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I saw the Kingsman this passed weekend and I decided I'd write a little fanfic!

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The girl trudged out of the coffee shop and took a seat at a table with her coffee and chocolate croissant, it was baked fresh and reeked of chocolaty goodness. The girl stood lean, at least five feet ten inches, with dark brown hair that seemed to change from auburn to black whenever it saw fit (It was actually just lightning, but she liked to think it have a mind of its own), and dark hazel eyes. She wasn't awful looking, though she wasn't gorgeous. She never thought herself to be beautiful, but she liked the way she looked, even though her friends insisted she were gorgeous, those were just things girls said to one another. Every girl scrutinizes their appearance, for instance, the girl despises her oily skin and nose covered with blackheads, and the red marks that her acne left. She, like many others, covered these impurities up with makeup.

She liked the way she looked though, and she'd rather accept herself than spend her time hating herself.

As she took her seat she habitually pulled out her phone from her pocket and placed it next to her coffee. Usually, around this time of the morning her father, would text or call her and they would just talk about whatever. They were close so even though her father was a bit…distant at times, she never felt comfortable being away from home for too long especially since she rarely gets to see him.

Texting or calling every morning suited them since she lived in Washington D.C. with her friends and her father traveled all the time for his work. Like today he was in California.

The girl's phone buzzed, catching her off guard and pulling her out of her thoughts. A drop of coffee dripped onto the shoulder of her shirt.

"Shit." she muttered and wiped off a corner of her mouth with a napkin.

She glared icily at the new stain, as if her newly sparked annoyance would scare it away, and picked up her phone.

It was a text from her father.

Well, actually a picture.

It was the morning skyline of the ocean with tall buildings standing in the distance, the exact view from his hotel bedroom.

Whenever her father was in the city he would make sure he had time to meet up with his daughter and he would always ask her how she had such an eye for films and the courage for directing. She would always say the same thing.

It's a gift.

That was sort of like a routine of theirs. Routines are funny things you know? You do them so much that sometimes you don't even realize you're doing them.

The girl was just about to put her phone back down when it started ringing with an unknown number blinking across the screen. Debating if she really wanted to talk to the person on the other line, she left it.

Placing her phone back on the table she took another sip of her coffee, along with a mournful glare at the spot on her shirt, and the sinking feeling like something bad was going to happen.

As if being an actual fortuneteller, a pair of familiar footsteps paused at the chair across from her and the man took a seat.

"The Odyessy?" The girl had nearly forgotten the book she had placed on the table.

"You're observant." She commented without looking up.

"Why are you reading it?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know, I like it. Can't a simple girl drink her Starbucks and read a book in peace?"

The man didn't respond to her irritated question and treated it as rhetorical.

The girl glanced up at him and sighed. "Merlin." She finally greeted.

Merlin smiled softly at her, taking a sip of his own coffee. He was a friendly sight; the only reason why his appearance disturbed her was the fact that he was there.

You see, Merlin is a Kingsman, which is a secret service, but they have jurisdiction in Europe, not the states. The Amazons (the teasing nickname the Kingsman had given the society), the sister service to the Kingsman, have jurisdiction in the states.

"Guinevere." Merlin greeted curtly as he clasped his hands on the table before him. The girl cringed at her codename, she had left the Kingsman long ago to join in the ranks of the Amazons, she had given up the name Guinevere and it was rumored the Kingsman hadn't hired anyone in her place since. "You ignored my call."

Reluctantly, the girl responded to his behavior in kind. It was what she was trained to do anyways, but when she found a time to relax (which was rarely) she liked to make the most of it.

The girl sat up, shoulders back as well as not touching the back of the chair, the haunting phrase of her instructor and grandmother, Madame Ellorah Rose, rang out in her head. 'You are to never lay your back against the spine of a chair. It was originally put there for decoration, treat it as such'. She crossed her ankles and placed her hands in her lap and she gazed at the man.

"It is Artemis now, Merlin, but we're friends, so just call me Scarlet Rose," she paused as she took a sip of her coffee before answering the second question, "and yes I did." She responded curtly.

"…Right, well, how have you been?"

"Oh, you know, being an agent of the Peace Rose has its perks." Scarlet Rose snorted and offered Merlin part of her croissant.

He accepted it and ate bits of it silently.

Scarlet Rose resisted the urge to lean back in her chair as she took another sip of her drink. "But I'm sure you didn't come here to ask me of my wellbeing. What's wrong?"

Merlin chuckled lightly, his typical quiet nature. "What makes you think something is wrong?"

"You're here."

He sighed. "Right."

"So what's the problem?" Scarlet Rose asked impatiently.

"Galahad and Arthur are dead."

Scarlet Rose instantly began chocking on her croissant. She knew of the worldwide massacre, who hadn't? Millions of people died and were injured. But Galahad and Arthur? Merlin swiped a napkin and handed it to her as she tried to ease herself out of the fit. She was one of their first recruits for Guinevere, both Galahad and Arthur had trained her. How could they be dead?

Death came with the job. Though this was a horrible blow to her heart she had to get over it.

"I'm sorry to her that." Scarlet Rose murmured and took a sip of her drink.

"It comes with the job." Merlin had repeated her thoughts. "I came to meet with you about a proposition-"
"I told you I'm done with the Kingsman, Merlin." Scarlet Rose cut him off. "I work for the Peace Rose now."

"Just as a favor, Scarlet Rose." Merlin insisted. "We need to start some recruiting for a Galahad and Arthur replacement, we could use your help due to recent events."

Scarlet Rose hissed silently as she made a face. She didn't want to say no to her friend, but going back to the Kingsman would completely go against her reason for leaving in the first place.

"Please, Scarlet Rose," Merlin's voice went quiet and sympathetic as he leaned forward. "For your grandfather?"

Scarlet Rose glanced at Merlin with a stressed scowl on her face. Her grandfather, Arthur, was the reason she left the Kingsman… her relationship with Arthur was strained due to the fact he divorced her grandmother, the leader of the Peace Rose.

"Merlin." Scarlet Rose sighed. "I can't-"

"Can't or won't?" Merlin said.

Scarlet Rose clenched her teeth together. She was feeling torn between disappointing her grandmother and avenging her grandfather.

He did pass away after all.

Scarlet Rose, reluctantly, glanced away from Merlin and sighed.

"I'll stay until you find the replacements." Scarlet Rose said. "Then I'm leaving for good."

Merlin smiled softly. "Thank you. You remember where the shop is?"

"Of course. I'll be there tomorrow."

Merlin stood up from his seat bid the girl a farewell and left.

Scarlet Rose's day was going well before; she had a chocolate croissant, and coffee. Not only has this shit been thrusted upon her and dim her day…

She ruined her favorite shirt.