Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story for Kingsman: The Secret Service. I intend to base my story on the movie, primarily, but with certain input from the comic. My normal stories are based on Kick-Ass. However, I am a big fan of all of Mark Millar's work. I hope that I can do justice to this story. The story is set a couple of months after the end of the movie.

PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THERE MAY BE SPOILERS, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE

Please be gentle with your criticism, but also please comment and put me right, if I stray, as I surely will!

Malaysia
February 2015

Amidst the darkness, two black-clad people moved silently about their business.

No movement was wasted, every step was planned well before a single muscle was moved. It was dark, not that it mattered, as the two professionals could have gone about their jobs blindfolded without detriment to their activity.

..._...

"Roxy, pass me another block of C4!"

"Here!" Roxy replied and threw me another rectangular block from a dozen feet away.

I applied the block, along with three other identical blocks and then inserted a short thin detonator and twisted the top ninety degrees; a small red LED illuminated, indicating that the device was now armed.

"Got it!" Roxy confirmed, checking the screen on the small computer in her hand. "We can detonate when ready!"

As soon as Roxy had finished with her own, identical, explosives installation she came up beside me.

"Let's get the hell out of here!"

Several hours later
British Airways Flight BA0028

The total flight time would be a little over nineteen hours.

This was the second leg; from Hong Kong to London, Heathrow. We had left Kuala Lumpur at 17:45 local time and it was now early morning. I sat in a first class seat only feet away from my colleague, Roxy.

I glanced over to my colleague, trying not to smirk and failing miserably. "Enjoying the flight, good lady!" I teasingly said to her, in a mock 'upper class' accent.

"Give it a fucking rest with the posh talk, Eggsy!" Roxy laughed. "This is our time; you can be as common as muck for all I care!"

I grinned sheepishly. "I was only being polite to a lady!"

I saw Roxy blush slightly.

"You've proved yourself, idiot! You out smarted those pretentious twats during training – you have nothing more to prove! Who gives a toss where you grew up, or where you went to school?"

"But, I failed training, remember!"

"You couldn't shoot JB – so what; you accomplished the damn mission!"

"You girls were just about the only people that didn't treat me like something they'd just scraped off their shoe!"

"I was right – I judged that you were a good guy and you helped me through my training – and afterwards," Roxy added with a caring smile.

"You still hate those HALO jumps, don't you?"

"Hell, yeah!"

"You two having fun?" A voice cut in, from several thousand miles away.

"Hi, Merlin!" Roxy announced into thin air.

"You've gotta have fun, or what's the point!" I quipped.

"Funny! News reports state that there was a large explosion in Malaysia an hour ago and a certain group of people died! Well done!"

"Thank you! Another successful mission that the world will never know about!"

"Just as it should be!" Roxy said with a smile.

"See you guys later; the helicopter will be waiting," Merlin advised.

..._...

"Do you miss the Royal Marines?" Roxy asked.

"Do you miss the Army?" I countered.

"Touché mon ami!" Roxy replied.

"At times, yes – I was training to join the absolute elite fighting force in the world. But I have now become part of something much, much better!"

"I must agree!"

I lay back and thought about my new life.

The training had been hard, very hard – but it had felt good and I now felt better about myself than ever before – and it was all thanks to Harry.

I had felt really, really bad about letting him down – but I was now a Kingsman and I hoped that I could be as good as Harry and the others.

By the time we got back to the house, Arthur's replacement would be there – nobody knew who it was going to be yet. A lot of work had been done to ensure that there was nobody else who had believed in Valentine's warped idea of population control. Admittedly, with the fact that his followers lost their heads at the end, identification was somewhat easy!

Authors Note: Updated 5th February 2015.