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EGGSY
And here Eggsy was, almost praying for his life as he wished for the fighting to just stop for one minute so he could get out of here. But he was completely pinned down, with gunfire either side of him and his umbrella in tatters.
In his panic, he had sent a text to a mobile phone he had slipped into Harry’s pocket when he gave him one of his suits before he left, because there was just this feeling in his gut that was telling him that he needed to do that, because he was going to need to contact Harry. Even though the mission brief said this was just a standard mission, Eggsy’s gut was telling him that something was going to go wrong, and he had always trusted his gut.
So, much to the rest of the agent’s surprise, he whipped out his phone and sent the fastest text in history.
TO : HARRY
harry we need u
Harry would know what to do with that information, he always did.
“Who the fuck is so important that you need to text them during a firefight?” Roxy yelled at him, from her position crouched against the back of a table.
“You’ll see,” Eggsy replied, dropping the phone and pointing his gun back up to face the hoards of incoming goons, emptying his clip into four of them.
“Merlin?” Roxy asked, and Eggsy’s blood ran cold. If Harry didn’t turn up, he would have to have a psych eval and a whole load of other tests to make sure that he was still fit for duty. The logical explanation to the Kingsman doctors was PTSD, with a healthy side of hallucinations. But Harry was real, he was real as can be, and if he didn’t turn up to get Eggsy out of this mess, he would be stuck in even more, even if he did get out of this alive.
“Not important Roxy,” Merlin said over the comms, picking up on what Roxy was trying to ask him but dismissing it almost immediately. “What is important is the fact that you two are going to have your only opening to get it and run if you go when the three guys behind you are dead. I can give you two minutes, maybe three, but no more than that.”
Roxy emptied her clip and began to run, not even bothering to check who was dead or not. Eggsy followed suit, leaving the phone where it was. Harry wouldn’t reply, he knew that. He knew he was busy.
But the moment he lost sight of the phone, it buzzed.
FROM : HARRY
on my way
Roxy and Eggsy darted through the corridors, Merlin feeding them all of the information that they needed to know to get out of this mess.
“Left,” Merlin called. “Left again. Right. Left, then two rights.”
Eggsy felt himself getting tired, but he couldn’t stop running, not now. Roxy was clutching her side with one hand, her gun in another, raised and ready to fire at any moment.
“Galahad, Lancelot,” Percival’s voice came flitting over the comms, and Roxy gave an involuntary sigh of relief. “How close are you to the target?”
“Almost there, you?” she replied.
“Further out than you, but if you take the back exit, then Kay and I can cover your exit,” Percival said calmly.
“Okay, copy that,” Roxy said, darting down the hall. They could see the door, and were poised to move into it when…
“WAIT,” Merlin yelled, and Eggsy had to take a moment to clutch his ear as it stopped ringing. “There’s someone in the room, unidentified male, early to middle twenties. I can’t get a match right now, but I can tell you he has the target, and is chucking it up and down like it’s a bloody ball. Asshole.”
And Eggsy’s heart began to soar, because he knew exactly was in that room. If Merlin’s description was correct, then the only person that could be was Harry, even if he didn’t know the target was a bomb. But that was okay, because it meant he had come to get them out of this mess.
“I’m going in,” Eggsy said calmly, waiting for the scolding that was about to come. And come it did, in the form of Roxy blocking the door and Merlin shooting curses through his ear.
“What are you thinking Eggsy?” Roxy said incredulously, standing firmly in the doorway and waiting for further instructions from Merlin. “You can’t go in there.”
“Sorry Rox,” Eggsy apologised, before ducking down and kicking the door open.
“SHIT,” Merlin cursed over the comms, “WHAT THE FUCK EGGSY!”
But Eggsy wasn’t listening anymore, instead had already ducked into the room underneath Roxy’s arm and pulled his gun out so that it was pointing directly at Harry.
“That was a real risk you took,” Harry said calmly, smirking at Eggsy.
“Yeah, but I knew it was going to pay off,” Eggsy winked, noting that Roxy was standing behind him, confusion all over her face and her gun raised, safety off.
