-ass!

Cyril: Lana?

Archer: *Phone speaker* Ha! She thought you were a man.

Lana: *Phone speaker* Shut up. Cyril... we're pinned down, okay? We need a... Aah!

Cyril: Lana!

Malory: What's going on?

Lana: *Phone speaker* We need evac. A helo, a jump-jet.

Archer: *Phone speaker* At this point, really anything.

Malory: Don't just stand there, idiots.

Cyril: Yeah, come on. Get them out of there.

Bilbo: Uh, we need the sat-com link to do that.

Cyril: So?

Bilbo: So it's upstairs.

Krieger: And, uh, someone broke the elevator.

Pam: And Miss Fire Hazard in there bricked up the only stairwell.

Malory: Don't talk to me about fire hazards. All you people did in there was smoke.

Lana: *Phone speaker* Oh, God, I'm hit.

Archer: *Phone speaker* Lana!

Cyril: Where is Y/n? Why isn't he helping you?

Lana: *Phone speaker* He went to get the diamond and told me to take Archer back to the extraction point. Ah! Fuck! I'm hit again!

Cyril look back at everyone with a concern expression.

Cyril: Will somebody please do something?

Archer: *Phone speaker* Like what, Cyril? I'm blind.

Cyril: No, us. Here.

Archer: *Phone speaker* Oh.

Cyril: Krieger, Bilbo. Come on, can't you guys do something?

Krieger: Wha...? No. Oh, wait, I meant yes.

Few minutes later...

In a matter of few minutes, the tech engineers managed to build a homemade evac contact device by using all the stuff around laundry store.

Bilbo: Roger that, Zebra-Two. Stand by. Helo's 10-4, just needs you to upload their GPS coordinates... into his HUD.

Krieger: Which I will do with these cell phones.

Krieger type in the coordinate on the cell phones on the side of the computer.

Pam: Holy shit, you geeks are bad-ass.

Krieger: We couldn't have done it without an electrical insulator. So thank Cyril for the tiny brown diamond.

Lana: *Phone speaker* What?

Archer: *Phone speaker* Wait, did we get the diamond?

Lana: *Phone speaker* What? No. But Cyril, why did you have a diamond?

Cyril: Oh, uh, just my ear-stud. You know, from college.

Lana: *Phone speaker* ...... Really?

Archer: *Phone speaker* Called it.

Krieger: Okay, uploading GPS coordinates. Wait a second.

Lana: *Phone speaker* Damn it, we don't have a second.

Archer: *Phone speaker* Lana, I'm sure we have one second. But seriously, it does sound like we're about to be overrun, so...

Malory: Get my son out of there. What the hell are you people waiting for?

Krieger: A goddamn cost-of-living adjustment.

Lana: *Phone speaker* What?

Pam: Hey, yeah.

Cyril: No! Krieger, this is not the time for this.

Krieger: It is exactly the time. So, what's it gonna be, you harpy? You ever wanna see your son again?

Malory: Not at the number you quoted me.

Archer: *Phone speaker* Mother!

Cyril: That number is pegged... to the consumer price index.

Malory: Where? The People's Republic of Canada?

Lana: *Phone speaker* Jesus, take it out of our bonuses.

Archer: *Phone speaker* What? Mother, no, listen to me. Aah! I'm hit. I'm hit and I'm blind.

Pam: Jesus, Ms. Archer, your child is dying.

Malory: Oh, all right. If they'll give up their bonuses...

Archer: Mother!

Malory: You can have your lousy... cost-of-living adjustment.

The employees cheered in excitement.

Pam: Something good's happening.

Krieger: And you can have your dick son back.

Putting in the GPS coordinates, the sound of helicopters are heard in the background.

Malory: What's going on?

Archer: *Phone speaker* I hear a helicopter. Holy shit... my other senses are already heightened.

Bilbo: Roger that, Zebra Two. Hey, the helo's got them. They're safe.

Employees: *sarcasm* Hooray. Way to go.

Pam: Wait, what about Y/n?

Bilbo: Hold on.... I got confirmation! He made it back to the evac with the diamond in hand.

Employees: *excitement* Yay!

Malory: Thank goodness! Now... get me out of this sweat-box!

Inside the elevator, Malory is completely naked as she's rinsing out her clothes that got wet from her drink.

Malory: Because I am officially out of gin.

Later....

After bandaging up both Lana and Archer, Y/n sit back down as he pull out the diamond from his duffle bag.

Lana: I can't believe you did it.

Y/n: It wasn't easy, some of them stayed behind to guard the thing so I had to.... put them to sleep with those same darts that Archer used before if you know what I mean.

Archer: Hey, you want to hear something interesting?

Lana: Oh, come on, Archer, not now, I'm serious.

Archer: Hey, I'm serious! Look at me, seriously, Lana. Forget the eye bandage, but the hair, the strong jaw line. Who do I remind you of?

Lana: Nobody.

Archer: Say it.

Lana: Don't make me do that.

Archer: Say it. Say it!

Y/n: Just humor him, Lana or else he won't shut up.

Lana: Ugh. Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.

Archer: No! Not in Deliverance. Ha, ha. In Gator.

Lana: Ugh.

Archer: Right? How can you not see that?