Harry was not happy. That much, Ginny knew. As she exited the room to head off to change, she could hear her father's footsteps behind her. It hasn't been an easy year after the Kingsman were decimated. She had been terrified that she would lose her father again, and was happy when she called Merlin and Harry had picked up. Her father had once again thanked the stars he never disclosed Ginny's address to anyone, but that did not change the fact that now the Kingsman down to five of them, once again.

At least after the Valentine fiasco, they still had some help, really.

"Ginny..."

She rolled her eyes at her father's warning tone, and turned around with a wide-eyed, questioning look. But Harry knew his daughter. He was simply unhappy that she was quick to challenge him, but in the year and a half since they had cleaned up the V-Day mess and subsequently the horror that was Poppy Adams, she had been hard at work training, helped by Merlin, Eggsy and Roxy. She was good, he just didn't want the Kingsman getting on the wrong side of the Statesman, especially when they were technically in their debt.

"Yes, Papa?"

Harry sighed, peering through his glasses at his headstrong daughter. He loved her dearly, but she was too insistent on joining the Kingsman, stopping short only due to her respect for him. "Don't cause too much trouble. We still need their help."

"We don't have to sacrifice the Kingsman's honor for it, Papa." Ginny finally voiced out, as she closed her room door behind her and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top.

From behind her door, Harry replied. "I don't think we are, sweetheart. The Statesmen are much like us. The fight for honor and the safety of the people. We are sister organizations afterall."

She was silent. Harry almost thought she had left the room without him knowing, about to crack open the door when it swung open. Suspicion wavered in her eyes, as she warily looked at her father. "Eggsy and Merlin told me he took drugs, back in America. He was one of those hit by Adams's side effect."

"Whiskey called him the resident bad boy, but Champagne holds him in high regard. I trust him. You trust my judgement, don't you?"

Ginny raised a brow. In truth, she had also been bowled by how handsome he looked. From Eggsy and Merlin's stories, she had been expecting a pot-smoking, unshaven male who looked high half the time. But when Tequila had walked in in a suit, Ginny hadn't even batted an eye when she finally noticed he had eschewed the Oxford's her father had sent over, for a pair of cowboy boots. On anyone else it probably would've looked horribly mismatched, yet on him he somehow managed to carry it off.

And because she felt that unwanted attraction, she was now irritated. But that didn't mean she wanted to tell Harry. Knowing her father, he'd rather she be a nun, so he'd blow his top.

Finally, she gave a nod, and a sigh. "Alright. Just... if I'm supposed to bring him around while you, Merlin and Eggsy are busy, I must at least see if he fights up to par."


"Is she actually his daughter? She looks nothing like Arthur." Tequila commented, as he shrugged out of his suit. Merlin shook his head, grabbing his overcoat and vest and hanging it up.

"Not actually. But she is very, very dear to Harry. All of us, really. Ginny was instrumental in ferreting out the Kingsmen who had been on Valentine's side the last time, as well as helping us from London while we were in the States with you."

A contemplative look came over Tequila's chiseled face, one that had Merlin raising his brow, curios over the sudden silence that the usually loud and obnoxious Statesmen. Muted warning bells rang in Merlin's head, but before he could ask Tequila anything, the door to the sparring gym within the Kingsmen headquarters appeared, and Harry walked in along with Ginny, now properly attired in a pair of bright purple leggings, a tank top and with her blonde locks tied up in a ponytail. There was a determined look in her eyes that wasted no time in hitting Tequila right in his centre. He found himself having to repeatedly remind himself of his promise to Champ, even as he straightened up, stepping out of his cowboy boots to flash her a carefully trained charming smile. It usually got girls swooning, but Tequila couldn't say he was surprised when all Guinevere responded with was a tight smile, remaining carefully behind Harry Hart's protective frame.

"No rough housing, Agent Tequila. I'd appreciate it if my Guinevere remained out of the hospital for the day."

Tequila nodded, his gaze sliding over to the blonde who now stepped front, a confident smile on her face. "Don't listen to him. Papa's just being a mother goose. Let's get this done."

He honestly had been intending to go easy on the girl. She was of a petite frame, slender and tiny. With fair skin and a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks, Tequila had mentally assessed her frame and made the decision that there was no way Guinevere of the Kingsmen could pack a punch heavy enough for him to consider it a threat.

What he hadn't counted on, was how fast she was.

Just as Merlin and Harry stepped out of the parquet flooring area, Tequila could barely register the fact that Ginny had did a double cartwheel, before he found himself on the ground, her legs holding him down while she held herself up with her left hand, smirking at him, in a way that made her look so confident, Tequila marvelled at it. "Underestimated me, Agent Tequila?"

"Maybe you underestimated me, Lady Guinevere." he smirked, grabbing her ankle.

Ginny squealed, as Tequila flipped her over without warning, yanking at her so she was of the appropriate distance. The next thing she knew, he had her pinned down with one arm around her waist, the other holding her wrists behind her. "I'm a trained agent. I don't just sit behind desks." He couldn't help but reply, assuming she was the one assisting Merlin.

Ginny saw red at his comment, and she hissed, twisting her body so she could drive her knee into Tequila's exposed side. Taking his loud groan as a signal to twist free, she turned and struggled, making a frustrated sound when despite being in pain, Tequila's grip holds true. The American agent would've turned her around too for a lockhold, had Harry's voice not rang out across the empty room, calling for a halt.

"That is quite enough. Ginny?" the stern voice of her father came.

The girl was irritated, more at herself really, as the American had managed to best her. But really, she should've been expecting it. It's been a little under a year since she properly started training in combat, and the only thing she ever had going for her was her extensive practices in gymnastics and aerial arts. That gave her the strength, but sadly not yet the cunning the proper agents had on the field. And for that, she scowled, straightening up. Her frustrated rolled off her in waves, and it was apparent Tequila felt it too as he got up, grinning despite himself.

"You put up a fair fight, I must say."

"None of your business." she spat in return. At the back of her mind, Ginny knew she was being rude, but she was still annoyed at his appearance. Harry caught her tone, and gave her a disapproving look.

"I'm sure that is enough for now. Tomorrow, our new recruits will be in. Agent Tequila, would you be interested in joining us?" Harry cordially extended the invite, as Merlin moved to stand next to Ginny.

"Relax. Your father is treating a guest as we are trained to. Don't let him down." he hissed to the girl. Merlin words finally loosened up the knot of irritation in her chest, as Ginny casted her gaze over at Harry, who smiled as Tequila nodded in response, and she sighed.

"Fine. But only because it's whats good for us."

"Ginny, you'll remain at the Kingsmen quarters today so you will be available to bring Agent Tequila over to the initiation of our new recruits tomorrow morning."

The instruction made her eyes widen, and internally Ginny groaned as her eyes flickered over to the American's smug look. This was going to be a long few months.