This is a new take on writing for me. Kind of fun. Needed to get away from my other complicated characters of the story I am writing. This was before Eggsy. Concentrating more on Galahad and Merlin, with of course another character in play. Bare with me and stick with it. The rating could change, be warned.

Walking through Piccadilly Circus, she loved the lights flashing all over the road, reflecting on the cars passing by, the people staring at them and others ignoring it. The smell of gasoline, food, and the musty air was everywhere. It was fall and it was quickly becoming winter, she could see it in the way everyone was dressed. Smiling at the spectators and the madness, she had a thought, a very curious thought. The only thing that was itching in her mind was, how to make it work. How to make it see it come to life.

Clutching on to her backpack she saw a black fountain where she would lay out her thought for the world to see. Leaning against the fountain, she took out her laptop and opened it. Licking her finger and then lifting it, to get a good idea of where the wind was blowing. Nodding her head, she started typing away.

Some passer by's would think she was writing a novel, because she was doing it with concentration and passion. As if every word she wrote depended on it. As she continued, she smiled then said, "This calls for Tchaikovsky!" playing on her computer then pressing a few more buttons, she clapped her hand and pressed, Return.

In an instant, the screen on Piccadilly Circus had changed. Making everyone look up as the music blared through the streets. All the phones and radios had suddenly started playing Tchaikovsky Swan Lake, while the screen displayed a ballet of 'The Black Swan.' Some looked at their phones, while others looked up at the screen. The cars had stopped moving, because the people who were crossing were not moving as they honked their horns. Yet none of them moved. As they looked up a the screen of the beautiful ballerina. They were entranced by the show and so was she. She had the best front row seat for the show.

The grace and beauty that the ballet performer had displayed was something to behold. The movements were almost fragile but graceful. The music demanded their attention and wanted to everyone to hear it's emotions. As she continued to dance, the song as almost in at it's end and the crescendo of lights and music had almost warmed the spectators hearts. And then she had suddenly fallen.

In a blink of an eye, all of Piccadilly Circus lights went out, along with the phones which caused a great up roar. Panic was in the air as the cars started honking and others were yelling and screaming.

The black fountain no longer had it's first spectator. She was gone. Like the lights.

Harry was coming back from another unsuccessful recruitment, in the cab he watched as people passed. Minding their own, not realizing what he saw every day. They were safe and ignorantly blissful. Then his phone rang, answering it, "Merlin," he said, "We've just received a call, Piccadilly Circus went on black out." Merlin responded.

"Is it terrorist?"

"We don't think so. It seemed more or less of a prank, possibly a civilian. There was a message before it blacked out."

"A message? What kind of message?"

"Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, the screen displayed the ballet of 'The Black Swan.'"

Harry smirked, "Strange message. I was never one for ballet shows. I'll be there in 10." he hung up and placed the phone back into his breast pocket. "The Black Swan?" he said out loud, wondering why in the world someone would play that for the whole of Piccadilly to see.

It was midnight already and he arrived at Saville road. Stepping out he saw people were buzzing about what had happened. Going into the Kingsman shop, he made his way to the Round Table and he was one time, because it was empty. Putting on his glasses, the room had become full of agents and cohorts like himself.

"Galahad, present." he told them as he sat down and unbuttoned his coat. Merlin was at the far end of the table, "Shall we get down to business." clicking a remote in his hand a screen popped out from the table, "As you have all been briefed, Piccadilly Circus has been compromised about an hour ago. The Kingsman shop had been affected but only momentarily. We were able to get our computers up and running quick. There was no breach on our computers or files." he told them in a reassuring tone.

"The computers that maintain the graphics on the Piccadilly had been hacked and compromised. The screens are not our biggest concerns, it was the phones. Anyone in the 2 mile radius of Piccadilly Circus, had their phones hacked as it played Tchaikovsky Black Swan." as the music played in the background. Some shifted in their seats, others laughed.

"This may seem amateur to you but who ever did this, did it in less then 2 minutes. Can't imagine how long it would take the hacker to break into MI6?" Merlin told them as they quickly silenced. "We checked the surveillance and found nothing. Blacked out the cameras right before the hacking. Checked all internet services and found no trace of where they were using. This person is quick, methodical, and as far as we can tell a prankster."

"Why the Black Swan? What's the significance as far as the message?" one agent asked as he leaned in.

"We are not sure. We're looking at every possibility. It seems that this is not the first time this hacker had hit." Merlin said, as he changed the pictures to New York city, a before picture with lights on, then lights out with flashes of cameras and whatever light was at hand.

"New York had been hit with a black out 7 months ago, it lasted 15 minutes but it was enough to cause major uproar and crime. However, this hacker did play, Phantom of the Opera on all the screens in downtown New York before it blacked out. Again, hacked all the phones and radiowaves."

"As far as profiling goes, this is a prankster with the taste of dramatic plays. Teases for a while then blacks out. Traveling from New York to London now, has to make you wonder if she's just passing by or if she is planning to stay here?" Galahad commented to the table. They nodded in agreement.

"Why go looking for this hacker? Seems almost harmless!" an blonde haired agent said.

"When the blackout happened, they wiped out a file that the CIA had hidden in their computers, they decrypted the file in 5 minutes flat"

"Expecting 15 minutes, they did it in 5. Then enjoying the view." Galahad said. "Did they say what files had been taken?"

"They did not. Right now their trying to recover what was stolen." Merlin said as she shook his head. "Why Piccadilly? We're not sure. There is no high level of information there. Except for us."

"But there are banks." Galahad told him. Merlin then nodded his head, "I checked with all the banks, I'm waiting for a reply, in case any of them are missing money."

"Looking for this hacker would be like a needle in the haystack! Do you know how many people have computers?" one female agent said as she leaned back in annoyance.

"There is one thing." Merlin told them. Clicking the remote again, a map of Piccadilly Circus pulled up with a red line being traced. "We were able to trace only one connection after the black out. It was the only internet connection that was working." he told them, it got as far as 5 miles away from Piccadilly and into Leicester Square. As far as we know, it's a female. The cameras went out right when she got there."

There was a picture of the what looked like a lady, it was blurry but they could see her with a phone on her hand. "She managed to dodge most of the cameras on her way towards Leicester Square-"

"But couldn't hide from them as soon as she hit Leicester Square, it's open." Galahad finished.

"Exactly, which explains why she turned them off right when she hit Leicester Square and this is the only photo we have of her. I've been working on her profile analyses, it's taking some time but I will get it done. In the mean time, this is a matter of urgency. The Queen has asked us to take action, we are to keep an eye out for any other black outs or strange behavior."

"Any questions?"

"When or if we apprehend her, do we expect to be in any form of danger?"

"I don't know what she's capable of but if you do, be on guard. Most like she is on foot and should still be in the London area."