Thank you to all who have commented and read this, you are some amazing people. Sorry for the wait, I've managed to go ahead in the story, about 6 or 7 chapters ahead, and what I've written so far is pretty heavy. A warning to all, this may go rated M. I tried to keep it clean but where is the fun in that? Now to continue with the basic chapters.

She took out money from an ATM, 400 pounds was modest enough. The good thing was, she wasn't going to starve, especially after hacking some money from the business and banks. She knew better than to hack more than she should, besides, the banks wouldn't even see a dent in their money.

Hailing for a cab, she went in, "Kings Cross, please." she told the cab driver. Taking off her hat, as her long bright red hair came down, massaging her hair and leaning back on the seat she watched with excitement as the city passed her. The cab driver glanced back at her, "Is everything alright?" he asked, "Yes, everything is fine. Just tired. Long night out." she told him.

The sun was rising and she knew it was time to rest. 'Living like a vampire.' she chuckled to herself. It was morning and people were already on the move, she knew she had to do the same. As the cabbie stopped in front of Kings Cross, she paid him and got out. She waited until he was out of sight and then started walking towards The British Library and went in.

Passing the crowds of people who were waiting to get in, she took out a badge that was in her pocket, showed it to the guards, who let her through. Going through the main hall, going up the elevator, she went to the Reading Room which was empty. All except one person, a very kind old lady who stood up from her desk, "Morgan, you are late!" she said in all loving tone but stern.

"I'm sorry Judy, traffic." she responded in a loving tone, "But I have a few minutes to spare!" she told her as she fixed her slacks and her blazer. Judy looked down at her shoes, she was wearing tennis shoes. "Out for a run?" she reminded her.

Morgan giggled, "Uh, yeah! Had a bit of a run." she said while going in her bag and taking out her flats. The library had opened and Morgan was ready for them. Sighing, she smiled to herself and said, "Let the madness ensue."

Going about her day as usual, she helped people as they came in and out. The hardest part of being an American and in a British Library, they expect you to sound British. Which was annoying enough but she knew she had to blend in well enough with the rest. She didn't try to talk in their dialect, she felt it would be very rude of her to copy them but it didn't mean that she wasn't trying. Learning and listening with the way they talked, she picked up a few things. Practicing quietly and repeating the annunciation, she did her best to work at it. 'Learn and blend in.' she thought to herself.

The papers and the news reported of what happened in Piccadilly Circus. Morgan picked up the papers and shook her head, "Lights out on Piccadilly Circus." the news headline in bold letters. As she read the column, she frowned, 'First it was beautiful, with a show of the Black Swan, with the beautiful Tchaikovsky blaring on everyone's phones, no one was spared. It was a grand splendor of the victims, as a possible hacker changed their gaze away from the real world and into beauty.' the columnist wrote. Morgan smiledmaybe they didn't understand what she was trying to portray, but all the same, it seemed enough.

The new exhibition was on the Victorian Era and she was very much intrigued. She walked passed the illustrations from the history they gathered. The details she was mostly interested in was the Queen and how she lived in those days. As she read about Queen Victoria and her assassination attempts, none had managed to get to her. Morgan thought, after so many attempts, she'd think about possibly finding real body guards for this kind of job. Then it hit her, maybe there was one. As she looked at the exhibition, for any hint on the columns about whom were her protectors, there were none. Eventually, she went to Christopher, who was in charge of the exhibition. Even he couldn't tell her much because he didn't know of them. However, he was kind enough for her to see the newspapers that the public couldn't see.

Browsing through the pages, scanning them thoroughly, she found nothing. However, there was something was odd. It wasn't until the last attempt that was made on her, she found something in the corner, 'The Kingsman are now in service.' it said. Looking into it she found it was short.

'The Kingsman are now in service. Their soul purpose is to safe guard the Queen and the crown. After much denial from the Queen, she has agreed to hire the Kingsman for safety. After 8 assassination attempts, there is room for skeptics and their failure. Will they protect the crown and the Queen?'

That itch she had had finally been scratched and it felt great. Gleaming with light, she had a lead. Through out the day, she looked up on everything possible on The Kingsman. Morgan had been disappointed when she saw that through out history, there were somehow wiped out. No mention had been made by any other royalty about them. Of course, they had their own bodyguards, but they didn't mention their name, not once. A level of frustration had kicked in, she knew she had to do something better. She did have the internet.

Jumping on the computer at the library, she hacked into it another persons name, and started looking up for information. Everything and anything that came up on the Kingsman, but there wasn't much, except a shop not far from where she was and conspiracy theories.

Looking up the information during her lunch, she read into it, people guessed they were a secret organization for hire and have saved the world more than once. Some websites were off the grid, some where very poorly done, but it gave the info she wanted. Some wrote testimonies of their encounters with them. Most of the time, they refereed to mostly male's being involved in this service. It was all very vague and illusive but it was something. There were some pictures, but they were very blurry. One was what looked like a man in a suit, with a gun in his hand, while his face had been blurred out due to the quick movements he made.

The night was settling in and it was time to close up. Morgan found it very rewarding to be researching and learning something absolutely new. Judy had left early, leaving Morgan to close up which wasn't an issue. She took her findings in her backpack and closed up the Reading Room.

