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Something wasn't adding up. That much was clear.

Sure, there had been nothing but chaos and misdirect since the fall of Kingsman - in fact, it had been chaos even before that, even long before that.

But still, the fact remained: something on her end of things just wasn't adding up.

Not that this had much to do with the fall of Kingsman other than the fact that that's what had brought it to her attention.

The last remaining Kingsman members - Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin, or Agent Galahad, and Agent Merlin - had traveled from the UK to the United States, to meet up with the secret agency there, appropriately named the Statesman.

She was one of the many agents who thought that Kingsman should update its name to have 'Queen' in there somewhere, since currently the UK did have a queen after all, but its original name, from back when there had been a king ruling, had remained. Why not change the name depending on who was ruling, she thought. Needless to say, she preferred the name of Queensfolk much better.

Maybe now that the organization had to start from scratch they could change a few things as they rebuilt. Perhaps there would be time for a name-change discussion after all. But there were things to think about first before all of that.

Like her issue at hand.

Yes, back to that, back to the investigation - her investigation. She knew it was better not to let her personal affairs mix with work - she knew it all too well, having learned that the hard way early on. But she had also learned early on that sometimes, you just couldn't help them getting all mixed up together and in the shit.

Mixed up in the shit, indeed. Mixed up in the shit was right.

That was one of the hardest parts of the job - again, as she had learned the hard way and early on - and some would even argue the hardest part. And it was also one of the greatest risks.

But, as she also knew full well from this job, you had to be willing to take those risks for the greater good.

Now she and the other ladies were busting their asses around the clock trying to pick up the pieces of Kingsman, what little remained, what little they could hopefully manage to salvage. It certainly took a hit of this magnitude to pull you out of self-proclaimed retirement from the agency.

And on top of it, her own personal side-mission.

Luckily for her she had some intel going on the remaining Kingsman agents and their allegiance with the Statesman - they would be returning to the UK to track someone at the Glastonbury Festival.

They would be there, and she would be waiting for them.

"So many innocent people - gone. Just like that." Eggsy shook his head, still unable to fully comprehend and wrap his head around the fact that Kingsman was gone.

"I know, Kid. It sucks. It seems to always go that way," sighed Whiskey.

"You lost someone?"

"Everyone."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Bruv."

"Yeah, like I said, it sucks, to put it lightly."

"Yeah. Who'd you lose?"

"My wife and our son."

"I'm sorry, Man."

"My high school sweetheart, love of my life. Pregnant with our little boy." Now the agent seemed trapped deep within a memory. "'Wrong time, wrong place' they said, when she got caught in the crossfire when a couple of freaks decided to rob a fucking convenience store. That's why I got into this job, to help innocent people."

"I'm really sorry. Truly I am."

"Yeah. You lost a lot of people, but you haven't lost them all. Now no matter what happens out there, no matter what you have to do, you hang on tightly to the ones you still got, yeah?"

"Oh, definitely. I'm never letting them go."

"Good. Now let's do this."

Jack's attempts at wooing the suspect had ultimately failed so he left that job in Eggsy's hopefully capable hands.

The kid had managed to survive this far, whether it had been by skill or pure luck or a mix of both.

So he walked away, hearing Eggsy chatting with the target - seemed like she was much more receptive to his advancements than to Jack's. Ah, well, looked like the mission was going to be completed in the end, and that was what mattered after all.

So Jack left them in peace and began doing some rounds of the rest of the festival. He didn't want to think about who could be lurking in a crowd like this. Best to keep a sharp eye out.

That's what led him to seeing them. A figure in a hoodie, hood down low over their face. And they were looking at him - right at him.

Jack pretended he hadn't noticed, but when he looked back at the figure, they were gone.

She had frozen. There was no possible way she could approach him. Not now.

So instead of facing it head-on, she fled.

Her inquires had been confirmed, it was clear:

Jack Daniels was alive, and had been for years, where she had thought him dead.

He was alive.

Something was at work here, and she was determined to find out what.

I was having a bit of trouble with this start but now we've got it! I was also having trouble integrating my character into certain parts of the movie plotline, but I think we're making progress on that now too!

Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :)