Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

El Secuestro.

BEING late to work with Malory Archer as your boss was like expecting a date with the devil to go smoothly. And, in my case, I felt like the devil was on my side, testing me, because my morning was a hellstorm.

I woke up late because there was an actual storm last night, and the thunder kept me up. So, this morning, I had to rush with everything. After taking a shower, I put on a white tank top, black leggings, my belt around my waist, my combat boots, and my hair was put up in a bun.

I didn't have time to eat, so I just made me a cup of coffee to go, and grabbed my black leather jacket on the way out the door. But, my luck kept getting worse after my car wouldn't start for another five minutes.

But, even once I finally got it to work, that relieved feeling didn't last long as I only ran into some mild traffic on my way to the office. But, once I did get there, without any more hassle, and parked my car in my space in the parking garage, I felt like I was finally able to breathe.

Well, until a bloodcurdling feminine scream pierce my ears, making my eyes shoot wide opened as I gasped with a jump, causing the small amount of coffee in the cup I held in my hand to spill onto my tank top.

"Shh-hit!" I exclaimed, glancing down at my shirt to quickly wipe away the soft heated liquid from off my chest, but only making it worse as it just smeared into a stain. But, I glanced out my window towards the parking garage's entrance as my fight or flight response had kicked in, and since I was a secret agent, the flight usually came as a last resort.

Quickly, I opened my door, dropping the now emptied coffee cup on the ground as I gripped onto my gun that was tucked inside my belt, closing the door behind me to race outside, only to see a black van speed past me, causing the wind from the whoosh to nearly knock me over.

"Oh God!" I glanced over as I seen Cheryl, standing on the sidewalk, clutching her chest, panting with widened eyes. "Phew!" Cheryl exhaled heavily, dropping her hand from off her chest. "That was a close one."

"Cheryl?" I questioned, earning her gaze.

"Oh." Cheryl breathed out with a faint smile. "Morning Lila." She began to nonchalantly hum as I watched her make her way over to the cleaners to walk inside, causing me to blink as I looked back around in front of me.

"I knew I should have stayed in bed." I turned to follow after Cheryl, who was heading towards the elevator as Popeye was sitting behind the counter, doing paperwork while listening from an old cassette player, which explained why he didn't seem fazed by the commotion outside.

"Cheryl." I said as I walked over to her as she stopped in front of the elevator, pressing the button for it to come down. "What the hell is going on?" I questioned, re-earning her gaze as I stood on her side.

"The fact that Ms. Archer is going to fire me because I'm late again?" Cheryl scoffed, looking back at the elevator. "Stupid Pam." The elevator door opened. "Prolonging her stupid kidnapping." My eyes widened.

"What?!" I exclaimed softly, watching as she entered the elevator. "What do you mean her kidnapping?" Cheryl spun around to re-meet my gaze.

"Oh Pam was kidnapped." Cheryl casually stated, causing me to stare blankly at her. "Which can you back me up on? Ms. Archer won't believe me, not after I told her about that train dwarf." Cheryl shivered. "Ick."

"Cheryl!" I exclaimed softly.

"He was real!" Cheryl argued.

"What about Pam!"

"I told you," Cheryl reached over to press the button for the office floor. "Pam was kidnapped." I stared blankly at her, quirking up my eyebrows.

"By who!?"