3rd P.O.V.

We open up with Sterling Archer chained up to the wall with him only having his boxer and nothing else as he is being interrogated by someone.

KGB Colonel (O.S.): Sterling Archer, codename Duchess...

A match was heard struck. Its flare plays across Archer's face, its light pulses as we hear a cigar being puffed. We are in stone dungeon, ancient stone walls weeping with moisture. Inky shadows, a faint and far-off scream. A sinister, uniformed KGB Colonel, 50ish, savors both the aroma of his Cuban cigar and this moment.

KGB Colonel: Known, from Berlin to Bangkok, as the world's most dangerous spy. So, for us this is... how you say?

Archer is covered in sweat and clad only in a tight pair of Daniel Craig-ian boxer-briefs, three puckered bullet scars visible on his lean muscular chest, shackled by his wrists to the wall. One of those bullets being from Y/n when Archer decided to piss him off with his usual Archer crap.

KGB Colonel: A "good get." *Puffs cigar* But not so good for you, Mr. Archer. Because you heff information that I want. And is maybe old cliché, but...

Colonel raises two jumper cable leads, sparks them together.

KGB Colonel: We heff ways of making you talk.

Archer cocks an eyebrow. We follow his gaze to a cart which holds a dry cell battery, wired to the menacing jumper leads.

Archer: What, your little go-cart battery?

KGB Colonel: Golf cart.

Archer: Whatever, and would you pick an accent and stick with it? And here I thought Y/n was more annoying with his "follow the plan" shit.

The "colonel," who is actually Krenshaw, an ISIS agent (with an American accent) waves a jumper clamp at Archer's face.

Krenshaw: Listen here, you little -

Malory (O.S.): Son of a bitch!

Archer: Oh, great...

Crenshaw: Now you did it.

*SHUNK, SHUNK! *

Several fluorescent lights come on. The "dungeon" is an elaborate mock-up in an office building conference room.

The MANHATTAN SKYLINE is visible outside, and one wall has a large two-way mirror, through which we see: Malory Archer, director of ISIS. She's watching this from her adjoining office, glaring towards at Archer. She is about 60 and impeccably styled, heels to hair; though still beautiful, she radiates an air of steel-clad hardassness.

Malory: What is the point of these simulations...

Archer: Crenshaw's arousal?

Malory: If you don't take them seriously?! At least Y/n understands the importance of these interrogations whenever we go over these simulations. *thought* What I would I give to see that tight ass body again~

Archer: How can I? Between his lame accent and the go-cart battery -

Crenshaw: Golf cart!

Archer: Shut up! And don't bring Y/n into this! I still owe him a bullet to the shoulder after he SHOT me during our last mission together! Oh, and speaking of lame, my codename -

Malory: Was chosen at random by the ISIS computer! Duchess.

Archer: Random?! It was your dog's name!

Malory: Ohh, Duchess...

Malory picks up a framed photo from the table: a (surprisingly tasteful) B/W PHOTO of a slightly younger, NUDE Malory, posing amid silk sheets with her dear departed AFGHAN HOUND, Duchess.

A/n: To be honest, I'll still smash Malory Archer. That's my opinion to be honest.

Malory: I loved her so much... *thought* Maybe I should send this picture to Y/n to see if he's interested in a threesome with Lana~

Archer: That it was creepy and pathetic? Especially your sick desire to sleep with Y/n every time you think of him! Like seriously? That gross mother!

Malory lowers the photo, turns her icy glare back to Archer.

Malory: And if you were half as smart as she was, I-

Archer: She wasn't too smart to die from eating chocolate! Was she?!

Malory: *Gasp* Exercise terminated!

Archer: Okay, that's lunch then!

Malory: Agent performance: unsatisfactory!

*SHUNK! *

The lights return to "dungeon" setting.

Archer: Oh, come! At worst that was "Needs Improvement!"

Krenshaw: Jesus, you think this is a game?

Archer: I think Jenga's a game, and --

Krenshaw: What if I'd been real KGB?!

Archer: I assume you'd be trying to suck a promotion out of some Russian guy's cock...

This hits home. Krenshaw menaces Archer with a jumper clamp.

Krenshaw: Well maybe, I never get promoted -

Archer: And never will -

Krenshaw: Because my mommy's not the boss! And the reason you're the 3rd best spy behind Mr. and Mrs. L/n.

This pissed off, Archer.

