One year, two months and five days since Valentine's Day.

"For a den of drug lords and gangsters, this is not too shabby". Were her first thoughts.

She was in the middle of a rather lavish room. The walls were decorated with striking paintings, the seats were clearly costly and a rather ugly chandelier was hanging above their heads. It was clear the owner of the house had been pretending with all her might to be a woman of wealth and taste but she couldn't quite pull it off.

Still, it was much better than Roxy was expecting when Merlin's intel was relayed to her and she found out her mark was trapped in a mafia boss's house in Cancun. She thought she would find herself in a dirty bar surrounded by drunk drug dealers and scantily clad street walkers.

She was dressed in a simple black cocktail dress, less revealing than what she used to wear but by now she was used to it. A bulletproof dress wasn't of much use if it couldn't protect most of her body and it would be impossible for her not to draw attention if she strolled around in a suit.

Despite the fact that most of the guests were also pretending to be upper-class gentlemen and ladies, it was obvious that they were only faking it to humor the hostess. Roxy stood out not only because her dress was far more modest (in every sense) but also because she clearly knew how to behave in these situations.

She mentally scolded herself for thinking like this, just a year ago she had witnessed the lengths to which class differences and assumed superiority could damage the world. They were still cleaning the mess. Plus she was reminding herself of Charlie and the other twits during training and that just wouldn't do.

Her glasses were scanning the room, trying to identify any possible hidden hallway that could lead to prisons but the house just seemed to be a regular, if garishly decorated, mansion.

She thought of asking Merlin for ideas, but she doubted he'd have the time to give her a lead on this, he might not even answer since he was attending at least ten different cases at any given time. Since V-Day the remaining Kingsmen had barely had a few days of free time each.

She decided that, for now, she would personally go through the house, if there were no hidden prisons then the only other possibility was that her mark was trapped in a normal room; that was her best lead.

She was casually walking towards the stairs, doing curt small talk with the people on her way before she came face to face with Maria Hernandez, the drug queenpin to which this house belonged.

"Oh hello dear." Said Maria, in a thick hispanic accent. "I don't think I had seen you before, who are you again?"

"Oh, I'm Helena Sobiezky, the daughter of Boris. He couldn't come and send me in his stead, in case any new partnership could be made." Recited Roxy in a flat eastern accent after daintily kissing Maria in both cheeks. Boris Sobiezky was a former Ukrainian gangster who had been chased out of his country and traveled to Mexico, seeking to start over a new empire. Tracking him down and disabling him had been difficult.

"Fascinating, I didn't know mr. Sobiezky had any children." Interjected Hernandez, eyeing Roxy more closely.

"Well, after what happened at home he made sure that me and my siblings were well hidden. You understand." Smiled Roxy. That much was true, except for the part that Sobiezky didn't actually have any daughters, just three sons and all of them quite younger than Roxy, but Maria Hernandez needn't know that.

"Of course, dear. Well, send my regards to your father and tell him that I'm all ears to any proposition he might have." Finished Maria before returning Roxy's kisses and going to talk to other guests.

That had been awkward, but Roxy was sure she had kept her cover. While still pretending to just be mulling about, she quickly climbed the stairs and started checking the rooms, hoping that her glasses would give her a better lead.

After searching through an entire wing and finding nothing more interesting than a threesome in one of the rooms, she finally stumbled upon trail.

A couple of men in trench coats with assault rifles slung across their backs were hurriedly walking in the other direction. They didn't pay her any attention before disappearing around a corner. She waited a few seconds before following them.

After going over two more hallways she heard talking just around the corner she was in right now. It was spanish, which she didn't understand. She cursed under her breath and waited for something to happen.

After a few minutes she heard laughing and then realized that she hadn't heard any female voice, there were only guys in there. If her intuition amounted to something, these guys must have been Hernandez's henchmen and were just going about their jobs, guarding whatever it was in that hallway.

