Who's In The Mood For Saving The World | A Eggsy Unwin Fanficiton

Chapter 1: The Selection Process

Chapter 1: The Selection Process 

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Argentina, 17 Years Later

"So sorry Professor Arnold," Said the man who took the cloth off the Professor's head and was trying to gently rip the tape off his mouth. The man and his colleagues had the said Professor tied to a chair in the middle of a room in a cabin in the snowy Argentinean mountains. "Just a tiny bit more." He stated sincerely as he continued to slowly rip the tape off his mouth. 

The Professor finally spoke up. "Oh. For God's sakes, just rip it off." He said in annoyance, but it come out in a muffle. 

"I'm under very strict instructions not to hurt you." He informed the Professor.

"Look, you've made a mistake," Professor Arnold informed the man with a panic and confused tone in his voice. "I'm a university instructor. I've got no money." He tells the man.

The man shakes his head. "This isn't about money. Our boss just wants to talk to you."

"Am I meant to find that reassuring?" The Professor asked sarcastically. 

"He'll be here soon. He'll explain." He said simply. "Do you like whiskey?" He asked.

The Professor nods slightly. 

The man smirks. "Red," He calls out to one of his colleagues. "Get the '62 Dalmore." He instructs.

Red gets up from his seat in a flash and walks out of the room to grab the whiskey. 

"Mm." Professor Arnold hummed impressed. 

"Honestly this whiskey it's amazing," The man tells the Professor. "You will shit." He said seriously as a rhythmic knocking comes from outside the door. In return makes both Professor Arnold and the man look towards the door in unison. 

The man gets up from where he was kneeling in front of the Professor slowly and walks towards the door while reaching behind him and grabbing his gun that he has in the back of his pants. The man then reaches for the door knob and opens the door and a man dressed in a sharp tailored suit stands at the other end. 

"I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far." He said with a smile. 

The man looks at him and quickly pulls his gun out from behind him, but the man with the suit pulls out his own and blocks the man's gun with his. He then pulls his gun and shoots the man in the stomach five times and the man lands on the ground with a thud. 

The man in the suit is now in the living room and shoots the other man that was sitting on a chair behind Professor Arnold in the head, the man lands on the floor with a thud as well. The other men spring up from their seats and they too are shot and knocked to the ground in a matter of seconds. 

After loading and cocking his gun back in place the man looks at Professor Arnold with a smirk. "Professor Arnold," He says in a successful voice. "I'm here to take you home." He finishes and the Professor sighs in relief. 

But, that relief his short lived when they hear a door close and footsteps approaching them quickly. The man in the suit gets up in a flash and once the man walks into the room holding a cup of whiskey on a tray, the man in the suit shoots him in the head with not so much as a thought. The man falls to the ground with a thud, but before the cup of whiskey could fall along with him the suited man grabs it with ease. 

He brings it up to his nose and sniffs it lightly. "Hmm. 1962 Dalmore." He sighs. "It'd be a sin to spill any. Don't you think?" He asked before taking a sip.