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Summary: See Previous Chapters

Chapter Three

Eggsy and Roxy made it down into the main base before they were caught, though to be fair, that was still further than they had expected to get. What with toting along a tied-up agent swearing at the top of his lungs, and all, they'd hoped to be able to find the concealed entrance, at best. Roxy had stuffed one of his own socks in his mouth during the elevator ride, but he was still managing to be quite loud.

As a result, they soon had two other agents; a dark-skinned woman and an older man with the same cowboy mojo as the one they had taken down, after them. It took even less time for them to reach a stalemate, pinned down across opposite sides of a hall and shouting at each other between taking potshots.
At first it had been just insults and accusations, but they had finally reached the question stage, mostly from the older man. "Who the blazes are you and what is your vendetta with us?"

Roxy fired back, her gun ready for covering fire. "Your organisation showed up in files linked to a group that tried to blow us sky high with illegal, blackmarket missiles. I think we should be the ones asking that question."

Their hostage managed to spit out the sock being used for a gag. "If it's about that Lepodiatrist fellow…"

Eggsy glanced down at him, "The what and who now?"

A door banged open, a head of curly salt-and-pepper hair poking out. "What on earth is going on out here?"

Merlin's calm voice in their ear dissolved into loud, creative swearing as the Kingsman Agents stared at a very much alive Harry Hart, dressed in a tracksuit and with the new addition of an eyepatch, who stared at them with absolutely zero recognition. Roxy shifted her gun from cover to kill, aimed squarely at the other agents, while Eggsy pressed his against the temple of their own hostage. "Start talking, now."

The dark-skinned woman finally took over. "We found him at the site of what, in hindsight, was obviously a test run for V-Day. He had a bullet wound to the head, non-fatal with the application of some of our medical tech, but it resulted in amnesia."

The Kingsman agents paused when Merlin spoke in their ear. "I used your glasses to remotely hack into their database, and found a mention of them in the Tailor Shop records. Statesman is another independent intelligence agency, so while we can't entirely rule out individual corruption, the organisation as a whole is more or less clean."

Eggsy knew better than to remark that it would have been nice to know that earlier. "So Kingsman and Statesman are sister-organisations?"

They could practically hear Merlin shaking his head. "More like the distant cousin you never talk to and only interact with when forced. Play nicely for now."

They re-grouped at the hotel where Tilde was staying, as semi-neutral ground. Tilde had gone along with Eggsy's request to pretend that the Statesman Agents wanted to talk to her about investment and that Harry was an old acquaintances through Kingsman Tailors, who did, in fact, occasionally count the Swedish Royals among their customers, and had him swept off to an adjourning room. There were benefits to having booked an entire floor, even if it was mostly for security reasons. Eggsy sent her a text when they had finished discussing Kingsman and Statesman business, and moved onto what to do about Harry, who was being settled into yet another room.

The woman, Agent Ginger Ale, something akin to Kingsman's Merlin, had just finished a more in-depth explanation of the medical technology that had saved Harry's life. More specifically, the way to reverse the amnesia side-effects. Roxy frowned. "You suggest that we re-create some of the scenarios we faced in training?

Eggsy shook his head. "Not sure that'll work, Rox. Training was hard, yeah, but it was more about overcoming our fears and reacting under pressure than it was traumatising."

Roxy's expression suggested that she was remembering the parachute exercise, which she had found entirely traumatising, but she agreed with Eggsy. "Is there anything from his personal files that might work?"

Eggsy shrugged helplessly. "Between rescuing me from the cops and the Kentucky fiasco, we spent more time with Harry unconscious than having the time to get to know each other."

Tilde patted his shoulder sympathetically. "At least you finally have an excuse to move Mr Pickles. Harry would probably want him back."

Eggsy smirked up at her. "Not that either of us are sad to move him out of the downstairs bath -" He froze mid-sentence, eyes widening and face splitting into a broad grin as he swept his girlfriend into a kiss. "Til, love, you're brilliant!" He turned to the Statesman Agents, "I don't suppose there are any pet-shops nearby? We need a Yorkshire terrier puppy."

About an hour later, Tilde and the gathered agents were treated to the sound of muffled raised voices from the Room where Harry was staying, which cut off after a triumphant cry from Eggsy. Champ sighed in exasperation. "In our defence, we didn't have access to the context, or we would have figured it out ages ago."

Merlin, on vid-feed over a laptop in the interest of Roxy not having to repeat everything, merely shrugged. "The lad has good instincts, no matter how unconventional he is."

Tilde looed proud, "Even in a suit, people still underestimate him. It's both annoying and beneficial."

Further conversation was forestalled when Eggsy and Harry entered the meeting room, Harry looking far more aware than earlier, and zeroing in on the laptop that held Merlin's face. "Merlin."

Merlin's lips barely twitched, which for him was the equivalent of a face-splitting grin. "Welcome back, Galahad."

Tilde reluctantly interjected. "I hate to break up the mood, but I've been invited to join the President for dinner, and I'd rather have someone with me."

Eggsy winked at her. "Just give me a moment to change, luv. Which version am I aiming for?"

Tilde beamed. "Posh with the guests, Chav with the President. There are trade negotiations going on back home, and coming up in the UK, and if the ambassadors are busy cringing over the behaviour of the man giving them orders, especially if his twitter posts contradict all other reports, it can only be in our favour."

Roxy stifled a groan as Eggsy looked at her with literal hearts in his eyes, before he and the Crown Princess both left to change for dinner. "They are perfect for each other and its kind of terrifying. Also slightly sickening in the ridiculously love-struck sense."

Tequila, who had been surprisingly forgiving of the hostage situation and was now far more flirtatious than threatening, shrugged. "One day, you'll have to tell us that story."

Merlin cut in. "Later. We've got movement on Charlie and whoever he's working with. I've got some of my minions keeping an eye on things here, and I'm on a plane to your location."

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A/N: I decided to write Tilde as Valentine first described her: Publicly popular, Intelligent and politically smart. I also wanted to write about the relationship between her and Eggsy.

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