It was Ella's birthday.

Ella was Charlie's best friend. She was more like a sister, in fact. Ella and Charlie met through their big brothers. Charlie's big brother Matt played football with Ella's big brother Steve. And so Ella and Charlie became best of friends.

Ella wasn't as wealthy as Charlie, by any means. But Charlie didn't let that stop anything. Charlie's family lived in the nice, upperclass part of London, with nice parties and brunches and gatherings. Ella's situation was...less than ideal. Ella and her brother always stuck through it, through everythin, because the Osborn parents didn't exactly deserve parent of the year awards. They drank, smoked, and often resulted to violence towards Ella and Steve. Steve typically protected Ella, but he unfortunately got caught in some very, very bad things, started taking drugs, and OD'd. So Ella was defenseless, jobless, and often hopeless.

But now Ella was twenty! And Charlie was treating her to a drink in Ella's favorite pub, one a bit rundown, but one Ella said she had fond memories of with Steve. Ella was drinking guiness, Charlie Diet Coke. And all was well, until. . .

"Oi! Hey there, Red!" Obviously they were talking to Ella, with her bright red curls. "I'm talkin' t'you, lady!"

"Ignore them, Ella. You're too good to grant them a response," Charlie told her quietly

Charlie watched them approach Ella from across the bar.

"Aye, you're Steve's little sis', eh? He was a wanker, anyway,"

Ella clenched her teeth, gripping her drink.

Charlie looked up at the "gentleman" harassing her friend.

"Gentleman, I would truly appreciate it if you would fuck off," she spoke sternly, looking the ring leader right in the eyes.

"Watcher mouth, lady. We ain't talkin' to you. Ya, know, wifout Steve round, you've got no one to take care've ya, d'ya?" The ringleader was actually disgusting. He wore a snapback, a big hoodie, his face was covered in acne. But it was his personality that made him truly disgusting.

Ella was about to break into tears.

"If you say one more word to her, I'll take her glass of Guiness, break it, and use it to saw off your balls."

They ignored Charlie, continuing to harass Ella instead.

"We can take care've ya real nice," he said as he grabbed her shoulder. Charlie couldn't take it anymore. In a flash, she stood up, grabbed the wanker's shoulder and pulled him away from Ella before swinging directly for his nose.

"You little cunt!" He yelled back, clutching the blood. Ella was speechless, motionless. It was probably for the best anyway: Charlie didn't want her getting to involved.

"Come on boys, think you can take me?"

In fact, Charlie knew they could. But she wouldn't let them know that. Three against one. She could manage. The first one lunched for her, but she quickly moved out of the way, swinging behind him and kicking him to the ground. Then she brought her foot around and plunged it into the groin of another one of his goons. She saw Ella get up to help her, but the third guy swung and knocked her over. Charlie was pissed. She was going to make them pay. But before she could make another move, the ringleader was behind her again. She was thrashing, trying to get off.

"What're we gonna do with this one? You seem classy, bet we can rough you up!"

"Don't touch me!"

And what did they do? Touch her.

"Excuse me, but I think the lady told you not to touch her."

A man about her age stood up from his seat in the back. He was well suited, what looked like a Kingsman suit, and those didn't come cheap. He was dressed much too well to be in this kind of pub. He wore thick framed glasses and carried an extremely posh umbrella.

"Oh, yeah, what're you gonna do about it."

He said nothing, simply walked towards the door.

"Manners," he spoke as he locked the top latch, "Maketh," he locked the middle lock, "Man."

The goons still held their grip on Charlie. They just laughed.

"Do you know what that means, gentleman?"

"What's a little prat like you gonna do?"

"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson."

He took the hook of his umbrella and used it to grab a glass on the table. It hookes and he swung it directly towards Charlie. However, he didn't aim for her. He aimed for the ringleader, and it hit him directly in the forehead. Charlie used this as her oppurtunity to get out of their grasp. The goons went for the man, then. But he didn't give them the chance to do much. He was a good fighter. He anticipated every move and was able to use it to his advantage. Charlie used this as her chance to check on Ella, who was completely in shock.

"Well, this isn't what you expected for your birthday, is it?"

Charlie watched. This was some James Bond level shit. And then it was all over.

The man strolled over to the bartender, whom Charlie had forgotten was there. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?"

The bartender shook his head and grabbed his phone, presumably to call the police.

The suited man shook his head and adjusted to cuffs of his shirt, but a needle popped out, and he shot it into the bartender's neck. He dropped to the ground. The man in the suit walked over to the two girls, the last remaining conscious people in the bar.

"Sorry about that. Probably shouldn't have let you seen that, so. . ." He went to adjust his cuffs again.

"Listen, sir, I know we've seen some things, but..." Charlie started. "We're not gonna tell anyone."

He laughed. "I was just playing. You all right?"

"Something like that," Charlie insisted. "Ella's probably got a concussion, but my aunt's a nurse. She'll take care of it."

