Theatre of War ➳| Kingsman ·Eggsy Unwin·

ch. XVIII -- Mrs. & Mr. King

Next moment Merlin called out that it's time for the show.

Climbing down the steps of plane Eggsy gave his name:

"Chester King."

"Mr. King, welcome." He was greeted by a woman and handed phone to her while turning around and giving a hand to Sophie.

"Mrs. King." The woman nodded. Sophie smiled politely.

"I'm sure you've heard of Valentine's strict no-weapons policy, but if you don't object..." woman said eyeing both guests.

"Of course." Eggsy answered and shot a look at Sophie.

Checking if both of them had any weapons, woman handed the phone back to Eggsy and asked soon after:

"Do you have any luggage?"

"Congratulations, Mycroft, you just graduated from my pilot to my valet." Eggsy turned back to plane to look at Merlin. Sophie tried not to laugh at Merlin's expression.
"Understood?" Eggsy ordered.
"Good." He continued with a wink and turned back around, extending his hand for Sophie to grab.
Both of them were following woman from earlier. Walking through lengthy corridors, passing by the rooms with muffled screams and shouts and voices. Eggsy tried not to mind them, at least for now, but it kind of didn't work for Sophie.Absentmindedly she pressed herself closer to Eggsy's side. Upon noticing this he unhooked his hand from hers and gently wrapped it around her waist, as if saying "well save them, don't worry." Sophie sent his way a small appreciative nod.
Staring at the floor in front of her, girl tried to clear her head and prepare for what was coming. But as much as she tried, she couldn't. All her thoughts wandered to the person that was next to her. And she knew, that all those thoughts that kept her awake in late night, where coming to her at day time, and that she was fucked now. She always thought about him before falling asleep. The words he said, the way he looked, the things he did. All the times they laughed together, all the times he made her smile. It was about him. Always him. And it felt stupid. Like she was a stupid teenage girl crushing on the school's bad boy. She found herself asking the same old question a lot lately: what the fuck did he do to make her fall for him? For a second, she looked up at him and quietly admiring him, swallowing hard and willing herself not to cry, Sophie looked straight ahead. Awaiting on something that will take her pain away.
Closely following the lady, they were led into a big banquet hall of sorts. Letting her eyes wander around the room, Sophie knew they were fucked if Eggsy doesn't have some tricks upon his sleeve. Next second both of them were confronted by a waiter who asked what they would like to drink. And, well... Sophie doesn't know shit about drinks.
"Martini. Gin, not vodka. Obviously. Stirred for ten seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth." Eggsy answered not missing a beat.
"And as for lady?" Waiter turned to Sophie. Small panic took over.
"She'll have French Seventy-Five and make it dry." Eggsy answered smoothly.
"Right away."
"What's French Seventy-Five?" Sophie quickly asked.
"Drink with sparkling wine. Named after the WWI French 75 mm field gun. I figured... since you like guns..." Eggsy trailed off.
"Quite a punch." Sophie looked up at him.
"Yes, exactly." Eggsy grinned at her. Soon after taking his own drink and handing the other one for Sophie.
"Thank you." Eggsy smiled and led Sophie further.
"Merlin, are you clocking this?" Eggsy asked to Merlin.
"Yes, I am. Stay focused." Merlin said to him.
"Is everything alright?" Sophie asked since she didn't have the Kingsman glasses.
Eggsy nodded and walked further, once again wrapping his hand around Sophie.
Sophie discreetly glanced at his hand and sipped on her drink, savoring the taste of it. But the small glance didn't go unnoticed by Eggsy.
"Just tell if I cross the line, yeah?" Eggsy whispered his eyes never looking down at her.
"Alright." Sophie answered in small voice. Look who was being professional now.
"Eggsy, get me online now." Merlin reminded.
"Yep, I'm on it." Eggsy answered and looked up.
"Come on." He asked for Sophie to follow him.
"Society's dead. Long live society." Eggsy looked down at man sitting by laptop.
Man let out a chuckle:
"Amen to that."
"I'm Morten Lindstrm." He soon continued and extend hand towards Eggsy.
"Chester King." Eggsy shook his hand and added, gesturing to Sophie:
"my lovely wife."
Sophie smiled politely.
"How'd you get online? I couldn't." Eggsy asked.
"It's closed network, you see. Pre-authorized connections only." Mr. Lindstrm explained. Eggsy nodded.
"Do you have correct time? I think I'm still in my last time zone." Eggsy quickly followed.
Sophie took half-step away from him.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's see." Man answered and looked down at his watch. Eggsy used this exact moment to shoot a dart from his watch at the man.
"Took you long enough." Sophie mumbled as Eggsy slid into the booth.
"Oh, shut up." Eggsy rolled his eyes at her playfully. Quickly glancing at the body besides them Sophie whispered raising her eyebrows:
"Comes in handy."
"Give me the flash drive, Unwin." Sophie looked at the Eggsy. Receiving the small device, Sophie connected it to computer and soon after slid it to Eggsy.
"Here. I'll stay on watch."
Looking around the corner and across the railing Sophie in her head was analyzing every person.
"Fuck." She said after a second when she looked the way they had come.
"What is it?' Eggsy asked looking at her for a second, wanting to see what she was looking at.
"No, no, no." Sophie pushed him back with her hand on his chest. With pout and furrow of his brow, Eggsy kept looking at her.
"What is he doing here?" Sophie was still investigating.
"Who?" Eggsy whispered.
"Fucking hell..." Sophie hissed looking around the booth for a way of escape. Her eyes landed on Eggsy.
'Another thing for my regret list.' She thought briefly.
"Lean back." Sophie ordered.