Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

Jeu Monégasque.

RECOVERING sex tapes shouldn't be a priority as a ISIS field agent, but here I was, in Monte Carlo, trying to once again save Malory's dignity by preventing it from being exposed, this time by an extortionist named Le Chuffre, who demands Malory give him four million dollars for the disk.

I had no idea how Malory managed to rack up that much money, and I didn't understand how she felt comfortable letting Archer be the one to safeguard the case of bearer bonds, but what I did know was that this task was a far cry from a honeypot operation, since Malory wanted Archer, Lana, Ray and myself to tag along with her to Europe.

So, the five of us were staying in a luxurious hotel that overlooked Monaco's special event of the Grand Prix, an annual motor racing event, which due to this, and with the hotel having a huge casino, booking a room is almost impossible... well, at least not for me.

"Ah, manquer Callahan." I smiled softly as the hotel's concierge, Benoit, spun around behind the front desk with his own greeting smile. Dressed in a black suit, and dark blue tie, Benoit was a tall, skinny, French native man with slicked back black hair, and a matching pencil thin mustache.

"Welcome to le Grand Prix." Benoit snapped his fingers, causing two bellhops to walk over as Benoit turned back around to grab a key from off the hook as one of the bellhops took my bags from out of my hands. "Messieurs will escort you to your chambre, madame." Benoit turned back around to pass the key off to the other bellhop as I exhaled softly.

"Thank you." I breathed out before following after the bellhops to the elevators, feeling relieved that I was able to reserve one of the last few available rooms in the hotel, which I didn't know if the rest had their own reservation since I arrived here before them by an earlier flight.

But, since the meeting for Le Chuffre wasn't for another few hours, the four still had time to get here, and I still had time to relax. So, once I was taken up to my room, a sizeable, pleasing one, I thanked the bellhops, tipping them each twenty dollars, before they left for me to get settled.

Before unpacking, I headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. Once inside the room, I started the water, and waited for it to reach a warm temperature before I stripped out of my clothes, and got in.

Feeling an instant alleviation, I wasted five minutes, letting the water soothe away the stress, ache and fatigue I felt from the flight, before I started washing up. After another five minutes, I turned the water off, and got out to wrap a towel around my body, and one around my hair.

I walked back out into the room, and over to my bags, that were put on the floor by the bellhop, to pick them up and bring them over onto the bed to search for something to wear. But, I was interrupted by a knock on the door, causing me to glance over at it from behind my shoulder.

"Who is it?" I called out, but only got another knock as a response, causing me to look back around to grab out my black robe to replace the towel around my body before turning around to walk to the door.

But, as soon as I opened the door, I scoffed as Malory barged in, feeling like she had shoved me out of the way as I looked at her with quirked up eyebrows. "Um, excuse me?" Malory turned around to meet my gaze.

"You're excused." Malory put her hands on her hips. "And dismissed."

"What?" I questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm taking this room, I need you to keep an eye on Sterling." I scoffed.

"Um, no?" Malory quirked up her eyebrows. "That wasn't the plan."