"What the fuck are you talking about?" Chelsea asked bewildered.
"I think you know what the fuck I'm talking about." Eggsy sounded confident but inside he felt a twinge of uncertainty. He was going solely on a gut feeling on this point. Most people wouldn't leave something thing like this up to just a hunch but a Kingsman was different. A Kingsman had no choice.
"Okay, Okay." She tugged at her cuffs and rolled her eyes. "Very funny, just uncuff me."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Listen, the gig is up. Ha ha fuckity ha. Just uncuff me so I can leave."
"This isn't a joke. It's not supposed to be funny."
"Well at this point I'd don't really think it is. My god, you seemed too normal to have such a twisted send of humor." She looked up at him. Her eyes were started to show a glint of panic. "Please, just get these off." He shook his head.
"I'm completely serious about this." He pulled out the one and only chair in his crappy hotel room and set it in front of the bed. "I have to leave here at six in order to catch my flight so you better start talking." He sat heavily into the chair and stared at her expectantly.
"I work for a fucking dry wall company. I take their messages and shit." She tried to sound sarcastic but there was a definite edge to her voice now.
"That's not what I'm asking." He calmly picked a sheet up off the floor and handed it to her. "Cover yourself. You may be a liar but you still have a right to some dignity."
"Oh great! You decided that you should show your manners while I'm fucking handcuffed" She exclaimed as she awkwardly tried to wrap the sheet around herself with bound hands. "That makes everything better doesn't it?"
"Well yes. Manners maketh man after all."
"What is that? Some sort of movie quote you're hoping will make you sound cool?" Eggsy smiled at her words.
"Oh trust me. This is no movie."
"Well it seems like one." She struggled with her cuffs. "And I don't know why you think I'm lying. Cause I'm not!"
"Oh come on. Everyone lies, love."
"What on earth makes you think I am lying? You have known me for like what? Five hours?"
"Five and a half I think."
"Exactly! And in that time you seem pretty damn sure that I am lying."
"That's cause you are." He slid his laptop of the desk and opened it. "You're working for someone. Just tell me who and we might be able to get out of this without me killing you."
"Killing me?" Chelsea's face immediately drained of color. Her voice has lost all of its annoyance and sarcasm. She was afraid. "Wait, please." She glanced around the room desperately. "Why do you think I am working for someone?"
"Your eyes."
"My eyes? What kind of bullshit is that?"
"You glanced around the room very quickly when we entered. I was so into you I barely registered it as odd, and why would I?" He was typing on his laptop. "I've seen agents do it a thousand times. You were casing this room. Quickly memorizing your surroundings."
"Casing the room?" She asked breathlessly. She was stunned. Eggsy wasn't sure if she was shocked because he was right or because he was way off.
"Yes, and then I realized that wasn't the first time you did it. You did it at every new place you entered. Even in the cab. That's when I started kicking myself at how obviously set up our meeting had been."
"That was chance!" Chelsea said desperately. "Pure chance!"
"It wasn't chance."
"What proof do you have? Just my eyes moving? What the fuck kind of proof is that?" She screamed the last sentence as she thrashed her legs. Chelsea was pissed. He continued typing his message to Merlin. Even though he was resolved in his conclusion he couldn't help but wonder…What if he was completely wrong?
