Since the famous Uffizi disaster, ISIS has not received a lucrative contract to serve as security consultant for a foreign power and/or government. Malory is spot-on her micromanaging mettle when her two best agents are asked to test palace security for San Marino's wealthy microstate (or principality, depending on one's view). When mudak, Len Trexler, steals the San Marino contract for ODIN, Malory commits three phrasing errors in a row and angrily orders Archer and Lana to steal the huge San Marino Diamond, commencing what she calls "Operation Rub Len Trexler's Big Fat Nose In It!" Days of Oktoberfest, rivers of beer and JÃ¤germeister and gallons of schuetzie and absenthe cannot disguise a tiny little thingamabob of champagne or the fact the drones are overworked and underpaid. As an ill-equipped Archer and Lana strike forth upon San Marino to make the diamond hot, at ISIS, it is all bread and roses, entitlement crap and collective bargaining. The drones trap Malory in the elevator with a finite quantity of gin while they all listen to the comm of the mission in San Marino where the mission is quickly deteriorating. With the fate of her only son (and Lana) in the hands of the drones, will Malory crumble? It may be all muffins and denial on the one hand, but can you really put a price on good.....personnel?