Clara wakes up, immediately trying to lift a hand to her aching head, only to find it tied down. She opens her eyes and looks around, she seemed to be underground somewhere. Shifting her attention to her wrists, she finds them, as well as her ankles, tied down with rope. She takes another look at her surroundings and discovers that she's tied to a set of train tracks. She quickly begins to panic. "Shit." She mutters, spotting a dark figure standing in front of her. She recognizes him as the man that spoke to them in the bar right before they had all passed out. This bastard must have drugged them! And where were Eggsy and Roxy? She couldn't give two shits about Charlie's whereabouts. "Where am I?" She asks the man. "And who the fuck are you?"

The man holds up a knife, a dangerous glint in his eye. "This knife can save your life, yeah?"

Suddenly, a train whistle can be heard in the distance. Clara sees bright lights approaching her panic returns. "Shit!" She shrieks.

She looks at the man with wide pleading eyes and he smirks in return. "My employers got some questions for ya sweetheart. What the fuck is Kingsman, and who is Gary McKenzie?

Mixed with the fear, she felt a pang in her chest at the mention of her father. Steeling herself, she glares back at the man. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Shit!" She shouts.

"Oh Clara. I just killed a couple of your friends that gave me the same bullshit answers. I'd hate to do the same to such a pretty face."

Clara whimpers, "Please just cut the ropes."

The man chuckles, "Clara, is Kingsman really worth dying for?"

Clara scowls at the man, "My family sure as fuck is. I won't tell you anything. Fuck you!" Clara squeezes her eyes shut, preparing for the impact of the train. However, a moment later she hears the train pass over her. She was still alive? She opens her eyes just in time to see the section of the tracks she was tied to rise from below the ground.

She looks to see if the man was still there, but finds Harry standing in his place. His pride clearly displayed on his face. "Congratulations. Bloody well done, dear."

Clara nods, taking deep breaths to get over the shock. "How'd the others do?" She really wanted to know if Eggsy passed… and Roxy too…

"You'll be pleased to know both Roxy and Eggsy passed with flying colors. Charlie's up next, want to watch?"

Clara's eyes light up, a devious smirk on her face. "Oh hell yes."

~8~

Roxy, Clara, Eggsy and their mentors are stood in Merlin's "lair" as Clara calls it. All of their eyes are fixed on the big screen in the room, which showed Charlie tied to the same set of tracks they themselves were previously tied to.

"Oh, fuck." Charlie mutters.

The man interrogating him leans forward, "Is Kingsman really worth dying for?"

"No, it fucking isn't! Shit, I'll tell you what you want. Please! Chester King is Arthur. Arthur's head of a spy agency, it's called Kingsman. Get me out of here!"

The man smiles cunningly, "Thank you, Charlie. Much appreciated." He steps back as the train gets closer.

"Come on!" Charlie shouts. "That wasn't the fucking deal!" The train runs over Charlie and he's dropped into the hole in the tracks as it passes. "Fuck! Oh, fuck!" His horror only doubles when he sees Arthur standing where the man once was. To say Arthur looked disappointed was an understatement.

Once the group is finished watching Arthur voice his disappointment in Charlie, Merlin turns to face them all. "Galahad, Percival, congratulations. Our candidates have reached the final stage of the testing process. As tradition allows, you now have 24 hours to spend with them. Eggsy, you should know your father reached this point. From now on, there are no safety nets, understood?" The recruits all look at each other before facing Merlin again and nodding. "Good. Dismissed."

The other leaves the room, all except Clara, who stays with Merlin. He sighs, "Clara I know it's tradition to spend these 24 hours with the agent who proposed you, but we can bend the rules here. You're not the typical candidate anyways. Go spend time with Harry, he did just wake up."

Clara beams and hugs Merlin, thanking him, before sprinting out of the "lair" and towards Harry's office. Merlin smiles, watching her before turning back to the screen in front of him and turns on the microphone. "Charlie, time to go home."

Charlie all but pouts, "Fuck you! My fucking dad's gonna hear about this!"

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry it's short, but I wanted to get another chapter out before Thanksgiving. Thanks for your support guys, it really means a lot to me.