Chapter One-

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Sipping a tall flute of champagne, Harry surveyed the party.

"Merlin, are you getting all of this?" he asked through his mic.

"Recording all of it," Merlin confirmed, back at UK HQ. "Okay, Galahad. Remember. Find the target. The only thing we know right now is that she's female. Look for anything suspicious or sketchy. Otherwise, standard protocol. Make sure you move around, get a good view of all the people here, and then, if you can't find anything, report back to HQ and we'll analyze the footage from here. She's dangerous, so keep an eye out. Last week she organized a solo attack on government officials that lasted about two minutes and thirteen seconds- eight dead, three in serious condition. Nobody seems to have the capability to catch her. Disarmed fourteen armed men while weaponless. Our hopes are on you."

"Understood. Going silent," Harry muttered, turning off his earpiece. He stepped into the crowd, placing his empty glass onto a passing tray. He walked to the bar in the corner of the room. "Just water, please." The barista looked at him strangely.

"We don't do plain water, sir."

"Er… water on the rocks with a lime?"

"One second," she said with a practiced smile. Harry made a face inwardly. People these days. "There you are, sir," she said moments later, handing him the glass. He dug out a five-note from his pocket and slipped it into the disappointingly empty Tips jar. She nodded at him gratefully, a real smile replacing her fake one.

Harry resumed his wandering, ensuring every corner and face in the room was being captured through his glasses.

"I didn't know they did Vodka like that here," a voice murmured into his ear. He turned around to find a twenty-something girl at his shoulder. She was wearing a tight black dress that ended at her thighs. Her dark hair was bound securely in a sleek ponytail.

"Asked for it specially," Harry replied cooly. She gave him a suspicious look.

"Is that so."

"Indeed."

"I see."

"Yes." Now that they were facing each other, Harry had a difficult time looking away. Her eyes were locked onto his. They simply stood silently for a few moments, drinking in the other, before she broke the spell and turned away.

"Well, I suppose I'll just go get one for myself then," she said with an air of finality. She began to walk away. Before he could stop himself, Harry felt his feet moving of their own accord, catching up to her just as she reached the counter.

"A vodka on the rocks with a slice of lime, please," he said to the barista right as the girl opened her mouth to speak. She glanced at him, a small smile playing on her face. The barista handed him the drink, which Harry passed to the girl standing beside him. "James Hart," he said, holding out a hand. She shook it firmly.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hart," she replied quietly. "Hunter Ashton."

"Ms. Ashton." Silence. Her eyes were a rich, dark, brown- almost black.

"You can let go of my hand now, Mr. Hart," Hunter murmured, smiling dangerously. Startled, Harry realized their hands were still clasped together tightly.

"Of course." He cursed himself for sounding so idiotic. He suddenly remembered why he was here, and cleared his throat. "Well, then, I must get going. Excuse me, madame." He bowed slightly, and she tipped her head respectfully. Harry slipped his way through the crowd, exiting the stuffy room, which led to a stylish lobby. He took the elevator to the sixth floor. A few minutes later, he entered the room that had been reserved for him.

Harry adjusted his tie, glancing at his appearance in the mirror. Grimacing slightly, he rubbed the centre of his forehead, before remembering that he wasn't supposed to touch it. He walked over to his briefcase, which lay against the wall. Taking out a small container of concealer, he applied it gingerly to the area. It was still an angry red.

His mind replayed that fateful day. Killing person after person, innocent or not, completely unable to control himself. He shuddered slightly. Walking out of the church. Valentine, Gazelle, two armed soldiers. Smooth-talking Valentine. Getting shot.

Yet, thanks to some twist of fate… getting shot, yes, but with a tranquilizer dart. That's right, a tranquilizer dart. Honestly, Harry wasn't so surprised. After all, Valentine had never even shot someone before. It was a miracle in itself that Valentine had been able to operate the gun- in fact, Gazelle had probably turned off the safety for him and everything.

Sometimes, Harry wondered if Valentine had shot him with the dart on purpose.

He didn't remember much after that. Just waking up in the back of a foul smelling truck, blowing up the entire thing, taking out the two soldiers and then driving a hot-wired Porsche convertible back to UK HQ like the badass he was. But it had been completely deserted- though a plane was missing. He noticed a screen displaying live footage from Merlin's, Roxy's, and Eggsy's perspective. Then, he promptly observed as Eggsy went on to save the world. Burning with pride, he'd left HQ, along with a coded message for Merlin, saying he was alive and ready for action.

So here he was, on yet another mission. Merlin was the only agent who knew of his… aliveness. The two had decided to label Galahad as killed, waiting for the right moment to reappear in all his former glory.

So much blood on his hands. He shuddered again, before steeling himself. He was on a mission. He had to focus.

Harry took one last look at his reflection. He realized his thoughts were still on Hunter. Her poise, her elegance… something about her personality mixed in with her appearance threw him off. He shook his head. Hunter was just a random, albeit extremely attractive, girl.

So it was to his enormous surprise when, upon opening the door of his suite, he found, milliseconds later, a gun pressed to his temple. Shoving him roughly back into the room and locking the door, Hunter Ashton smiled at him, that same dangerous smile from before.

Colin Firth/Harry Heart is a beautiful person. *gets teary eyed* I must try and recapture his badass-ness. What do you guys think? Thanks so much for reading. Is this story worth continuing, do you think?

-happynomnom