The Modern Cocktail

Knocking Before You Enter

The 27th of June, 2015   

Since the Kingsman agents had to use a commercial airline, they had to wait until they sobered up, due to airline regulations. In that time though, they were able to get Nicolette and Eggsy a change of clothes.

Once they had arrived in Kentucky, they made their way to the Statesman Distillery. Since they didn't know any way to get to those that could help them, they simply signed up for one of the property tours.

The three were hanging behind the main tour group, doing their best to scrutinize any details that may have been important to them.

"Oh! Here's where we leave the casks to age," The tour guide pointed out as they passed a large warehouse like barn, "Unfortunately, we can't go in, as it's a temperature controlled environment. So let's move on to our world class stud farm and meet three of our Kentucky Derby winners."

"Let's give here a go," Nicolette said, nudging Merlin and nodding her head towards the cask storage building.

The three Kingsman agents approached a depressed area along the walls of the cask storage building.

Eggsy placed his hand on a circular cut of wood, which rolled back and out of the way at his touch.

The opening revealed a scanner.

Eggsy held up his Kingsman watch to the scanner and began to try and hack it.

"Biometric security scanner just to protect a few old barrels of whiskey?" Eggsy asked, "Pull the other one, love."

Merlin was tapping away on his tablet-clipboard.

Biometrics required a little more, finesse, to try and hack.

"Got it," Merlin said before the scanner glowed green.

The door then opened slightly, allowing the three Kingsman agents entrance to the building. As they walked in, the door closed behind them. Eggsy had his hand poised on his watch as they walked, Merlin was watching his tablet-clipboard, and Nicolette was keeping her senses on high-alert.

"Are you gettin' anythin'?" Eggsy asked.

"Not yet," Merlin said in a quiet voice.

"Fuckin' hell," Eggsy said, looking up a shelve of whiskey barrels.

"It's a shame it's not scotch."

"Both of you please keep quiet," Nicolette scolded in a quiet voice.

"Hang on," Merlin said, stopping in front of a larger barrel.

"Got something?"

"Aye. According to this, there's a huge underground structure right beneath us. And, if my calculations are correct," Merlin set down his clipboard and picked up an axe before approaching one of the larger barrels, "This, is the way in."

Eggsy and Nicolette both stood a small way back, giving Merlin room to swing the axe he had in his hands.

However, as soon as the axe made contact with the wood, whiskey started streaming out.

"Fuckin' hell, Merlin," Eggsy muttered.

"Shit," Merlin said, quickly using his hand to plug the hole he'd made.

"You know, my mama," A male voice with a strong southern drawl started.

Eggsy, Merlin, and Nicolette quickly tried to look casual, and not like the just tried to break into another intelligence agency's base.

"She always told me us southerners get our good manners from the British," The male continued, now being seen approaching the Kingsman agents, "I was thinkin', ain't that a pity. Y'all didn't keep nothin' for yourselves."