Clara and Eggsy follow Harry into a back room in the tailor shop. He stops in front of a large mirror, inviting them in. "Come on in." Eggsy goes and stands next to Harry, looking at himself in the mirror. "What do you see?" Harry asks.

Eggsy scoffs, "Someone who wants to know what the fuck is going on."

"I see a young man with potential. A young man who is loyal. Who can do as he's asked, and who wants to do something good with his life." He describes Eggsy, quite accurately if he did say so himself. "Did you see the film "Trading Places"?"

Eggsy answers him, "No."

"How about "Nikita"?" Eggsy shakes his head. "" Pretty Woman"?" Eggsy looks at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he's getting at. "Alright. My point is that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path, but you needn't stay on it. If you're prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform."

Eggsy nods, now understanding. "Oh, like in "My Fair Lady."

Clara looks at him in disbelief, "Well, you're full of surprises." This earns her a cheeky wink from Eggsy.

Harry nods, "Yes, like in "" My Fair Lady". Only in this case, I'm offering you the opportunity to become a Kingsman."

Eggsy looks at him strangely, "A tailor?"

Harry shakes his head. "A Kingsman agent."

Eggsy looks a lot more intrigued. "Like a spy?"

"Of sorts, interested?"

"You think I've got anything to lose?"

Harry places his hand on the mirror, which causes the floor to start moving downwards, like a big elevator. He then begins to explain to Eggsy to history of the Kingsman. "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 I. That meant a lot of money going uninherited, and a lot of powerful men with a desire to preserve peace and protect life. Our founders realized that they could channel that worth and influence for the greater good. And so began our other venture. An independent, international intelligence agency operating at the highest level of discretion. Above the politics and bureaucracy that undermine the integrity of government run spy organizations. The suit is a modern gentleman's armor, and the Kingsman agents are the new knights."

Once Harry finishes his spiel, all Eggsy has to say is, "How deep does this fucking thing go?" referring to the elevator.

Harry sighs, "Deep enough." Once they reach the bottom of the tunnel, there's a shuttle waiting to take them to a massive mansion in the country. Harry looks at his watch, "Shit we're late." As they get off the shuttle and start walking through the mansion, Eggsy looks on in amazement at the massive room holding planes, cars and so much more. Harry catches his look of awe, "Your father had the same look on his face. As did I. Not Clara though."

"Why not?" Eggsy asks, looking at Clara who had remained almost silent the entire trip.

"The girl practically grew up here." He ushers them to keep moving. "Come on."

They turn down a hallway, where they meet Merlin, who seemed to be waiting for them. "Galahad. Morgana." He greets the two.

Harry looks at Eggsy and explains, "Our codenames."

Merlin continues, "Late again, sir."

Harry nods his apologies and turns to Eggsy, "Good luck." Clara gives him a quick smile and also wishes him luck.

"In you go." Merlin gestures to the door. "You too Morgana".

Clara looks at him in confusion, "Sorry?"

Merlin sighs, "Perhaps one of us should have told you sooner, but Arthur proposed that I choose a candidate as well. I picked you. If you can make it through this training, you will become a true Kingsman. That entails more than just sitting behind a computer with me all day."

Clara stutters, "I'm not quite sure I understand." She looks between Harry and Merlin with a mix of confusion and shock. "You want me to compete for the position of Lancelot?"

Harry shakes his head, "Not quite, dear. Should you complete the training, you will still be assigned the codename Morgana, but you will become a field agent. Everyone else in that room," He gestures to the door behind him. "is competing to become the next Lancelot. You, however, just need to make it through the training and there's a spot waiting just for you."

Clara shakes her head, caught off guard. "But, is that even fair?"

"Why of course, you've been with us for quite a while. Hell, you were practically raised a Kingsman between your parents, Merlin and I. So what do you say?"

Clara takes a shaky breath and looks up at the two men with a smile, "I'm in."

With a smile, Merlin steps aside and gestures to the door. Clara turns to Harry, giving him a hug and a peck on the cheek. Harry smiles and wishes her luck, his heart swelling with pride. With that, Clara turns towards the door, quickly sending a mock salute to Merlin, she walks into the room.

~8~

Clara enters the room, assessing the competition. Well, not real competition, but they didn't know that. Luckily, she discovers she isn't the only girl in the room. She smiles as her eyes land on Eggsy, she wasn't a big fan of him at first, but he'd grown on her.