Archer: And maybe, you just got your face kicked off!

Archer launches a deadly karate kick, stops his foot mere inches away from Crenshaw's face, and holds it there.

Archer: That is my foot in your face! Smell the embarrassment! Who's the 3rd best spy now, huh! Graagh! ZZRRPT!

Krenshaw shocks Archer's foot with the jumper clamp. Archer's spasm breaks the shackles, he crashes out of frame.

Archer: Mother, did you see that?!

Malory office; Through the two-way mirror, distant and out of focus, Krenshaw looms over the crumpled heap of Archer. What is in focus is the translucent reflection of Malory's face, taking this all in as she raises her Collins glass...  and grinning devilishly to the camera.

Archer: Mother? Mother!

The scene goes dark as we transition to a house that belongs to Y/n and Lana or Mr. and Mrs. L/n after they got married 3 years ago when Y/n propose to Lana during one of their missions together and which Lana happily accepted.

We then zoom in to a bedroom where the two married couple are seen in bed with their clothes scattered around the room after a long intense sex when they came back from another mission assigned to them. As the sun rises, the light from the sun hit Lana in the eyes as she screams in annoyance.

Lana: Oh Fuck! Who left the curtains open!

Lana rushes out of bed and runs toward the window to close the blinds. Y/n start waking up from Lana yelling and loud footsteps.

Y/n: Huh? Is something wrong, Lana?

Lana was rubbing her eyes to readjust her vision.

Lana: Fuck! Sorry sweetheart it just the sun got in my eyes, and it woke me up.

Y/n: That's fine, however...

Y/n looks at Lana with lust in his eyes as he enjoys what he's looking at the first thing in the morning.

Y/n: I'm enjoying the first thing; I want to see in the morning~

Lana: Huh?

Lana looks down seeing that she still naked after last night getting the idea of what he means. Lana gave the same lustful expression to him as she starts talking in a seductive voice while touching her body giving Y/n a show.

Lana: Oh~ So, you enjoy looking at this gorgeous body of mine the first thing in the morning~

She said as she caresses her body sliding her hands down to her stomach.

Y/n: Absolutely~ How can no one notice the thiccness and beauty of yours~ It similar to a Amazons~

Lana: Amazons, you say~? Does my body remind you of a strong and powerful, Amazons~

Y/n: Definitely, the curviness, the tone body, beautiful skin, and those hips~

Lana: What about~

Then she grab her thicc breast as she fondles them right in front of him.

Lana: My breast~ Do they turn you on when I fondle them like this, right in front of you~

Y/n: Now, your just teasing me~

Lana: Want to have some fun before we leave for work~

Y/n: A little quickie wouldn't hurt anyone~

Lana: *giggle~*

Lemon Warning 🍋

Swaying her hip as she walk toward her husband, her breast bouncing a little with every step taken until she climb on top of him.

Lana: I hope your ready to go another round with me~

Y/n: You don't have to tell me twice~

Grabbing her thicc ass as she moans from his grip.

Lana: *moan* Take me big boy~

They start having a having hot passionate makeout session as they fight for dominance while Y/n fondles Lana ass. During their makeout session, Lana felt something hard, poking her wet folds making her stop.

Lana: Look like someone is ready~

She pulls the covers away without hesitation as she goes down at his fully harden member and start stroking it, up and down.

Lana: Look how big you gotten~ It so hard and firm~ Just how I like it~

Lana start licking his member bottom to top then licking the tip before taking whole thing into her mouth.

Y/n: Oh shit~! I keep forgetting how warm your mouth is Lana~

Lana just smirk under her breath before she start bobbing her head up and down on his member in a rhythm. She reach down toward her wet folds and start fingering herself as she follows the rhythm of her bobbing. Swirling her tongue around his member savoring the flavor.

Y/n: Just like that Lana~ Keep going~

Lana take his member out of her mouth but kept giving him a handjob.

Lana: Wait until I have this inside me~

She then put the member back into her mouth, increasing her bobbing making him reach his climax.

Y/n: I'm reaching my limit~!

Lana increases her movement until he came completely inside her mouth as her head was shoved all the way down to the base.

A couple minutes pass until he let go of Lana head as she take his member out her mouth and swallow his cum.

Lana: Now~ For the main fun~

Lana got into a reverse cowgirl position grabbing his member as she guide it toward her ass.

