Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

Pipeline Fever.

FINALLY, back to work, something I never thought I would be happy to say, but it was true. After all, for the past few days, I've been engaging in nothing but nonsense rather than doing my actual job as a field agent. From Malory about to give that away down to Archer's paternity frenzy, it just felt good to get back on track to what exactly I was being paid for.

"Man, is this great?" Archer blissfully sighed out, causing me to roll my eyes, but kept them down to still look in the blue confidential ISIS file I held in my hands, inside presenting a black and white mugshot of a Caucasian man with a full head of hair, bushy eyebrows, and a thick mustache and beard, named Joshua Gray, or also known as Gandalf. 

Archer, Lana and I were on a plane to fly to New Orleans to prevent this man, an eco-terrorist, from blowing up North America's biggest natural gas pipeline, something that intrigued Lana since she was all about saving the environment. I wasn't against it, but I wasn't all into it either.

But, apparently, Lana was so dedicated to the cause that it was actually the whole reason on how she became an ISIS field agent in the first place, because upon first meeting Malory, Lana was part of a picketing group against a furrier store which, ironically, Malory walked out of while dressed in her purchased fur coat, which Lana was prepared to ruin it by throwing a bucket of red paint on her. But, Malory pulled out her magnum to aim at Lana's head, stopping her, and causing everyone else to flee in panic. But, Lana kept her stand, which fascinated Malory over her valiant attitude, and prompt her to offer Lana a job at ISIS.

"No, Archer." Lana groaned out.

"Was that a rhetorical question?" Archer questioned.

"Archer." Lana said through gritted teeth.

"And also was that?" Archer continued, causing Lana to groan again as I sighed softly, glancing up at Archer, who was standing up near his seat as I sat in the seat near the aisle, and Lana sat beside me in the seat next to the window. I was wearing a black short sleeve shirt, skinny jeans and flats with my hair up in a ponytail as Lana wore a black long sleeve dress, and heels. As for Archer, who was supposed to be sitting down across from me, but instead was too busy drinking his fifth glass of Hurricane, while being too eager to get to Louisiana because he thought this was just a vacation, remained in his grey suit. "Answer, yes, they both were." Archer added, causing Lana and I to sigh softly. "Because New Orleans is my kind of town, and I haven't had a vacation in forever."

"Newsflash," I breathed out. "this isn't-"

"Nola!" Archer exclaimed softly, cutting me off, and from the corner of my eye, seeing Lana pinch the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "The crescent city!" I rolled my eyes as I closed the file to gently place it in Lana's lap. "The big.." I cut him off by leaning over to grab a hold of his tie to pull him down a few inches from my face, causing his eyes to widened lightly. "easy." He finished as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"This isn't a fucking vacation, Archer." I pointed out in a clear whisper. "It's a mission for us to stop an eco-terrorist from blowing up a pipeline." I reminded him, causing him to blink as he darted his eyes over at Lana, who quirked up her eyebrows in a way to tell him duh, you idiot.

"Well, whatever." Archer responded, looking back at me. "Working vacation." I scoffed, re-adjusting my eyes as I released his tie, allowing him to stand up to adjust it. "Cause I'm not too worried about some drum-circling hippie tree-hugger." I sighed, leaning back in my seat.

"Sir, can you find your seat for me?" Looking over, a Southern speaking female flight attendant with a short, dark brown beehive, approached beside me, looking at Archer, while holding a tray of Hurricanes.