𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧

The door creaks open, Harry sitting on a couch, empty glass in his hand. "I've only ever known one tailor before, but I know you lot aint them." he smiles, putting hands in his jacket pocket.

"Come with me." Harry puts the finished glass on a table, opening a fitting room's door and standing infront of the three mirrors. "Come on in."

"What do you see?" he looks at Eggsy though the mirror, "Someone who wants to know what the fuck is going on." he shakes his head, confused.

"I see a young man with potential. A young man who is loyal, who can do as he's asked. And who wants to do something good with his life." he pauses, thinking of an appropriate film. "Did you see the film Trading Places? How about Nikita? Pretty Woman?" But with every title, Eggsy shook his head. He sighs looking down, hopeless.

"My point is, the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path, but you needn't stay on it. If you're prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform." Eggsy nods his head, understanding now.

"Oh, like in My Fair Lady!" he smiles, excited to finally know what was happening.
"Well, you're full of surprises. Yes, like My Fair Lady, Only in this case I'm offering you the opportunity to become a kingsman."

"A tailor?" he turns to actually look at Harry, again, lost.
"A kingsman agent." he shakes his head, turning back to the mirror and smiling. "Like a spy?" "Of sorts." Eggsy scoffs.

"Interested?" he puts his hand on the teenagers shoulder. "You think I've got anything to lose?" Harry waits a beat, smiling at his new recruit, putting his hand on the mirror to scan, the room now slowly making it's way down a shaft.

"Since 1849, Kingsman tailors have clothed the world's most powerful individuals. By 1919, a great number of them had lost their heirs to World War One. That meant a lot of money going uninherited, and a lot of powerful men with a desire to preserve peace and protect life. Our founders realized that they could channel that wealth and influence for the greater good. And so began our other venture. An independent, international intelligence agency, operating at the highest level of discretion. Above the politics and bureaucracy that undermine the integrity of government-run spy organisations. The suit is a modern gentleman's armour, and the Kingsman agents are the new knights."

"How deep does this fucking thing go?" Eggsy grows impatient, beggining to become bored of the situation, wanting to finally see where he was going. "Deep enough." they finally stop at a room, one of the large metal transports across from the men. Eggsy follows Harry into the tube, uncomfortable in the small space, but it was make do. The air hisses, tube moving extremely fast and getting them to their destination in seconds.

"Shit, we're late." Harry observed the empty room, it should've been full of the other recruits, but the emptiness only meant that they were the last to arrive. Eggsy stops at the window, looking down on the hundreds of vehicles and planes, absolutely amazed.

"Your father had the exact same look on his face. As did I and Alice. Now let's go." He opens a door, Merlin and Alice greeting the two, holding a clipboards.

"Galahad, Late again sir. I have decided that Guinevere will be helping me train. So goodluck to you." he spoke with a scottish accent, smiling at Eggsy.

Alice smiles at her friend, nodding her head to the door which Eggsy walks through, smiling back. She felt bad for him, ofcourse she knew Dean was abusive but no one thought he would hit Eggsy, and now she was feeling responsible.

"Fall in." the two enter the room, Alice closing the door. "Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Merlin, this here is Guinevere. You are about to embark on what is probably the most dangerous job interview in the world." he turns to Alice, letting her finish off the 'speech'.