Lana: But this time~ I want you to destroy my ass~

Y/n: Gladly~

Grabbing her hips, he slam her down all the way to the base and started pounding her ass as Lana moans crazily.

Lana: Oh fuck~! Oh fuck~! Oh fuck~! Faster~!

Y/n: As you wish~!

He increases his speed, pounding Lana ass even faster as she start rubbing her wet folds to increase the pleasure. A few minutes later both Lana and Y/n are about to reach their limit.

Y/n: I'm about to cum, Lana!

Lana: Me too~! Come inside me~!

A couple more hard thrust, he finally came inside her ass just as Lana climax herself and squirted everywhere on the bed.

Lana: Aaaaaahhhh~!

A few more minutes has pass as they start calming down and started panting heavily.

Lana: Your the best, sweetheart~

Y/n: Same to you, love~

Lana: Want to go again~

Y/n: Hell yeah~!

They rested a bit before they can continue again on their fun before they have to leave for work.

End of Lemon🍋

After a short and intense sex, Lana and Y/n start getting ready as they start leaving the house for work.

They're driving down the highway as they talk about last night mission.

Y/n: So, about last night mission. Where do you think Archer went after we had to cover his ass.

Lana: Who care, he probably went to a casino to gamble, get drunk, or pick up prostitute. Probably all three at once depending how drunk he gotten.

Y/n: Tell me again, why he thinks he's the number 1# spy if he can't stay focus on the mission.

Lana: Is Archer, sweetheart. Him and his huge ego is just insane that I can't comprehend what's he thinking next. Make me wonder why I dated him in the first place.

Y/n: Yeah but because him, you and me wouldn't gotten married if he didn't decide to flake out on a important mission.

Lana: That's true, it was most romantic thing anyone proposed to me. What made it that my parents approved of our marriage.

Y/n: I can still remember how emotional your parents were after seeing their own daughter finally tie the knot.

Lana: And I still remember how Archer tried ruining our wedding. I still can't stop laughing when you punch him in the nose then shot him in the shoulder.

Y/n: Good times.

They kept on talking all the way to work, reliving about the past.

Later...

A nondescript storefront laundry, which takes up the ground floor of an equally nondescript Midtown office building. Archer, now in a sleek gray suit, barely breaks stride as he snatches a pressed shirt from Rajan, the 50ish, Indian, kurtaclad laundry owner, and heads toward the tumbling dryers.

Rajan: One entire whole week we have been calling you. Highly unprofessional.

Archer: Really? Because I find your sweatiness unprofessional....

Archer presses a button on a dryer. The whole machine, still tumbling slides open like an elevator door.

Archer: So, we have something else in common, besides the fact that now both of our shirt's reek of curry.

Archer enters the elevator as Rajan waves a laundry bill.

Rajan: And when will you settle your account?

Archer: When will you buy some dress shields?

Rajan: This is not a dress!

Archer: That's not a dress! Are you serious?!

The "door" closes. Rajan wipes his sweaty forehead, sighs.

Rajan: But he is right, I perspire a great deal. Who would not, in such a place? The irons, especially, get very hot...

A mischievous smile spreads across his face. Then the front door ring open as Rajan looks who it is as he smiles his favorite people.

Rajan: Hello! Mr. and Mrs. L/n!

Lana/ Y/n: Morning Rajan!

They walk inside as Y/n goes toward the counter while Lana goes towards the elevator.

Lana: I'll see you at the office, honey.

Y/n: Alright, I'll catch up to you later.

Lana blow a kiss to Y/n before going into the elevator.

Rajan: You're a lucky men, Mr. L/n.

Y/n: Thanks, Rajan. So, you got my shirt ready?

Rajan: Oh, yes!

Rajan goes to the back and grabs Y/n shirt to bring it to him.

Rajan: Here your shirt Mr. L/n. Sorry about the smell of the curry.

Y/n grabs his shirt and smell the curry.

Y/n: Not bad, it give off that spicy smell. Thanks Rajan!

Rajan: You're very welcome, sir!

Y/n then pays for dry cleaning afterwards leave a hundred dollar tip for Rajan.

Rajan: A hundred dollar tip?! Thank you, sir!

Y/n: Your welcome, Rajan. Keep up the good work!

Leaving toward the elevator and to start his day as the number 1# spy for ISIS.

Earlier...

