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Chapter Three-


"Impressive," Merlin remarked, staring at the final image displayed on the screen. "Well. We have a lot to work with here," he continued, not even missing a beat. He replayed the footage, pausing every now and then to take a note. Harry watched in tense silence. He was still brooding over how easily Hunter had snuck up on him. Was he getting too old for this? "Aha," Merlin muttered.

"What is it?" Harry asked, irritated.

"I couldn't find a single thing to go on at first. But those shoes she was wearing. Take a look at this," Merlin replied, zooming onto a small label on Hunter's rocket boot-stilettos. Harry leaned in closer, struggling to make out the text.

"63 Oxford Avenue?"

"Precisely. I'm doing a scan through our files to see if there's anything." They waited in silence. Harry absentmindedly rubbed the corner of Hunter's note, which was tucked carefully in his breast pocket. He simply didn't understand why he couldn't stop thinking about her. Sure, Harry had met many- and frankly, done many beautiful women before, but never had his thoughts been so preoccupied with one. He had to admit it. He was completely smitten. "You know, Galahad," Merlin began carefully. "It seems… a wee bit… peculiar that this Ashton girl has that address on her shoes. It's as if she's doing it on-"

"Purpose?" Harry cut in, finishing his old friend's sentence. "As if she's sending me a message? Yes." Harry glowered silently, still thinking.

"Hm," Merlin sighed finally. "Just be careful, yeah?" Harry nodded acknowledgingly. Right as he turned around to leave, Merlin called out. "Wait." Harry strode back, brow furrowing.

"What is it?"

"Is that what I think it is…" Merlin muttered. He zoomed in further, until the shot became slightly pixelated. "Oh no." Merlin indicated a tiny line of text on one strap of the shoe. Harry leaned forward again, squinting to make out what Merlin was pointing at.

"Valentine Technologies Enterprise," Harry finally read aloud. He turned his gaze towards Merlin. "Do you really think…?" Harry questioned, trailing off, his mind whirling with sudden possibilities.

"I'm not saying anything right now, Galahad. The Valentine Corporation is still running strong, even without Valentine himself. This might be a smaller branch or something. But like I said before. Be careful. Pack a couple extra grenades or something. Wouldn't want you dying again."

"Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. I didn't die." With that, Harry spun on his heel, heading out of the room. Merlin watched him leave, lips twitching slightly at the corners.

"Long live Galahad," he muttered to himself before getting back to work.


When Harry arrived at 63 Oxford Avenue, he could hardly believe his eyes. A sparkling mansion lay in front of him, with cast iron gates and sprawling gardens. He had been debating whether or not to arrive by plane and drop with a parachute, but after viewing the estate on Kingsman files, he had decided that something discreet was far more appropriate. The limo dropped had dropped him off a block away from the property, and so now here he was. His glasses lenses showed no sign of video surveillance of any sort on the outer perimeter of the building, and so Harry did a quick jog around the building, sketching out various entry points in his mind. At some period, he noticed an open window on what looked like the fifth floor on the left wing of the building, and upon further investigation, determined that it was the best entry option.

Harry adjusted the cuff link on his right wrist, aiming it at the window's ledge. With his other hand, he fired it, and a thin but sturdy industrial cable launched out. The grappling hook on the end fastened on the ledge with a sharp click, and Harry began to ascend. The walls of the mansion were, for the most part, made up of granite stone. The edges provided small but convenient footholds for Harry to push off on. Once he reached the window, he unfastened the hook, and upon pressing the cuff link again, the cable reeled in and the hook disappeared into the folds of his suit. He peered into the window carefully. It appeared that he was overlooking some sort of bizarre mix of a modern style dining room and library mashed up together. Comfortable looking armchairs swathed in white leather littered the large room, and a long table was set out in the middle with silver platters laid out on it. Shelves and shelves of bookshelves lined the walls. Harry could make out some of the titles.

His attention was suddenly drawn to the area beside him. Just to his left was a tall-backed armchair. He could scarcely but surely make out the top of someone's head over the top of the chair. Craning his neck, he realized it was Hunter. Her nose was buried in a book, a look of sheer focus burning in her eyes. Harry shifted a bit, adjusting his uncomfortable position on the window sill. He prepared to slip into the room when he heard a click. He didn't even bother looking at the gun pointed at him. Hunter held up her index finger before settling it back onto the trigger. They sat silently until Hunter looked up from her book.

"Sorry about that, just had to finish this chapter." She motioned towards the novel. "It's really great actually, maybe I'll let you borrow it sometime." Harry stared at her in perplexion. Setting the novel down carefully, she met Harry's gaze. "Right then, where were we?" She thought for a moment. "Oh yes. Mr. Hart, pleasure to see you again." Harry stayed silent. His knees were starting to cramp from being in the same awkward position for so long. "Well?" Hunter asked impatiently. "What are you still doing on my window?" She still had her pistol trained on him. "Oh," she finally sighed. "Where are my manners today. Come in, come in please." She beckoned him in, smiling brightly. Harry took one last glance at the gun.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" he asked finally.

"I don't suppose so, Mr. Hart. Come on now," she said, pointing at the table with the dishes laid out. "Your dinner's getting a bit cold." She giggled a bit, which took Harry by surprise. It just seemed so… un-Hunter-ish. "And you look ridiculous." With that, she turned her back on him, sauntering towards the table. Harry took the opportunity to aim a stun bullet at her with his watch. Before he could blink, a bullet whizzed past his fingertips and the watch face shattered. "Don't even think about it, darling."

Harry couldn't help it. He was absolutely smitten.


Hope you guys enjoyed it… I really like the cuff link thing, what do you think? How about a whole new line of Kingsman weaponry? Oh man. Anyways, my dream room is a half-library half-kitchen/dining room so I can eat and read at the same time. Like the idea?

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