Outside the darkness was beginning to settle for the evening, and the streetlights were shining down onto the ground along the way. Eggsy was walking quickly, with his hands firmly placed in the pockets of his jacket. He was wearing his usual outfit, as to before he became a Kingsman. This was your usual old jeans, caps and a simple shirt underneath a black and yellow bomber jacket, just as simple as that. He rounded a corner and walked ahead. Sounds of other people's footsteps were heard behind him, and he turned around multiple times to be sure no one was there to kick his ass or steal his money. It wasn't as if the neighborhoods were all nice and lovely. He decided to stop for a second, and look around at his surroundings. It was all silent, the only thing you could hear was the cars driving by in the distance, and Eggsy's hesitant breathing. With that he decided to not give a fuck, and simply continued.

He stopped in front of a house, and not just any house. This was a fancy one, hidden away from other people. Eggsy reached for a key in his pocket, and walked up to the porch slowly putting the key into its place in the keyhole of the door. It clicked, and slowly opened up.

It was cold inside and there were no signs of any human's presence, it hadn't been for a while. He closed the door, and sighed as he took a few steps around in the hall. He took his steps further and walked up the stairs, to the second floor. There he saw the room, the room in which he had been ripped apart.

It was Harry's study.

His face was filled with concern as he entered the room, which was still the same. All the out clips from the paper were there hanging on the wall, in his honor. The only light in the room was the beam streaming from the last bit of sun in the window. He took a seat in Harry's dusty old office chair, and opened the drawer of the desk. There was half a bottle of whiskey left, and Eggsy took it out and poured some into a glass present on the desk. He took the glass and twirled the liquid around in the glass, staring into it with an empty look.

''If only you'd seen me now, breaking into your house, drinking your liquor.'' He told himself, and scoffed at his comment. ''Cheers.'' His feet were resting on the desk, with the chair slightly tilted backwards as he took a long sip from his drink.

A thud was heard down stairs. Much to Eggsy's surprise he almost fell backwards, and coughed as the liquor had gone wrong as he swallowed, all at the same time. ''Shit, shit, shit.'' He hurriedly stood up and tried to find a place to hide. He didn't lock the door, and if there were anyone there he would be in trouble. Either he would be talked to in a bad manner of someone would come and fight him out of the house. Maybe it was drunken people needing a place to stay for the night.

After the thud, he heard the sound of something breaking. It was something that broke as it hit the floor, a glass or a vase. He seemingly heard someone comment on it though, ''you stupid wanker, keep quiet!'' It was a voice he wasn't familiar with, and he didn't want to be either. The footsteps were all over the place now, and Eggsy could tell there weren't only two persons underneath him. He cursed silently to himself, and tried to walk into the hall of the second floor. He shouldn't have done that, because seconds after he heard the squad downstairs move. He froze and stood still as the people were now in human form in front of him.

Eggsy was standing by the doorframe of the room, and was staring into the eyes of the person ahead of him. It was an older man, and the first impression of him was oozing of evil. He had an awful long scar starting from his eye going further down to his cheek, his eye didn't seem to function as well as it was all-blank. His hair was short, and gray. They were all wearing black gear, and had large weapons in their hands.

The leaders eyes squinted as he looked at Eggsy, his face filled with hatred. ''Agent, Galahad.'' His voice was dark, and groggy as he spoke. ''We have been looking for you.'' An evil smile appeared on his face and he directed with two fingers in the air for the other people in his squad to follow his lead as they went towards Eggsy.

He panicked and closed the door quickly in their faces. He put the lock on the door and ran over to the other side of the room to get a chair to block the door with. He stood against the wooden door as the evil man was pounding on it from the outside. ''Open up the door immediately! You are coming with us, dead or alive!''

Eggsy was beyond out of ideas; he didn't have his phone, or any gadgets to help him defeat these people. More banging was heard on the door, and all of a sudden he thought of Harry's desk, there must be some kind of weapon in there he could use. He let go of the door, and ran over in a quick manner, and opened everything he possibly could open.

Out of his eyesight, the door was suddenly slammed down with a loud bang. The door was gone and now there was a hole leading a way out into the hall. The man with the scar was the first one to appear as he took two steps into the room. Two loud and heavy thumps against the floorboards. He had a gun in his hand, and made it ready to fire. Eggsy looked him in the eyes, or more correctly, his eye. And broke the silence by walking in front of the desk which he had previously hidden behind, opening his mouth to speak. ''I'd appreciate to live, thank you very much.'' He swiftly moved his hand forward, letting a small net escape from the tiny gun he was holding in his hand, it shot out and hit his face. He had found the gadget in Harry's drawer. Not one of the best, if he could say the least, but enough to distract.