In spite of its "secret dryer" entrance, the elevator is otherwise normal. Its security cameras look down on Archer. He holds up his expensive, tailored shirt: it has a large, unmistakably iron-shaped scorch mark right across the front.

Archer: Oh, that's... that's a burned shirt.

The retro-mod ISIS office takes up an entire floor. Offices ring the central "bullpen," which is a sea of desks. Only a few have people at them, typing on clunky, 1980's computers. The elevator opens. Archer strides out toward camera. As he passes the desks' few occupants, their reactions show their opinions of him: glares from the women, fingers from the men. Archer FLINGS his ruined SHIRT in the FACE of one of them.

Archer: Here's a shirt, stupid.

He stops as he heard the elevator *Ding! * Turning around to see it was Lana at elevator. He walks toward her nonchalantly.

Archer: Lana, hey...!

Lana: Archer! Finally, back to work?

Archer: Yeah, I -

Lana: Great, yeah! Because go fuck yourself!

Lana breezes off, as Archer yells after her perfect backside.

Archer: Oh rea - after all that HR mediation? Really? All the hard work Pam did? You changed Lana ever since you got married to Y/n!

Figgis (O.S.): Is that Archer?

Archer: God damn it!

Cyril Figgis – mid-30's, pasty, in a sweater vest – emerges from the copy room.

Figgis: Archer, hey --

Archer: No, Cyril. Go away.

Figgis: Listen, about your operations account --

Archer: Not -- Cyril, not now --

Figgis: Yes, now. You've got some serious *lowers voice* Discrepancies in your account. Now I'm sure you wouldn't use operational funds for personal expenses.

Flashback

Archer blowing money; Shots of Archer blowing money at casinos, upscale tailors, and high-end car dealers. On champagne, horses, hookers. We end on Archer in a casino at the roulette table, sweaty and tie askew, as the marble dances and flirts right over 22 black.

Archer: Come on twenty-two black, twenty-two --

However, it drops into 18 red.

Archer: Black! Ass! Son of a bitch!

However, a huge, distinguished African man in dashiki and kufi is standing there, holding a martini and glaring at Archer.

Archer: Not you giant man... can I offer you a drink. How about this expensive prostitute?

End of Flashback

Archer: That is a very serious implication.

Figgis: Well so is embezzlement.

Archer: Oh! No, okay yeah, let's talk about the elephant in the room!

Figgis: That you're embezzling, or...?

Archer: That Y/n is screwing my ex! And married to her!

Figgis: Oh, for Chri -

Archer: Huh?!

Figgis: Archer please, that's private information!

Archer:  What? Is that not common know *to the room* You all know about Y/n and Lana, right?! Of course! Because if Pam knows, everybody knows! Right, Pam?!

In the doorway of her office, Pam, the chubby, mousy H.R. rep, is busted gawking at Archer's scene. She ducks her head back.

Archer: HR mediations are supposed to be confidential, Pam! You... manatee! *To Cyril* And as for you...! Good day, sir.

Archer stalks off, leaving a confused Cyril to call after him.

Figgis: Hey wait! What about your acc -- (to himself) Oh, I get it. See what he did there, Cyril? Classic misdirection.

*Ding! * Was heard as Figgis sees who it is at the elevator.

Figgis: Y/n is good to see you.

Y/n: Hey Cyril, what's up.

Figgis: Hey, I have a question for you.

Y/n: Sure, what is it?

Figgis: Is about last mission expenses.

Y/n: What about it?

Figgis: Can you explain to me, why the cost is so high.

Y/n: I don't know, me and Lana do our best to minimize the expense. It could be Archer fault for it being high.

Figgis: Figures considering the many outrageous spending on casinos. But I still find it odd is this high than the usual.

Y/n: Really? Is it really higher than usual expenses with Archer spending habit.

Figgis: Yeah, which is strange even after you bring in more profit for ISIS. Our budget is lower than ever.

Y/n: Better take a look at that Cyril, could be someone hacking in the system account and stealing ISIS funds.

Figgis: Alright, I'll double check the account again. Thanks for your cooperation, Y/n.

Y/n: Your welcome, Cyril. I'm counting on you with the budget for everyone. Also, nice sweater vest it's suit you.

Figgis: Thank you, Y/n.

Outside the corner office, Cheryl - 26, very pretty - types on her computer while trying, unsuccessfully, not to cry. She looks up in surprise to see Archer standing at her tidy desk.

Archer: No, you're so ugly when you cry...

