Nathalia's eyes open and she finds herself cable tied to a chair as Eggsy and Merlin were trying to explain their situation to the man who had captured them.
"A bottle in a secret wall?" The man's disbelief was clear in his tone. "You really expect me to take that seriously? I think your story is horse shit. Y'all just trying to cover for a failed rescue mission. You here for the lepidopterist ain't you?"
The trio all look at each other before their eyes turn back to the man in front of them.
"Okay, so your mystery bottle, look anything like that one right there?"
"Yes," Eggsy says. "Same brand much older"
"Alright, lets see here,"
Nathalia carefully twists her wrist and begins to slowly cut at the ziptie on her left wrist.
"You know why the measurement of alcohol content's called proof?"
The man holds the bottle up before pouring it over his three captives.
"Oh fuck off!"
"I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Oh, for Pete's sake,"
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"Comes back from the old days when pirates wanted to test the strength of their rum," The man continues as he begins to take sips from the bottle. "They used to pour a little bit out on gunpowder. That'll make you want to slap your mama right there boy. And if the gunpowder burnt when they set it alight, they considered it proof that their run was good and strong"
Nathalia turns her face away as the man tosses more whisky onto her.
"I ain't got no gunpowder on me," The man continues. "But I'm sure you three will make just as impressive of a sound when I set you on fire"
Nathalia scoffs with a roll of her eyes.
"Or y'all could just tell me who the fuck y'all really are and how the hell y'all found us"
"Look for the last time," Merlin says. "We have nothing to protect but our honour. So you can take your cheap horse piss that you call whisky, which by the way is spelt without an e, and is nothing compared to a single malt scotch, and you can go fuck yourself"
Nathalia snickers at Merlin's words and the man grabs her hair. Nathalia winces as Eggsy begins to wriggle in his bindings.
Before the man can react, Nathalia turns her head and sinks her teeth into his hand.
"Fuck!"
He lets go of Nathalia before turning to Eggsy.
"What about you?"
"Me?" Eggsy asks. "Nah, I love a jack and coke bruv. But I do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself. Especially after you laid your hand on Nat"
"Alright, y'all ain't got nothing to protect other than your honour," The man says. "Let's see what happens when we change things up"
The man presses a button to reveal Harry Hart on the other side of the two way mirror, shaving his chin in a padded cell.
Nathalia's eyes widen before she glared at the man.
"Fuck me,"
"What the fuck?"
"Harry?"
"Y'all got three seconds to tell me the truth," The man says.
"Harry!" Eggsy shouts.
"He can't hear you but I can so talk,"
"HARRY!"
"GET DOWN HARRY"
"That's two, three,"
"Stop!" A woman walks in and begins to pat Nathalia down with a towel. "Their story checks ou. I opened out doomsday scenario locker and that umbrella was in it. Kingsman it's got our logo on it. I'm really sorry"
"My apologies boys and lady," The man says. "I hope there ain't no hard feelings. I was just doing my job. Welcome to the Statesman, independent intelligence agency. Just like y'all i reckon. But our founders went into the booze business. Thank the sweet lord above. This is Ginger Ale"
Nathalia can't hide the small smirk of her face, humoured by the code name.
"She's our strategy executive,"
"Hello,"
"I'm Agent Tequila,"
"You're shitting me," Nathalia sighs. "You do all that cool shit, beat our asses and your fucking name is Agent Tequila?"
"This is the part where you untie us," Eggsy says.
"God I've been waiting," Nathalia says, standing up causing the other occupants to stare at her. "I just wanted to see where it was going"
