Fitz grins at Archibald's objections to the morning growing old and the sun growing warmer.<br/><br/>Yazkov rolls his eyes melodramatically and waves one hand in a dismissive gesture.<br/><br/>"Age is supposed to make one patient!  Very well, I shall indulge you.  I am a spymaster without a network, and you are all more or less agents at large.  What I propose is simple.  Let us work together to earn our keep, perform a few worthy deeds, and find a way to thumb our noses at the fools who cast us out for our various sins."  He taps his glass with one fingertip.  "I asked about ineffable plans for the simple reason that all the the planning I have ever heard from my own shadowy masters as beet utterly effed up, as the Americans are wont to say.  Is that simple enough for you?"<br/><br/>He takes a sip.<br/><br/>"I have a few contacts on the island that I've managed to cultivate even after reports of my untimely demise were circulated.  That, and long experience.  That is what I offer to provide as my part in this."  He gestures to Fitz.  "And speaking of ineffable plans..."<br/><br/>"You're the effiest," Mister Pink laughs.  "Me, I'm a professional distraction.  I'm good at making the sort of noise that distracts security.  Not too shabby at breaking things that need to stay broken, but look like they're in good repair.  Get me?"