Bang bang || Agent Whiskey -DISCONTINUED

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BANG BANG
Locks

The three had returned back to Statesman and has taken a trip with Harry and Merlin to the saloon. Eggsy and Merlin were explaining what had happened to him, seeing as he had gotten his memory back, and what was happening recently.

"Now that we've finished the debreif, Harry, here's a couple of welcome back gifts." Eggsy spoke over the table to the side occupied by Whiskey and Harry. Eggsy was sat with Merlin, leaving Brandy to sit in a pulled up chair at the end. "A brand-new Kingsman watch. Advanced software, it can hack into anything with a microchip. It is the bollocks."

Both Americans present gave a look to each other, not knowing what 'it is the bollocks' meant. "And, Merlin." Merlin pulled out a case of sorts. It had been a case of glasses. As Harry removed his eyepatch, Brandy couldn't help herself but to look. He placed the glasses on, one side being blacked out.

"Thank you, Merlin, Eggsy. How do I look." Harry smiled towards his comrades.

"You look-" Eggsy was interrupted by an incredibly rude patron of the saloon.

(Content warning, f-slur used a man being a creep and a misogynist)

"Like some f*gg*t lookin' for an eye fuckin'." The man stood up, making his way towards the table. When he approached he looked down to Brandy. "Look at you, sugar, gonna meet me in the back of my truck and let me have my way with you?"

Everyone present at the table gave him a horrified look. "What? Not my fault she's dressed like a whore." He laughed to himself. "Now, why don't you get out of our bar before I take out your other one?"

"Now, is that anyway to talk to a woman or to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?" Whiskey questioned the man, looking straight at him.

"Okay." The creepy man bent down to eye level with Brandy and Charlie, "Suck my southern dick," he then turned away from Harry to Brandy, "Bitch."

"Oh,I don't think that'll be necessary." Harry was repulsed by his language. "Good day, sir." Harry nodded and walked off towards the entrance. Brandy was seething on her seat. She didn't want to give the misogynistic man a respect of a reply.

"Well? What are you ladies waitin' for?" He held his belt nudging Brandy with his elbow.

"Manners..." Harry locked one bolt of the door. "Maketh..." the next one, causing the other patrons of the bar to stand up. "Man." Locking the final bolt. "Do you know what that means?" He was still facing the door, not getting an answer. "Then let me teach you a lesson." He slid off a beer cup and flung it towards the table he was sat at prior. Brandy had caught the cup. "Are we going to stand around here all day? Or are we going to-"

Harry was suddenly punched in the face but a big burly man at the bar, causing a bar fight to start. He had gotten a good few hits with his umbrella but was pushed into the bar and a man proceeded to punch his face. This was stopped when a rope was used to pull Harry away from the man. The rope belonging to Agent Whiskey.

Both southern agents were stood side by side, one reeling in his lasso the other holding a beer jug still. "Well, pick him up." Brandy spoke towards her companions.

"That is not what I call a Kentucky welcome, or a way to talk to a woman." Whiskey gestured towards Harry and Brandy. "Manners maketh man. Let me translate that for you."

The first man from earlier came running up to Brandy and Whiskey, not expecting the next move. The glass jug that was in Brandy's hand had ended up in pieces as she put in on his head out of rage of his previous actions.

This had caused another bar fight between all the southerners. Whiskey was taking them with his lasso and Brandy with punches and kicks. Goss was shattering and chairs were being thrown around as the two fought.

What Brandy had failed to realise that one of the men was coming up behind her with a sharp dagger. Whiskey had seen this and lassoed her towards him, the sound of something cutting happened. What had cut?

Whiskey was finished with the last guy, all could relax. Looking around the room, she saw one thing that had worried her. The cutting sound was her hair. The cut was uneven and staggered. She was lucky it was only her hair and she wasn't dead on the floor. Her hair was just longer than her collar bones, but it would end up shorter to have it even.

She was so much in her own world, she didn't realise the Golden circle broadcast to the president.

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