“Eggsy, who’s this?” she asked as calmly as she could manage.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Eggsy retorted, motioning for Harry to chuck him the target, which he did.
“Target acquired,” Eggsy said into the comms, and he could hear on the other end that Merlin had begun to shake himself out of his stupor, and was getting back to the task at hand, even though Eggsy knew that his mind was probably whirring at a hundred miles a minute.
“Seven men approaching from the front entrance, another five from the back. You three are going to have a firefight on your hands,” Merlin said over the comms, and Eggsy relayed the information to Harry.
“Great. Just great,” Harry said sarcastically, checking his clip and gun. “I’ll do my best to not get you killed.”
Eggsy could feel the confusion from everyone else but him, and he knew that even though he would probably watch him die yet again, this time it might be okay. It would hurt just a little bit less to know that even if he got shot multiple times, he’d still wake up in some water and be there to eat tea with him.
“Go!” Harry said, gesturing to the door, and Eggsy took Roxy’s hand and ran. He emptied his clip into a bunch of goons, as did Roxy beside him, and acted on auto pilot, not hesitating to shoot anyone in his way.
Eventually that stopped being necessary, once the pair entered the courtyard, because Percival was able to cover their six from his position. Eggsy had no idea where he was, but as long as he wasn’t getting shot, it didn’t matter.
“Eggsy, that man who saved you, he’s dead,” came Merlin’s voice over the comms, and Eggsy smiled a sad sort of smile.
“We’ll have to make a stopover to recover him, but other than that, that isn’t really that much of a big deal,” Eggsy responded, and he heard Roxy let out a soft gasp. He knew that she would give him a tongue lashing for saying that, but only when they were on board the relative safety of the plane. She would be much too tired to do that while running.
And a tongue lashing he got.
“What the fuck were you thinking, just saying that it’s okay for a man to give up his life for you, and then dismissing it as no big deal? No big deal. Now that really irks me, it does. Because he died for you, and you just want to dismiss his life, just like you do with all of the men and women you kill. It’s all just about dealing with the grief isn’t it? You do it to deal with the grief of taking people’s lives. Well, here’s a newsflash Eggsy, you need to man up and deal with it just like the rest of us do. By actually dealing with it instead of putting it away forever and just letting all of that build up, because that never results in anything positive. Just, ugh!” Roxy yelled at him, before turning around and storming off.
“She’s right Eggsy,” Merlin said from his position at the computer. “You need to start dealing with all of these deaths, starting with Harry’s. He wouldn’t want you to be doing this, you know. He would want for you to accept it and move on.”
But to Merlin’s obvious surprise, Eggsy didn’t respond with and what would you know about what Harry wants? That was always Eggsy’s argument, but now, he didn’t need to use it.
“Can we just stop at that lake down there? The massive one. There’s something I need to do there,” Eggsy said quietly, staring out of the window, and Merlin didn’t reply.
It took a few seconds, but eventually the nozzle of the plane spun around and they began a rocky descent down to the ground. Eggsy could sense that they were all confused about what they were doing coming down here, but for some reason, none of them questioned it. They probably all assumed that it had something to do with Eggsy’s grieving process. And in a weird way, it did, just not in the way that they thought.
He rummaged around in the back for some clothes that would fit Harry, and walked out and sat by the lake and waited. And waited. And waited. It almost seemed like Eggsy had gotten the location wrong, that there was a swimming pool or another lake that was closer. But when he was about to give up, Harry’s head popped out and smiled at him.
“Nice of you to come and see me,” Harry said, grinning.
“Yeah well, I can’t just leave the love of my life naked in a lake in the middle of nowhere, can I?” Eggsy retorted, matching Harry’s grin. “Brought you something.”
“You really know the way to a man’s heart.”
Once Harry was dressed and ready, they boarded the plane hand in hand, which Eggsy honestly thought was something he was never going to get the chance to do in his lifetime.
“Eggsy? Who’s this?” Merlin was the first to speak, to ask the question that was on everyone’s minds.
Harry stuck his hand out. “Harry Hart. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”