Behind Closed Doors (AU)|| A Kingsman FanFic

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I held my breath, still hearing Valentine and Gazelle talk about some kind of party. I choked on my tears and slammed the computer shut. Eggsy laced his fingers with mine and led me downstairs. He pulled out my chair and set a drink in front of me.

"What is it," I mumbled.

"Does it matter," he grumbled quietly, downing his. I did the same.

"Arthur? Are you there," Merlin asked.

"Sadly, I am. Assemble the Kingsmen," Arthur reluctantly announced.

"Lancelot," I sniffled.

"Gw-Kay," she corrected herself.

"Be on guard," I warned and raised another full glass, "To Galahad."

I took off my glasses and placed them in my breast pocket. Eggsy and I stood up at the same time, looking to each other.

"You're on Arthur, I can't see him right now. I'll go find Rox and Merlin," I ordered. We split up and I went straight to the two other agents.

"At ease, Lancelot," Merlin ordered and Roxy put the gun down.

He pulled up the footage of Eggsy and Arthur. We were late to the party because Arthur's head had hit the table and Eggsy was peeling something from his neck. He ran out of the room with the chip and phone to us. Roxy raised her gun and Eggsy put up his hands. I grabbed the phone and the chip with caution and handed them over to Merlin.

"It's okay, Lancelot. Put it down. It's verified," she put it down, "Arthur's phone is receiving update texts about getting to safety. We don't have a lot of time."

"What are you going to do," Eggsy asked us.

"Question is: What are we going to do," I insisted.

"She's right. God knows who's in Valentine's pocket and who's not. We have no choice. We are gonna have to deal with this ourselves. Follow me," Merlin ordered. We followed him into a private jet. He handed Roxy a large yellow device that looked like a video game controller.

"What the fuck is this," Eggsy asked, moving the stick.

"I have no idea," Roxy shrugged.

"What you're playing with... is a prototype personal transatmospheric vehicle. It was developed as part of Reagan's Star Wars project. It's pretty basic, but it should still work. We're gonna take out one of Valentine's satellites. We're gonna break the chain, stop the signal. It'll take him a couple of hours to reroute it... which buys us enough time for you to get me into Valentine's mainframe... so I can shut it down. Lancelot, you're going to be using it. Get into your halo suit," Merlin explained in a timely manner. Roxy huffed, getting past the fear boiling in her chest.

"It seems the implant can emit some kind of counter signal... to ensure the wearer remains unaffected by the waves from the SIM cards," Merlin explained as he examined the chip.

"The waves that turn everyone into a psycho killer," Eggsy remembered.

"Quite. But what he probably didn't tell anyone... is it can also super heat their soft tissue at his command. Valentine selected his chosen few to get the countdown warning... but he had to be sure they didn't blab to the wrong people beforehand," Merlin replied.

"How does this help us right now," Eggsy asked.

"It doesn't," I muttered and sat back down.

"Roxy, here we go," Merlin called and went to land the plane. We all got out and Merlin helped Roxy with the suit.

"The higher you go, the more the balloons expand. When you reach the edge of the atmosphere... they'll explode. You'll need to deploy your missile just before that, okay," Merlin told her.

"Edge of the atmosphere," she repeated.

"And once you've deployed, you'll need to release for descent, fast. Good luck," Merlin added and got to the plane. Eggsy and I grabbed each of her hands.

"You can do this, okay," Eggsy assured.

"You're gonna be fine, promise," I agreed as she went up.

"Yeah," she smiled, not letting go until we couldn't hold on anymore.

"Eggsy, Kay, come on. Time is not our friend," Merlin called. We got back into the plane and sat back down as Merlin got ready.

"You're getting in on Arthur's invitation. You're gonna need to blend in," he told Eggsy.

"I'm supposed to be Arthur," Eggsy asked in confusion.

"His invitation is in his phone. You give them this," Merlin handed over the phone, "Give his real name, Chester King."

"Do I get to sit out on this one," I asked.

"Unfortunately, no. You're alias will be Arthur's secretary," Merlin replied.

"Do people look at me and think 'secretary'," I asked in irritation.

"Would you rather pose as his wife," Merlin insisted.

"Yes. Yes, I would," I replied.

"Fine, Chester and Tanya King it is," Merlin decided and rolled his eyes.

"What about you," Eggsy asked.

"I'm your pilot. I'm gonna stay here," Merlin replied.

"Is that gonna fit me?"

"A bespoke suit always fits. Just be grateful Harry had it made for you," he handed us our outfits, "Get dressed."

I went to the bathroom and opened up the case. There lied a beautiful blue dress, my signet ring, a fancier pair of glasses, and the perfect pair of heels. I quickly got dressed, did my hair, and makeup.

"Gwen, we don't have all day," Merlin reminded me. I rolled my eyes and walked out.

"You look stunning, madam," he said, standing up.

"Why, thank you," I smiled as I heard Eggsy come out. I turned around and smiled, seeing how amazing he looked. I've always loved a guy in a good suit. His jaw dropped and he was speechless.

I went up to him and adjusted his collar and asked, "How do I look?"

"Like the princess you were born to be," he got out and smiled. My cheeks flared up as I turned on my glasses.

"Rox, you there," I asked.

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Rox, it's me. How's the view," Eggsy asked.

"Hideous," she muttered.

Eggsy took a step back and smirked, "Mine's pretty sweet."

"Have they made you one of these suits yet," I asked, looking at him.

"No, not yet," she replied.

"You got something to look forward to," I grinned.

"We're coming up on Valentine's base," Merlin announced.

"Gotta go. Good luck, Rox," I told her and faced him.

"Looking good, Eggsy," he praised.

"Feeling good, Merlin," Eggsy smirked.

We had started to land and saw the actual base. It was huge and heavily guarded.

"Fuck me," Eggsy groaned.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, Merlin. We're fucked," I complained and took another sip of my scotch.