Ella was sort of in her own little world.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Charlie Davis, this is Ella Osborn. And you are?"

"I'm Eggsy."

"Well, Eggsy, thank you for the hand, here. I have to say, you're quite the badass. And have rather nice taste in suits, tailored well. Kingsman?"

He had a wonderful glint in his eyes. "You've got a good eye."

"Well, thank you again. I've got to get Ella to my aunt before she goes totally unconscious."

"Let me take you. It's the least I can do, considering your friend is concussed."

While Charlie wouldn't typically take rides from well-dressed strangers, she figured that since he just beat down and entire bar for her, she could take a ride. She nodded and Eggsy helped Charlie take Ella out to his car. Charlie sat in the back seat of the sleak, black car, with Ella at her side, to make sure she didn't fall asleep and go unconscious. Charlie continuously gave Eggsy directions to her home, but it seemed like he was already making the correct turns, quickly and wildly.

"Here," Charlie pointed to her home, a nice manor, and Eggsy whipped his car into the drive. "Thank you again. You're really badass."

"Nice meeting you Charlie Davis, and Ella Osborn."

"Likewise, Eggsy."

Eggsy watched as Charlie took Ella into her home, to her nurse Aunt, and decided that Charlie Davis was a girl worth keeping an eye on.

He knew it when he first heard her comment in that pub. He saw that a girl like her, designer clothes, hair in a neat bun, posh bag and umbrella, did not belong in a pub such as the one they were both in. Eggsy only went becauseit brought back nostaligia: he used to live in this very neighborhood. But he doubted that the blonde had ever lived here. She was with her friend, a firey red head, who looked much more like she belonged in the pub. Some goons came and started bothering the two, and just as he was about to step in, he heard the blonde speak.

"Gentleman, I would truly appreciate it if you would fuck off," she spoke lowly. Eggsy cracked a smile.

However, they were relentless.

They mentioned something about the girl's brother, and that really set the blonde off.

""If you say one more word to her, I'll take her glass of Guiness, break it, and use it to saw off your balls."

This girl had balls, that was for sure.

Then, they touched her, and the blonde went berserk, diving straight for the man and punching him in the face. Eggsy watched her, her form was a bit messy, you could tell she wasn't exactly a fighter, but she had a natural touch, and fire. However, she got in quite the mess. She was a bit foolish trying to take on three at once. They had her trapped, and her friend inebriated.

"Don't touch me!"

Ah, so now they were threatening to rape the girl. Now Eggsy found it was time to step in.

"Excuse me, but I think the lady told you not to touch her."

Eggsy stood up and walked towards them. The blonde looked up at him in both helplessness and confusion. Then Eggsy did his favorite trick, one that had been Harry's. He locked the door and said his favorite line: "Manners Maketh Man." He flung the glass directly at him. The blonde obviously thought it was heading for her, as she visably cringed. Once it hit that goon, though, she took her opportunity to get away and get to her friend. Eggsy finished up, drugged the bartender, and looked at the two girls. The blonde was staring in amazement. She even guessed where is suit was from.

So, from that point on, Eggsy was interested. He slipped a bug on both Charlie's and Ella's shoulders, just to keep track. And then he drove Charlie home, a location he was easily able to find just by using his glasses to look up her address.

When he got back to his home, the one he had procured since getting his job at Kingsman Tailor's, he went straight to his office and looked up the mysterious Charlie Davis.

Charlotte Eleanor Davis, daughter of Kelly Davis and the late Jordan Davis. Jordan had died when Charlie was thirteen of heart failure, but that didn't explain the mystery of Kelly. Kelly Davis had been arrested several times, frequent visits to Rehab, and had fought for permanent custody of Charlie. Court record showed Charlie's passionate fighting against living with her mother. That explained why she lived with Proprieter Jacob Davis and his nurse wife Georgiana, and her cousins Matthew and Alice.

Charlotte had extremely high marks in school, top percentile in all examinations. She had taken several self-defense courses with her cousin Matthew. The only poor thing on her record was a stay in a psychological ward for depression and a year or so of several fights after the death of her father, but that quickly went away.

Then, out of curiosity, he looked up Ella Osborn. The Osborns were almost the complete opposite of the Davises. The parents, Michael and Ashley, had the same poor record as Kelly Davis. The family lived in the same complex as Eggsy had used to, in a poor part of town. Ella had a brother Stephen who had gotten caught on a bad track and recently overdosed.

With this in mind, Eggsy decided that Charlie Davis might be a person he should keep his eye on. After the recent betrayal of Arthur, Kinsman had undergone a large purging of betrayers, and was now in the market for new agents. Eggsy was still on the hunt for his recruit. Charlie wasn't the typical recruit, neither extremely high-class and wildly intelligent, nor a scrappy underdog. She was different, a balance, and that might have been what Kingsman needed.