Eggsy turns towards the door, having heard it open and close. A smile comes to his face, happy to see a familiar face. His smile grows a bit when she starts walking towards him. "Miss me already then, did ya?"

Clara smirks, "Well someone had to keep an eye on you."

Merlin enters the room, addressing all the recruits. "Fall in." Clara, Eggsy and the other recruits stand at attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Merlin. You are about to embark on what is probably the most dangerous job interview in the world. One of you, and only one of you, will become the next Lancelot. Can anybody tell me what this is?" He holds up a black plastic bag. Most of the recruits rise their hands and Merlin points to one of the snobby looking boys. "Yes?"

"Body bag, sir." The boy answers.

"Correct. Charlie, is it?"

"Yes, sir." Charlie responds.

"Good." Merlin says. "In a moment, you will each collect a body bag. You will write your name on that bag. You will write the details of your next of kin on that bag. This represents your acknowledgement of the risks that you're about to face as well as your agreement to strict confidentiality. Which, incidentally, if you break, will result in you and your next of kin being in that bag. Is that understood?" Eggsy looks around at the other recruits in confusion, watching them all nod. "Excellent. Fall out." Merlin looks at Clara for a moment before turning around and leaving the room.

Eggsy and Clara stick close to each other, only being comfortable with one another at the moment. They walk towards some of the beds that were up against the wall, Eggsy still looking around in confusion. That is, until a brunette girl with a kind smile walks up to them. "Roxanne. But call me Roxy." She holds her out her hand, shaking hands with Clara and then Eggsy.

"I'm Clara." Clara responds, with a kind smile of her own.

"And I'm Eggsy." He utters.

Roxy looks at him, perplexed. "Eggy?"

"No, "Eggsy"."

The tall, snobby kid from earlier walks over to the trio. "Eggy? And where did they dig you up?"

Roxy responds for him. "You know we're not allowed to discuss who proposed us.

Another snobbish recruit answers this time. "No need to bit his head off. Charlie's only making conversation, right, Charlie?"

"Hm." Charlie nods.

The other recruit holds out his hand to Eggsy, seemingly forgetting about the two female recruits. "I'm Digby."

"Digby." Eggsy repeats.

"Eggy, this is Rufus." He gestures to the man on the other side of Charlie. "Rufus, Eggy." Eggsy shakes Rufus' hand.

"So, Eggy, are you Oxford or Cambridge?" Rufus asks.

"Neither." Eggsy responds

"Saint Andrews?" Charlie asks.

"Durham?" Digby offers.

"No, wait," Rufus says. "I think we may have met. Did you serve me at the McDonald's in Winchester service station?"

"No, but if I had, I'd have given you an extra helping of the secret sauce." Eggsy says with a cocky smirk.

Charlie turns to the other boys, "It's definitely Saint Andrews." They laugh, causing Eggsy to turn away from them.

"Just ignore them." Roxy comforts.

"Twats like them won't make it far." Clara adds, making Roxy laugh.

Another girl walks over to them, holding out a pen. "You need a pen?" She asks the three. Clara shakes her head politely, having already putting down her and Harry's information on her bag.

Eggsy gladly accepts her offer. "Cheers."

"Amelia, isn't it? Roxy asks. "Amelia, this is Eggsy and Clara."

"Hi Eggsy, hi Clara." Amelia greets, reaching out to shake both of their hands. While shaking Eggsy's hand, she leans in a bit and says, "Don't take any notice of those guys."

Roxy agrees, "That's what Clara and I told him." Amelia walks off and Eggsy turns his attention to his body bag. "It's just scare tactics. Classic Army technique. No one's gonna die."

Eggsy hears Charlie, Rufus and Digby snickering behind them. "Shame." Eggsy says. Hearing Clara mutter something along the lines of "fucking pricks" under her breath.

The recruits all head off to the beds they'd be calling their own for the next couple of weeks, or even months. None of them were really quite sure. All they knew was that they would need as much rest as possible to prepare for what was ahead of them.

A/N: Hi guys! I wrote a good portion of this chapter at work yesterday, so I was able to get it out today rather than tomorrow! :) I hope you guys enjoy! I'm super excited to be starting this part of the movie!