Code name Galahand
Chapter 1
In this story Eggsy does not exist. Julia is in his place. You will understand after reading the first two to three chapters. She did have an abusive Stepfather. She got arrested and was going to go to jail when she used the medal given to her by a man wearing a black suit many years ago. She used the number and told the operator "Oxfords not Broughs" and then a minute later she was released. She was confused and began walking down the staircase on the right. Then a man wearing a black suit introduced himself as Mr. Hart greeted her and they went in a local pub. She was in trouble from a local gang and Mr. Hart saved her from the trouble the goons. He was going to stun her as she had declined his offer but she promised to not tell anybody and Mr. Hart lowered his watch. She went home and her stepfather beat the living hell out of her to get her to tell who was the man in the pub. But she did not tell. This was Mr. Hart's test and she had passed it. Mr. Hart told her to meet him at Kingsman. A tailor's shop. He takes her into a dressing room and here is where the story begins.
Julia's P.O.V.
Mr. Hart had taken me into a dressing room and we were standing in front of full size mirror.
Mr. Hart walked in and asked me "Who do you see in the mirror?"
"Someone who wants to know what the hell is going on." I replied
"I see a young woman with potential. A young woman who is loyal. Who can do what she is asked. A young woman who wants to do something good with her life. Have you seen the movie Trading Places?" He asked me.
I nodded no.
"Nikita?"
I nodded no again.
"Pretty Woman?"
I nodded no once more
"All right. My point is that a lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path, but you needn't stay on it. If you are prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform."
"Like in My Fair Lady"
"Well, you're full of surprises." He added sarcastically. "Yes, like in My Fair Lady. Only in this case I am offering you the opportunity to become a Kingsman."
"A tailor?" I asked him.
"A Kingsman Agent" He told me.
"Like a spy?"
"Of sorts. Interested?"
"You think I have anything to lose?" I questioned him.
He took that as a yes and put him on the mirror. I guess he scanned it. Because after a second, the floor beneath us began to descend. Like you would expect in a fancy elevator. Or like I imagined it would look like in a fancy elevator. I had never been in one. I was still deep in my thoughts when Mr. Hart began to speak.
"Since 1849 Kingsman tailors have clothed the world's most powerful individuals. By 1919, a great number of them had lost their heirs to World War 1. That meant a lot of money going around uninherited. And a lot of powerful men with a desire to preserve peace and protect life. The founders realized that they could channel that wealth and influence for the greater good. And so began our other venture. An independent intelligence agency operating at the highest level of discretion. Above the politics and bureaucracy that undermine the integrity if government – run spy organizations. The suit is a modern gentleman's armor. And the Kingsman agents are the new knights."
"And what does a lady wear?" I asked him.
"We'll get to that." He said quickly.
"Also how deep does this thing go?!" I exclaimed.
"Deep enough." That was all he said.
I looked down and saw something that resembled and archway and saw light. We had reached the bottom. 'Finally!' I couldn't help but think. When we had completely reached the bottom and we stopped, I was left completely in awe. That was a Pressurized Capsule Car! Those can go up to 300 km/hr! I did not realize I was staring when Mr. Hart snapped his fingers in front of me to get my attention and got in the car and motioned me to sit down. I did so. The capsule car door closed and launched itself forward like a bullet shooting itself forward after the gun was fired. The car started when a wasn't expecting it and I almost fell off my seat. I looked at Mr. Hart and he was just looking at me, apparently used to this kind of transport. But still, I couldn't help smiling.
"So, you like rides that are really fast?" Mr. Hart asked me, smiling the slightest.
"Who doesn't? Are you used to these types of rides?
"Yes. I have used them more times than I can remember. And you said that your 'new' hobbies had taken over you. You are wrong." He spoke
"What do you mean?" I asked him, puzzled
"The full scholarship essay you sent to Cambridge University of Medicine and Surgery."
My eyes widened in shock. "How do you know about that?" I almost yelled.
"The same way I know everything about you Julia. But that was not what I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you that your 'new hobbies' has not set you on a certain path. Cambridge accepted you. You are getting a full scholarship. All expenses paid. All six years. All you must do is go there next year on 1st October."
I was flabbergasted but extremely happy at the same time. I was on Cloud Nine. I was still marveling at the fact that I got accepted when Mr. Hart suddenly said, "We're here."
"Already?" I asked in shock. I estimated that we must have travelled around 100 miles!
"Shit, we're late." Mr. Hart suddenly said and got of the car.
I followed suit and walked up to the window. And what I saw took my breath away. This was a huge underground base with literally all types of vehicles you can imagine. There were all types of planes – Private Jets, Army Fighter Planes, and helicopters. All types of land vehicles – Army transport, supply trucks, and other cars and busses to help blend in – Firetrucks, School buses, cars, vans, minivans, sports cars, jeeps, old vehicles, new vehicles, civilian vehicles, cheap and expensive cars and many more.
Mr. Hart walked up to me. "Your father had the same look on his face. As did I. Come on." He said, opening a door on his right and walking down that hallway. I followed him saw a tall bald man wearing a dark brown cardigan over his white shirt and black tie and holding a clipboard.
"Galahad" He said to Mr. Hart in a Scottish Accent.
"My codename" Mr. Hart/Galahad told me.
"Late again Sir." He said, checking his watch. Then he turned to me.
"In you go" He told me, showing the door. "Good Luck."
I went towards the door. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in the room.