Steeling herself, she left the empty glass of wine in the floor next to her and went over her tools. Her standard, undetectable gun was strapped to her leg and she had a spare in her purse, which she was now carrying. Albeit not as handy as Eggsy's umbrella, she had found the purse with its assortment of tools a pretty worthy replacement and many times she had commended Merlin on the design. She had on her signet ring and dart watch. Finally, she turned on the night vision on her glasses. Exhaling one last breath at the more than likely upcoming melee, she turned around the corner.

Five male heads immediately turned towards her, some raising their weapons almost instinctively.

"Oh, sorry." She chuckled. "I must have gotten lost."

"Nobody allow here." Replied the guy nearest to her. She just smiled at him before turning back. There were three doors in that hallway and her glasses had detected a heat signature behind the one in the right. She had found her target.

She hadn't fully turned their back to the men before she turned back, raised her purse while picking one of the seemingly decorative buttons and threw it at them.

The button exploded on the air and a thick white cloud expanded all over the hallway. Some of the guys screamed in confusion while others shot at her. But she was already on the move.

Thanks to her glasses she could see everything in clear detail and clinically dispatched three of the crooks with amnesia darts, emptying her watch, before she grabbed the hands of the fourth and, putting all her weight, did a cartwheel, breaking the guy's wrists and taking his gun, which she then used to shoot the final one squarely through the neck. Not missing a beat, she held the screaming mean whose hands she had just broken in a sleeper hold until he didn't move anymore.

By the time the white smoke had cleared after two minutes (the standard time), all of the men were on the floor with two of them dead. She didn't particularly enjoy using lethal force (she still remembered vividly how she had felt when she shot Quentin) but she hadn't expected these many henchmen either. Plus her guilt was somewhat lessened because a couple of shots had hit her, the familiar dull pain that the bullets left after impacting with her dress was unmistakable. It was something the Kingsmen just learned to live with.

She went to the guy she had shot, the one nearest the door, and sure enough she found keys in his pocket. What she saw after opening the door made her chest constraint a little.

There was no furniture in this room and, in a corner, he was curled in fetal position. He was stark naked and his body was almost completely covered in bruises, cuts and burns. Still, she breathed in a sigh of relief. He was in one piece and the fact that he was curling meant that he still could move, which was all she needed right now.

With a little effort, she dragged the two dead henchmen inside the room before closing the door, all too aware that she didn't have much time before a change of guard or just an inspection might come. And that was assuming nobody else had been attracted by the, admittedly little, noise.

After leaving the two corpses near the door she approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. She was almost too late to realize her mistake because he reacted as if he had been electrocuted. With surprising speed for somebody almost literally covered in injuries, but still slow for what she knew he was capable of, he jumped, landed on one foot -she didn't miss the shadow of pain that crossed his jaw at supporting all his weight in just one leg- and swept his other leg towards her. She had reacted just timely enough by ducking and then retreating a couple of steps, after which he seemed to come out of his scared daze.

"Holy shit, Roxy, why didn't you try to wake me up by sound?"

"That's Lancelot, if you don't mind, and I didn't think of that. Since you didn't wake up at this guy's whimpering I thought you were out for the count." She then smirked, after his display she was certain he wasn't going to die on her. "My, my, Galahad, finally your exterior reflects your ugly interior."

"Fuck off." Retorted Eggsy. He tried to smile but his expression quickly turned into a grimace as he grabbed his left ribs and leaned against the wall. "Shit, maybe I shouldn't have done that. How long has it been?"

"Two weeks; they did a surprisingly good job of hiding your trail, which means that this whole mission might not be a complete waste of time after all. Someone who can hide one of us from Merlin for this long is someone we have to treat carefully."

"Fucking pricks. So how are we getting out?" Asked Eggsy before shakily standing upright again.

"Well, first of all we should take one of these pigs' clothes and get you dressed, unless you want to go like that. I'm sure all of the ladies downstairs wouldn't complain." It was true, despite his injuries and that he clearly had been underfed during the past two weeks, he looked only slightly thinner than usual and kept most of his muscle definition. He looked like a celtic warrior just out of a particularly vicious battle. Roxy approved, but now was not the time to ogle her colleague.

"Well, that just wouldn't be gentlemanly, now would it?" This time Eggsy did manage to smirk before walking towards the two corpses.

The two Kingsmen took the pants and trenchcoat of the guy who was closer to Eggsy's build -the one Roxy had strangled- and his gun. Roxy took the small gun of the other crook and was about to open the door before they heard steps and screaming outside.

"Pero qué demonios pasó aquí?" Roxy faintly recognized the voice as belonging to one of the guys she had knocked out with amnesia darts. Apparently the effect of the drug was lifting. The other two guys didn't take long to wake up too and all three immediately went for the door.

After fast hand signaling, Eggsy and Roxy stood on both sides of the door just as it opened.

All three men barged into the room with their guns at the ready but all three forgot to clear their corners. Before they knew what was happening Roxy had shot two of them while Eggsy shot the last one.

Lancelot and Galahad promptly closed the door behind them and started walking through the hallway, trying to find a window. Eggsy was limping next to Roxy and thus they weren't going as fast as she would have liked, but it still beat having to drag him and kill whatever she found until she had to blow up a side of the building in order to get them out, which was what she had feared the mission would come to.

Just when her glasses told her they were reaching an outer wall of the house and thus windows, they heard screaming behind them. Roxy recognized Maria Hernandez's voice. She swiftly looked back before exclaiming. "RUN, GALAHAD."

She grabbed her colleague's arm and had just enough time to launch both of them behind a corner before a flurry of bullets went past where they just had been. The mafia boss had brought a small army with her. Apparently her cover had been blown after all.

"Lancelot, the window!" yelled Eggsy. It was thankfully right in front of them. Just when the queenpin and her men doubled the corner Eggsy shot the glasses while Roxy, this time without regretting it, tossed her lighter grenade at them. A lot of crooks, along with their boss, were barely able to run for cover but that was all the Kingsmen needed.

Roxy and Eggsy jumped out of the window just as Roxy pressed another of the buttons in her purse while holding it above her head. A grappling hook shot out from one of the pockets of the bag and latched itself to the ceiling of the mansion.

Roxy's arms screamed in pain at having to hold both her weight and Eggsy's, who was grabbing onto her for dear life. Despite his starved state, Galahad still had a good 15 kg on her; the descend was thankfully a short one.

The chaos over the explosion was already noticeable as Eggsy and Roxy ran for the bushes near while she yelled into her glasses. "Lancelot reporting! Extraction complete! Repeat! Extraction complete!"

A couple of minutes later, and just when some of the trenchcoat-clad henchmen were pooling out of the door and going towards them, the black taxi that Roxy had arrived in came from the parking lot. The support agent (a friend of Amelia's whose name Roxy couldn't recall at the moment) jumped from the car and threw Eggsy in the back seat before entering again while Roxy sat shotgun.

The little taxi roared as it surged towards the night, a myriad of bullets bouncing off its bulletproof case and glass.


Hello guys, this will be my only Author's Note since I hate these things: this will be a story without story and I will just be depicting random missions and general slice of life of the Kingsman agents. A very episodic series of one-shots so to say.

Sometimes I might come up with a plot that lasts more than one chapter but that most likely won't be the rule.

The reason I'm writing this mostly is because I loved this goddamn movie to pieces and since it has left theaters in my city I can't keep rewatching until the Blu-ray disc is out, and since there isn't a forum or something similar, this is a way to keep close to this fantastic universe Vaughn and Millar have created.

Any commentary you have on my writing or plotting, however harsh, would be much appreciated. Now that I'm writing this, I might as well use it to improve my skills along the way.