Cheryl: *gasps* Mr. Archer!

Archer: I'm fine, is she in, or out eating a baby?

Cheryl: You stood me up again last night!

Archer: Last--? Yeah, what happened was, did you see "Brian's Song?" Same thing pretty much happened. I helped a guy with cancer. Look, I'm sorry, Carol.

Cheryl: *gasps* It's Cheryl.

Archer: I know, Ca -- Cheryl. So, to make it up to you...

Cheryl: I'm ready.

Archer: Could you buzz me in.

Cheryl: Is that all you have to say?!

Archer: Yes?

Malory's office; Huge office. A wall of windows overlooks Midtown Manhattan, the retro furnishings are accented in a "rich world traveler" motif: African masks, Asian carvings, Persian... whatever's. Malory is on the phone at her desk. We're very glad the desk is there, as it appears she is pleasuring herself beneath it.

Malory: Now tell me again, how... no, not that part, go back? Yes, the pepper. Oh yes God. Oh God! Oh God! Oh --

Her eyes flutter open and she sees, with us: Archer, in the open doorway, his mouth agape, his eyes like dinner plates.

Malory: God! Damn it! *Slams phone down* What the hell are you doing?!

Archer, goggle-eyed and afraid of the answer, almost whispers.

Archer: What are you doing?

Malory: I -- I'm -- *retakes control* Wondering how you spent your vacation.

Flashback

Archer is at the credenza. He's mixed a very stiff cocktail and is currently pouring it down his throat with shaky hands.

End of Flashback

Archer: Vacation?!

Malory: Where did you go? Whore Island?

Archer: I -- that, no! That was sick leave.

Malory: Vacation.

Archer: I was wounded in the line of duty!

Malory: By a go-cart battery.

Archer: Golf cart! Maybe pay attention.

Malory picks up a manila folder, savoring what's coming...

Malory: Oh, I do...

Archer: Do you?

Malory: And I've just been paying very close attention to your operations account.

Archer: No!

Malory: Yes.

Archer: No!

Malory: Yes!

Archer: Not to worry!

Malory: Mm hmm...

Archer: Mother, my account is square! Instead of checking on me, shouldn't you be checking Y/n. Have you seen the things he bought?! That out of his price range for someone working in ISIS!

Malory: It better be. And don't you dare bring Y/n into your mess! He has has brought more clients then you ever did. Hell, he brought more money for this Agency that I'm able to able to afford his paycheck, Lana, and YOURS all combined.

Archer: Yeah, whatever. I can do the same thing as him just don't feel like it.

Malory: Plus, you know what happens to agents I catch stealing...

Flashback

Three quick scenes - a car, a stoop, a sidewalk - and in each one, a different drone agent begs piteously for his life:

Drone agent: No, no, please! Noooo --

*PHUT, PHUT, PHUT! * Each man's cries are cut short by shots from a silenced PISTOL, wielded by a grim, trench-coated Crenshaw.

End of Flashback

Archer: *drinks, coughs liquor* Wow, that's strong. Yes, I do.

Maloy: Well then let me give you some heartfelt, motherly advice...

Archer: Motherly ad -- are you having a stroke?

Malory: You wish.

Archer: Yeah, but seriously: do you smell toast?

Malory: I smell a rat!

Archer: So not toast --

Malory: And if your account isn't square by Monday, I'll close it permanently. Is that clear?

Archer: Are you -- you're looking for the answer "Yes"?

Malory: Yes.

Archer: Then yes.

Malory: Good. Then get out. And for God's sake, take a shower. Smells like a whorehouse in here.

Archer: Okay, your own fingers.

Malory: Hm?

Archer: Nothing! Ahem. Johnny Bench called.

Archer leave Malory office just as he bump into Y/n on the way out.

Y/n: Archer.

Archer: Y/n.

Y/n: Still upset about that bullet wound.

Archer: That reminds me. *pull out his gun* I still owe you one.

Y/n pull out his gun.

Y/n: Try it. I bet I'll pull the trigger faster.

They're at a Mexican standoff but before any of them could pull the trigger. Malory called them off.

Malory: That enough! No shooting in my office!

They put away their guns.

Malory: Sterling leave so I can talk with Y/n in private for anything he to talk about.

Archer: This isn't over, Y/n.

Y/n: Yeah, same here. "Duchess"

Archer leave in a huff as Y/n step in Malory office with the door closing behind him.