Taking the tube home from Euston to Stonebridge Park, she knew she was lacking sleep. After being up for 24 hours, she knew it was time to sleep. Going to her little studio flat she kept, it was modest and there wasn't much for furniture, just her bed and a drawer. Clothes were everywhere, her shoes were all over the floor, not caring to change or shower, she plopped down on her bed and slept.

Merlin had been going through a wild goose chase looking for this female, he couldn't call her a women or a girl, it was hard to determine what she was with so little evidence. Dark haired female was all he got, which wasn't enough. This person was clever, leaving little traces of her path and erased forever. Or almost.

Something came up on his screen, he had been flagged, someone was looking up on The Kingsman. Going through the files and websites of what had been researched, he thought very little of it. The conspiracy theories were just enough to get the public happy and nothing more. He even added on to the story's by saying one agent was an undercover male stripper. It was gimmicks and he would fuel it every now and then to keep the real stories off of them. The source was going back to The British Library by the name of James Tyrin. Merlin wasn't bothered by it, however, he would keep an eye out.

The next day, Morgan came to work refreshed and ready to start the day. Again, she researched on The Kingsman. This time, under another false name but blocked it, to prevent anyone from flagging her down. This time, she was on fire. She did more than just research, she was determined to look for their network. If they were an actual organization, she would find them just for the hell of it. The chances of her being caught were very likely but she was much smarter than that.

As she worked on it, she was becoming distracted by the people asking her questions. She knew she should've been working but she wasn't. It was a busy day and she knew there was no way of avoiding them, even Judy was becoming annoyed with her slacking. Morgan gathered herself and got off the computer. It was time to do real, honest work.

Merlin had been eating breakfast when he heard his phone go off, another flag had been hit. Walking to his office, "Pull up the flags." he said to the screen and again, there was hit. In the same place, The British Library, but the hit disappeared faster then it appeared. Sighing in annoyance, he knew someone was poking at him. There was a feeling in the back of his mind that this could be the hacker and if it was, it made it to the top of his priority list.

Pressing a few buttons, he made a call to Galahad.

"Merlin," Galahad answered.

"I think we've had a breach in our system. It was quick, there was no damage but it's enough to make me worried."

"The Piccadilly Hacker?"

"Not sure, but it feels like it is. We got a notice that someone had been doing research on the Kingsman yesterday, it was the usual google, still it makes me worried. The last source it came from was The British Library. The only name they used for the computer was a James Tyrin, which is a false name. I checked the database and there is no James Tyrin living in London, only in South Hampshire."

"You want me to look? Anyone near there?"

"Unfortunately no. I know it's your day off."

"There is never a day off for the Kingsman. I'll take a look around." Galahad told him with a sigh. It was obvious that he was bored, work was better than nothing.

Arriving at The British Library and hour before closing, he walked in with his umbrella next to him, a regal air about him made people move aside. Harry had confidence with every step he took, it made women stare at him and his suit.

"The last hit was made in the Reading Room." Merlin informed him through his ear piece. Galahad made his way to the Reading Room. Observing the room, he found an elderly lady at the desk organizing books. Walking to her, he very quietly said, "Excuse me." looking at her name tag, "Judy." he called to her.

Slowly looking up at him, she gave a warm and gracious smile. The suit really seemed to make her gleam, "Excuse me for saying this, but look like my former husband." she giggled at him.

Galahad gave a nod and a smile, "I am sorry to say I am not, but what's to say I can't be the next?" he lightly flirted with her. Lightly slapping his arm and covering her mouth in surprise, "You wear that suit so nicely but I digress, what can I do for you. . ." she paused, for his name. "Theodore. You can call me Ted."

"Well, Ted what can I do for you?"

"I need help on some research. It's to do with my family genealogy, I have all the names but I heard that they may be in some of these books. However, my skills on computer are lacking. Would there anybody here that is a computer whiz?"

Judy had to think about, "I am not sure if there is. The only person that I can think of that is somewhat decent is one of my part time workers, Morgan. However, she left for the day." she said in sad tone, then she perked up, "Wait, I have just the person, his name is Christopher. He is in the Victorian exhibition, right across the hall. He is very good with that sort of thing. I am absolutely rubbish."

"Well thank you, Judy. You are a blessing in disguise." he told her as he nodded and smiled. Judy blushed and waved her hand, "You just let me know if you need help with anything. I can look for any names you want." she told him.

"Merlin, get me the names of all the staff members and their profiles." he quietly said as he walked across the hall to the Victoria exhibition.

"Working on it."

It was strange enough that he walked in and almost suited the time period, he just needed a few adjustments to his suit with a top hat, he would've been the main event of the exhibition. As he asked for Christopher and found that he too had left for the day.

Merlin told him in his ear piece, "I am trying to narrow down the potential hacker. Christopher has a degree in computer science and history but nothing looks suspicious."

"What about Judy's assistant?" he asked, "All we have of her is she's majoring in History, nothing else. Although nothing comes up after a year ago-" he was cut off shortly.

"Merlin." Galahad called to him but there was no answer. "Merlin!" he said in a worried tone. Then there was nothing but static. Quickly he made his way out of the library and hailed a cab, "Number 11 Saville road and fast!" he told him.

Next one coming soon.