The gun hit the floor as he threw it away, and in Eggsy's sight it all went slow as he sprinted forward, his hands at his sides. As he reached the door where the man stood, clawing at his face to get the net off his face, Eggsy jumped up in front of him, grabbing the list above the door as he threw his whole body weight against him with his feet smashing his face, making him tumble and fall over back into the hall. His head hit the floor dangerously hard, and he seemed to have passed out. Eggsy had fallen back down as his plan had worked well enough, but not for long as another man came towards him from the stairs.

''Fucking, hell.'' Eggsy cursed once again, and staggered backwards into another room with a lot of furniture in. He took the closest thing possible to him, a tiny wooden chair, and slammed it right across the guy's head, making him unfocused. This was Eggsy's moment to knock the air out of his lungs as he came close to his enemy, and took the gun out of his left side pocket as he did his damage. He aimed it right at his chest and fired it off. Blood was sprayed onto his face, as his opponent fell dead before him. He clearly hadn't noticed, but there was suddenly a guy behind him with a knife ready to slit Eggsy's throat. He managed to take a strong grip on his arm and kick his foot, making him unbalanced, throwing him into the ground before him. Another shot was fired.

Eggsy's breathing became uneven. This wasn't the day he thought he would be spending on getting killed by assassins, all alone.

He was done; they were all taken care off.

''I think you missed one.'' A dark, ragged voice spoke from across the room.

Eggsy only laughed quietly to himself, getting tired of all this bullshit. ''Excuse me?'' He raised an eyebrow and turned around to look at him. It was the man with the scar, the leader of the group.

''You heard me, just let us kill you and get this over with, mate.'' His voice was awfully friendly all of a sudden. He noticed the gun in his hand at his side, and Eggsy held his tightly at hand too.

''I wouldn't be so sure of that, mate.'' He backfired, and struck out his gun, pulling the trigger.

Only thing was, it didn't go as planned.

There was an empty click sound coming from his weapon. No bullet, no gunfire. Nothing.

The man laughed at Eggsy's attempt to shoot him. He aimed his own gun at him instead, and gave him an evil smirk as he added, ''any last words?''

Eggsy's heartbeat raced, and his mouth got dry. He couldn't defeat this man even if he wanted to at this point; out of his own actions he just closed his eyes and waited for the bullet to hit him. His eyes closed even tighter at the sound of the gun. A loud bang evolved into the room, and seconds after he wondered why he wasn't already dead.

The man's head was blown off, and his body fell limply against the floor, and the sight of the man standing behind with a gun in the air was a saint in Eggsy's eyes.

It was Merlin.

He was shocked; he didn't know what to say. Merlin lowered his gun, and looked at Eggsy. He seemed different. His glasses were gone, and were most likely replaced by contacts. He had black clothes on, which were one of the agents uniforms, with a bulletproof vest underneath. He came towards Eggsy in a rather quick speed, and stopped in front of his face.

''Galahad.'' His dark voice spoke out loud. Eggsy had a frown on his face, waiting for the worst to come. ''What on earth are you doing, and in this house?''

''I- I just...'' He had no idea how to explain himself; he was in too much of a shock after seeing him saving his life. Merlin rubbed a hand against his face and over his head in frustration.

''Follow me.'' He turned around and walked into the hall again, moving away from all the dead bodies lying around like it was no big deal. He motioned towards the study, and sat against the desk taking two of the glasses, that was still in tact, and poured some whiskey into them from the glass bottle that stood on the desk.

He took a sip of his own, and as Eggsy slowly entered the study he reached out with the drink in his hand, as Eggsy gladly took it.

''You know, there was an assassin here to kill you tonight.'' He downed the rest of his drink.

''-And if you had been safe back at the headquarters, non of this would've happened.'' His eyes met Eggsy's now. They were serious and still.

''Merlin, how did you know I was here in the first place?'' He stood awkwardly in front of him, with the drink in his hand.

''You think we'd let you go anywhere without a tracker put on you, we know you're still under development, and you showed us that today. You would rather trust yourself and get killed than being safe with others to help you. No good first impression towards agent North, I must say.'' He put the empty glass down, and stood up. ''You are acting just like him, you know.''

Eggsy swallowed slowly as he heard all the words coming out of Merlin's mouth. He should've done better; he could've practically gotten killed tonight, but of course he didn't listen as always. When was he going to learn?

''I'm sorry.''

Merlin looked shocked at first, as this was the words Eggsy chose to speak out loud with, but let it go, afterwards. Not saying much.

''At least you didn't die.'' He took courage to give him a smile, and as Eggsy noticed this, he smiled back at him. ''We should be getting back, before more backup decide to come and swoop over the situation, which is not needed.'' The Scottish man patted Eggsy reassuringly on the shoulder, and walked ahead of him, and out of Harry's house returning back to the Kingsman HQ.