It was your first day at I.S.I.S., as a new field agent. You were told you would be training under a woman named Lana Kane, and were in the break room grabbing a coffee for the morning, before hearing an angry scream from outside the room.

"ARCHER! ARCHER GOD DAMN IT!"

The door burst open, and a TEC-9 was aimed directly at your head. After the woman realized you were not in fact Sterling Archer, the murderous haze cleared away.

"Oh shit, sorry."

She holstered her gun again.