Love Me, Little Butterfly - KINGSMAN

Kentucky

Going to Kentucky, the place where Harry got killed, is not exactly easy for any of us, least of all for me. In the morning, after sobering up, I speak to Hamish about what happened between us the night before, and tell him that to me, he stays a very good friend, nothing less but also nothing more. I'm still not over Harry and it wouldn't be right to use my closest friend as a replacement for someone that is not replaceable, at least not yet. Hamish fully understands and explains that he would have never acted this way if it hadn't been for the alcohol. "I'm really sorry Jane, I was being a complete asshole. I knew that you still love Harry and that" "Shhh.", I press my finger against his lips and stop his babbling. "I kissed you back, after all. Could have also smacked your pretty face." Teasing, I nudge his shoulder. Hamish starts to chuckle. "What?" I am confused. "What are you laughing at now?" "Well", grinning, he pulls the collar of my shirt aside, revealing part of my neck. "That's a nice hickey I gave you there."

The distillery where the Whiskey bottle from our safe came from is called "Statesman" and appears to be one of the leading brands of the region. We follow a guide around the property until we find the place we're looking for and open the door with our new Kingsman watch. A specific program on Merlin's tablet tells us that there's a huge underground structure right beneath us, with the entrance in one of the big Whisky barrels in front of us. As Hamish tries to open it with an axe, one of the Statesman staff steps into the room.

The guy doesn't believe a word of what we're saying. Instead, he points a gun at us and tells us to get on our knees. Eggsy, Hamish and I share a look, before we start our defense plan. It doesn't work. He knocks us out, all three, before we can even blink with the eye. Then, he takes us to an interrogation room and ties us to chairs.

"Look, I know your story is all bullshit. You're here for the lepidopterist, aren't you?" We don't understand a thing of what he's saying. The Statesman guy pulls out a Whisky bottle. "So, the bottle you had in your safe... was it one of these?" "Yes, same brand, much older.", Eggsy answers for the third time in a row, starting to get annoyed. The guy nods. "Alright, let's see." He opens the bottle and takes a sip. "Mmmh" Then he spills the content over the three of us. "Oh, fuck off!", my brother swears before I call him a "Bloody bastard". "Whoa there, pretty girl. Watch your mouth, or I'll have to shut it." Grinning like a pervert, he grabs my chin and turns my face in his direction. Hamish shifts in his seat, trying to pull him away from me, but his wrists are tied to the armrest. "Get your dirty hands off her!", he finally protests. The guy just keeps smiling. "Your girlfriend, I suppose? Very handsome thing, where'd you find her?" I snap. "Just fuck off already, will you? And if you touch me one more time, I'm going to bite off your dirty fingers, asshole." That earns me a proud smile from Eggsy and a chuckle from Hamish. The Statesman guy stares at me for a while before he replies. "You really don't care, do you? I could set you all three on fire, right away, but you don't give a fucking shit. Maybe you'll start talking if we change things up." And with that he presses a button and the darkened glass behind his back suddenly becomes see-through.