Martin looked closely at the team, nodding with a certain approval of what had been said. It was a mutually agreeable thing, that this was how it worked. It was a smooth atmosphere, but he knew that if there was work that had to be done anytime soon, then even in his state, Martin could get the team to work. Performing while drunk was a whole different approach to operating, but sometimes, it had to be done. Just reminding yourself at all times, no matter how shitfaced you were, of what your endgame was, was how you got through it, and the rest sort of somehow fell into place, especially if you weren't an essential asset. Martin had never passed two whiskey or vodka shots, when it came to dealing with operative issues- though for a day like today, he was prepared to drink a little more.

Looking across as Cassie, and then back at Drevan, he chuckled.
"Let it trend. It's not like we have any identifiable source of where it came from. And it's always a good laugh to see my boss wonder how on earth it even made YouTube. Virtually no suspicion of you know, the real perps." He added, a soft chuckle joining it as he drunk a little more of his vodka, putting it back down once again as he nodded, Thom drinking a little of his vodka shot, Martin checking the time once again.
"To be short, he's been dealt with. Which is good, because the paperwork is off my desk, it's been all filed on my end. Nothing too violent in the way you extracted him, even the Pakistanis aren't angry. Which is great, because they're likely to shit themselves at the worst of things. That was why I asked for you not to go guns blazing on this one." He simply stated, as Thom looked over, somewhat agreeably, but interrogative.
"Couldn't you just delegate it back to HR?"

"Human Resources has it's limits, that fucker might be a goldmine as an intel resource but he isn't fucking human. I draw the line when you start cutting people's heads off. It's too sensitive, so I had to do it. In this fucking line of work, I swear we could do with PAs." Martin simply replied sharply, chuckling as he saw Thom have something hit his chain of thought.
"What, temps with big tits? George would be too busy fucking them anyway to help us out."
"Precisely. Your charm has no boundaries George to be perfectly honest with you; shagging that Princess in Monaco was fucking impressive though, all so we could go on with that work down there in dealing with that criminal ring. We aren't having a repeat of a small pornographic empire that Drevan created from sex tapes on hacked hard drives either, especially not with PAs of that kind. No matter how good it was at the time, we aren't going through that explanation again." Martin said, chucking, just reminiscing in his head about past times.
"Anyway- we could just get male ones instead to stop that from...well, distracting us, but they'd shit themselves every time they saw our lovely Cassie here. But Cassie is again, out of their league. Probably would half kill them before they tried. We don't need to speak about Prague again. Even I felt sorry for that guy that Cassie dealt with." Martin replied, shaking his head.
"Here's to temps with big tits and four kids." Thom said jokingly to break the conversation up, as he raised his glass, as even Martin didn't put his glass up. Shrugging, Thom downed the rest of the shot, as Martin took the expensive bottle back into his hands. Unscrewing the lid, he refilled everyone's measures, up to a double standard, before placing it back on the wooden table. 

"Yeah. Well, regardless. We need our heads in the game again. We're going to have work to do soon. Lot more juicy work that they will want us to follow up on. Will keep us busy." Martin continued the flow of the convorsation, as he sipped his vodka a little, Thom also joining him in having a short swig of the spirit, Martin looking at the team once more.
"And no doubt, there are people of a certain nature that I'm sure are going to have very bright futures, once our mutual friends spills what he knows."