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The DB-5 Austin Martin continues its drive down the back streets. The road leads into a dead end or so it seems as Ianto yanks the wheel hard to simply fly tough an opening. The car emerges from the darkness of the lanes to stop at an imposing stone gate. Old and decaying.
Carved on the gate: KINGSMAN LONDON.
The DB-5 pulls through the gate, down the alleyway finally revealing an old store. The store looks lonely and deserted. Everything has fallen into disrepair. More dead than alive.
Ianto and Jack climb out. They face the imposing old structure. They go to the front door. The front door creaks open. For Ianto, it's like entering a haunted place. Light shafts cut through the dusty rooms. It's dark. Ianto moves through the huge and echoing main hall. Then a sound. A floor board creaks. They stop. Turn. And from the darkness, a figure emerges... An old man holding a shotgun. Handsome, weathered face. Strong body. Blue eyes, white beard. He looks at Ianto.
Willaby Jones splutters "Ianto?"
"Good God. Are you still alive?" Ianto replies.
Willaby looks at him, stows his shotgun. "Ha!... It's nice to see you too."
Willaby slowly smiles. As does Ianto. Willaby claps his hand warmly. "Jack, this is Uncle Willaby. Custodian here since I was a boy."
"Pleased to meet you, Jack" the old man nods, and then turns to Ianto "You're a tad late. They've sold the place when they thought you were dead after T1. Seems they were wrong."
Willaby takes a sturdy look to Ianto "What are you doing here?"
Ianto looks at him. Decides. "I thought you were gone and the place deserted. Some men are coming to kill us. We're going to kill them first."
"Then we'd better get ready boy."
"Do we still have a gun room?" Ianto asks.
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They have emptied out the gun room and the car's boot onto the pool table and take in the array of handguns, shotguns and a hand grenade from somewhere. Ianto grins at it like it is an old friend.
Ianto sets the old hunting rifle down on the table. He learned to shoot with this one, it's his favourite.
"There might be a couple sticks of dynamite from the quarry... But if all else fails..." Willaby shrugs as he puts his hunting knife on the table. "Sometimes the old ways are the best."
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"So... who is it we're supposed to be fighting?" Willaby asks as they stand in the old firing range.
"No 'we' in it, Willaby. This is not your fight."
Willaby looks at him levelly. "Try and stop me, you jumped up little shit."
Ianto smiles. There's no arguing with him. He turns and aims the gun at the targets. Willaby croons gently "Now remember what I taught you. Don't let it pull to the left."
"I'll do my best."
BOOM! BOOM!
Two targets disintegrate - Ianto ejects. Willaby is stunned. "What did you say you did for a living since you scrubbed out of basic training?"
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Jack is looking out of the window, scanning the horizon. Willaby enters. He smiles a bit as he brings him a box of explosives "Good thing you have that coat boy. The nights get cold here."
He hands him a scarf with the Kingsman Logo on it "Thank you, Mr. Willaby ... It's a beautiful old place."
"She is... And like all great ladies, she still has her secret ways. Let me show you this..." Willaby leads Jack to the fireplace at the back of the main store. He slides a bolt and kicks a wooden panel by the fireplace. It slowly creaks open. Secret door. Inside, a cramped chamber and tunnel leading off to darkness. Willaby flips a switch. Naked light bulbs light the passageway.
"A Pirate's hole" Willaby grins "from Reformation times. Tunnel leads under Bute Park. If you get into danger, this is the place to come."
Jack takes it in. Powerful memories.
"The night I told him his Mama had died, he hid in here for two days... When he did come out, he wasn't a boy anymore." Willaby said softly, and then he cleared his throat "Must get on."
He leaves. Jack looks around the sad little hole. He looks deeper down the tunnel.
So this is why Ianto likes the archives?
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They prepare... They get the store ready for assault. Willaby and Ianto pull the dust-sheet off an old mirror, begin to drag it.
Jack pulls the dust sheets from the chandeliers..
Jack loads bits of scrap metal (nuts and bolts) into a bag and then pours powder from a shotgun shell into the bag. He attaches the bags of shrapnel to the exposed filaments from the chandeliers. We see several completed bags lined up on the dining room table.
Ianto carefully places a single shotgun cartridge under a floorboard in the side hallway that leads upstairs to the storage area.
Ianto opens a dusty crate up in the attic area. Searches through the straw bedding. Pulls out two old sticks of dynamite tied together with twine... grins as he remembers hiding these ones.
Willaby completes sawing off the barrels of his prized shotgun, creating a sawed-off. ...And BOOM! He blows a huge hole in the wall. Willaby looks on, satisfied.
Ianto's feet crunch on the gravel outside the storefront. He walks back to the building and stands at the front door, takes a last look at the landscape. He goes inside. The heavy front door slams shut.
Time to play.