Malory: Take a seat Y/n.

Y/n take a seat as he was told.

Y/n: Is there a reason you need me, Ms. Archer.

Malory: Please Y/n, you already know you can call by name. We're not strangers after all.

Y/n: Ok. Malory is there a reason why I'm here.

Malory: Why yes, I wanted to ask you if you know anything about unexplained expenses that's being used up.

Y/n: Oh yeah, Cyril already talked to me about that. But like I said to him, I find it odd that a lot of our fundings are going missing despite how much clients I have gathered during the many successful mission I've completed.

Malory: It is strange, do you think Sterling is to blame for this problem.

Y/n: Probably but I don't think he's drunk enough to waste that much money unless he REALLY want to be cut off from you.

Malory: Indeed, the last thing he want is to piss me off by spending ISIS money on stupid things.

Y/n: Is that you need from me, Malory.

Malory: Not yet, before you leave. I have a request from you.

Y/n: A request? What kind of request.

Malory gets up from her desk as she goes behind Y/n, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Malory: Is a request that requires you to be, how do you say. Hands on, approach~

Y/n: Malory, you know I'm married.

Malory: That right but that's the reason I have a favor to ask you.

Y/n: And that favor is?

Malory: If you and Lana are interested in a threesome~?

Y/n: Umm...

Malory: I'll let you discuss it with Lana and give you two some time to think about it. But remember don't keep me waiting~

She said as she goes back to her desk making Y/n, think to himself.

Y/n: *thought* Did Malory just ask me for a sexual favor.

Later...

We are mid-shot on Archer, who addresses camera: determined.

Archer: So, here's the thing: I need to access my operations account, and you're preventing that. Now we can do this easy, or we can do it hard. *Raises gun* Your call. No? Hard it is, then!

Archer points his GUN at camera, and...

*PHUT, PHUT, PHUT, PHUT! *

just about empties his entire clip. During which we reveal that he is actually shooting at the bulletproof mainframe door. Bullets go ricocheting off in every direction, and we hear...

Drone agent: Agh! Jesus Christ, Archer!

Archer stops firing, looks off-screen, almost embarrassed.

Archer: Ooh, sorry! I forgot that the -- did I get you?

Drone agent: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Archer: Me? Nothing! You, on the other hand... have a bullet inside you!

Y/n: Archer, what the hell are you doing?

Archer turn to see Y/n walking up to him.

Archer: Me, nothing! You, what are you doing here!

Y/n: I heard couple of gun shots going off, one of them almost hitting me and Lana.

Archer: Damn! I was hoping it hit you.

Y/n: Why are you shooting at the mainframe door in the first place.

Archer: None of your business. This is something I got to take care off, myself.

Y/n: Please stop causing trouble for everyone with your stupid antics.

Archer: Stupid antics!? I'll show you stupid antics!

Before he can point the gun at Y/n.

Krenshaw: I see the foot's all better...

Archer and Y/n turns to find Krenshaw, gloating over his coffee mug.

Krenshaw: And it good to meet you, Mr. L/n. Having a lovely day, I presume.

Y/n: Yeah. Why are you here, Krenshaw?

Krenshaw: I heard bullets going off and decided to see for myself what's going on.

Archer: And I see you're still a hatchetfaced prick. So...

Krenshaw: Mmm. Do you see that sign?

Archer: Uh, do you see that sign?

Reveal a sign reading "NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THIS AREA"

Krenshaw: Well --

*SMACK!*

Archer smack Crenshaw's coffee out of his hands.

Archer: That's why. So, we don't get ants.

Y/n: Really, Archer?!

Archer walks off going through the exit leaving Krenshaw and Y/n behind by themselves.

Y/n: Sorry about that Krenshaw. Let me get you another cup of coffee.

Krenshaw: No is fine, Mr. L/n. Is my fault for bringing coffee here.

Y/n: Again, I'm sorry about Archer. He still upset of not being the number #1 spy of ISIS.

Krenshaw: Is an understanding that many people compete for the top spot. But can't understand the danger of being a big target for others.

Y/n raise an eyebrow looking at Krenshaw with a suspicious look.

Y/n: What do you mean by that?

Krenshaw: Nothing, Mr. L/n. Till next time we meet.

Krenshaw walks away leaving Y/n to be alert about Krenshaw words.

Y/n: Hmm...

To be continue...