Primal instinct - Kingsman

Chapter 1

It should have been an ordinary mission. It had been well planned. It was incredibly dangerous. Fate of the free world at stake and everything. Just another Thursday evening. Intelligence straight from the desk of the director of MI6 had made its way to the Kingsmen, and it was worrying, to say the least. A small, well-funded terrorist cell had not only managed to purchase an extremely dangerous new type of bio-weapon, but also smuggle it through customs. Information provided by an undercover MI6 agent inside the cell indicated that they were out of time. Buyers were lined up and distribution was set to begin early Friday morning.

Harry and Eggsy had run, low and silent, along a shadow-drenched embankment around the north side of the property, avoiding a single patrolling guard and two security cameras. Once out of sight, they had spilt up as soon as they'd gotten over the fence, wordlessly moving as a unit to separate entrances of the warehouse, set to draw attention and divide the enemy between them so a five-man insertion team could sneak in through the roof. Roxy was two miles back the way they had come, sitting silently in a parcel delivery truck, ready to move in and whisk them away when their mission was complete.

Eggsy had clamored noisily up a rusty set of metal stairs, and slammed dramatically through an equally rusty door, making sure to let it hit the wall with a resounding CLANG. He had stared down a long hallway, dimly lit with flickering florescent lights and everything. So cliché. Bodies had poured from the evenly spaced doorways and voices had shouted in a language Eggsy didn't know yet, so he had just cracked his neck, smiled, and set to work. Everything went smoothly on his end, and he was in good spirits as his last opponent fell at his feet, unconscious. Then Merlin was in his ear, an edge to his voice that Eggsy hadn't heard in a long time, and everything went wrong.

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Eggsy is sitting at the long meeting table, tapping his fingers angrily on the polished wood. Representatives from other Kingsman branches had just finished blinking out of existence when he'd opened his mouth, only to be silenced by Merlin's hand in the air, followed by a sympathetic look from Roxy.

"Here." Merlin sighs, sliding a slim, black flash drive across the table to Eggsy, and frowning when he winces reaching for it. "Why aren't you wearing your sling? Your shoulder was completely dislocated not two hours ago." Eggsy only shrugs, which is stupid, because it makes him wince again. He stands without answering and strides quickly from the room, Roxy following close behind.

"I'm not waiting for a debrief and a bloody report on what happened, Rox." He mumbles, his strides long and fast, forcing her to jog to keep up with him.

"I know." Is all she says.

In his room, Eggsy waits for Roxy to squeeze past him, then kicks the door closed and locks it, moving quickly to his desk, where his laptop is waiting. The clothes he'd been wearing at the warehouse were in a messy pile on his bed, left where he'd thrown them when Merlin had insisted he go down and shower, just to make sure he didn't have any residue on him. He is now in his favorite tracksuit, which is easier on his aching body than the restrictive tactical clothing. Roxy moves the pile aside to make room for herself to sit on the bunk. The flash drive is plugged in and loading its contents onto the screen before Eggsy's ass even hits his small desk chair, and he hits play on the feed from Harry's glasses. He skips forward through their ride with Roxy in the truck, their stealthy approach along the embankment, climbing the fence, and splitting toward separate doors. As soon as Harry reached his door, Eggsy slows the speed to normal, and they watch the disaster unfold on his screen.

Harry's door opens into a large, brightly lit hangar. The display on his lenses instantly counts fifteen enemy combatants, and one undercover MI6 agent, non combatant, all crowded around a cluster of small tables. Surprise registers on the faces around the room, and Harry is already moving, taking out the two closest to the door within seconds, and flipping up a metal table to shield himself from the first hail of gunfire.