In what felt like the blink of an eye, Fox and Eggsy found themselves at the Kingsman mansion in the middle of literally nowhere. Fox felt like she should be asking a lot more than questions than she was. But she really wasn't going to. In the center of the room they were dropped off in was one man with a bald head and a blonde with a professional looking ponytail. Fox sighed, feeling severely underdressed, but went with it.

"Merlin, Roxy meet Anwen. Fox, Merlin and Lancelot." Eggsy said, doing the introductions. Merlin offered his hand to Fox, which she shook with a bit more certainty than she did with Eggsy.

"Pleasure to meet the famous Merlin. Harry mentioned you quite a bit." She said with a confident grin.

"And to you, the famous Fox, quite a show you put on in the pub." He said. He sounded half impressed and half disappointed.

"That's a pretty typical night for me. Not something I'm proud of, but the common man does not understand the concept of "no" being a complete sentence." Fox replied, gaining a chuckle from Roxy, who Fox turned to her next. "Do I call you Roxy or Lancelot?'

"Roxy's fine, pleasure to meet you Fox. I assume you prefer that over Anwen." Roxy replied.

"You can't really get any good nicknames out of Anwen," she replied with a laugh.

"Well, there's Annie." Eggsy said with a highly cheeky smirk. Fox sent him a death glare.

"Do not call me Annie. If you do, I will shoot your balls off." She growled, like she was thinking of ways she could get away with it. Eggsy's smirk dropped and he took a step back. Which got a chuckle out of Roxy and Merlin. Fox set a smirk on her own face. "So why did Kingsman need me?"

"We're quite understaffed. After V-Day, we realized how under prepared we were for the modern threat, but the former Arthur didn't believe in high staff counts." Merlin said.

"Sort of like SHIELD after Thor?" Fox asked. "But instead of creating nuclear weapons using alien tech, you're just hiring and training more spies. And what do you mean former Arthur? The old bastard finally dead?"

"Basically," Merlin said, though he was holding back the knowledge that the former Arthur had turned out to be a traitor. "Harry seemed to think you had potential, and you did quite well in the pub."

"I sense a but in this statement." Fox muttered.

"But, you do need some work. Both your attitude and your fighting style." Merlin finished. Fox nodded.

"Understood,"

"So, you in?" Eggsy asked. Fox had almost forgotten that he and Roxy were still in the room.

"I've got nothing else to do in my abundant spare time I've seemed to gain since giving up my inheritance. Count me in." Fox replied with a laugh. Eggsy grinned and cheered.

"Very well then, Roxy show her to her quarters for the time being." Merlin said, Roxy nodded and began to walk off, Fox followed her and she was lead down extremely confusing hallways that all looked similar. It was one of those moments where Fox thanked she wasn't running down them.

"How do you guys keep these hallways straight? I would've been confused as hell," she muttered.

"By your second week, you get the hang of it." Roxy said.

"Good to know," Fox replied. Roxy chuckled. They were greeted with a door and Roxy punched in the code.

"Wait, why's the door coded?" Fox asked. Now was time to make a run for it, should she need to.

"You'll see in the morning."

"Great, I smell a challenge coming on." Fox muttered. Roxy opened the door with a laugh.

"You don't let much get past you do you?" Roxy said.

"Can't. In my world you really can't." Fox replied sitting on the bed, "what do you want to know?" That caught Roxy off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"You're holding back. Like you have fifty million questions on your mind and don't have a clue how or if you can ask them. But fire away. I can be an open book when I want to be." Fox said, relaxing her stance.

"How'd you know Harry?" Roxy asked.

"I thought you guys had a file on me."

"I wasn't allowed to read it."

"Well, for some reason that was never fully explained to me, Harry was assigned as my father's guard for a while when I was about 13. I was at one of my tutors when they noticed I was extremely antsy. So they sent me to the small fighting area we had in my house. It was mostly used for my brother's fencing lessons but they also had a self-defense guy. So we got into a proper fight, and at first I was complete and utter shit, still am a bit," she muttered that last bit, "Anyway, then I began to sense a pattern. The guy only had four moves that he could do well. So I exploited that knowledge and worked with it. At one point he called uncle and I was going to go back to my lesson. But Harry had started watching somewhere and told me I had potential. To this day I still think he was on laughing gas when he said it." This got a good laugh out of Roxy.

"Yeah, Harry seems to have a thing for underdogs." Roxy commented

"Tell me about it. I was pretty intrigued and I didn't really want go back to my lessons, so that's when Harry started to teach me the odd Kingsman trick or two. Like how to stab a guy with various forks, how to hide a gun under a napkin. That launched us into an hour and half long conversation on whether or not you'd need a silencer in a crowded restaurant. I still stand by the answer being yes, because unless you're at a relaxed slight upscale chain restaurant, the place is going to be at a hushed whisper. Proper, upscale restaurants don't get very loud. But I digress. When I was about 14, Harry was called off the case. He told me two things before he left, one that a gentleman is only in the paper three times. And he'd only been in once, and had no plans on going in for the proper second time, so I should go looking for him. The second thing was written on a sheet of paper. He told me to get to a point where I could recite it from memory. Oxford not brogues. So that if any other Kingsman came looking for me I would have some sort of proof that I was one of his."

"Were you going to be one of his recruits?" Roxy asked.

"At one point, he put a good word in for me when the old Arthur was around, but he would have it." Fox said with a shrug.

"Well, I feel a bit more informed." Roxy said with a chuckle. One that Fox joined in on.

"Glad I can help. Can I get one answer from you?"

"Only fair."

"How did Harry die?"

"The method or the cause?" Roxy asked.

"Both I suppose."

"Bullet to the head. And trying to stop V-Day. According to Eggsy, Valentine himself shot him." Roxy replied with a small sigh.

"According to Eggsy?" Fox questioned, quite confused.

"He was on the laptop link when it happened." Roxy replied. Fox's whole body fell.

"That must've sucked. I'm sure he's tired of hearing it, but sorry." Fox said, knowing the feeling.

"I'll pass the message along. You should get some sleep. Training starts tomorrow." Roxy said walking out. Fox nodded.

"A pleasure meeting Roxy."

"Same to you Fox."

A/N: Well, that's gotta be the slowest turn around for a second chapter I've ever had. Sorry 'bout that. So I give you some background about Fox. Please tell me how you like her. 'Cause to be totally honest, she is the character I'm the least confident on putting to paper. Or screen I guess. So cheers to you guys and I'll see at ch3