Getting back into the groove. Don't mind me.

Morgan had tried her best to keep it together. It was hard to keep any unwanted attention to herself but Christopher didn't know how to take a hint. He was sweet, he was nice, he was. . . well, he was boring. It was everything she didn't want or need at the time, not when she was in hiding. Any intentions of love or a hint of it would make things messy. It came to a point when she decided to almost throw a cup of coffee on his face, but it took every once of strength to hold it together, when he asked her if she was seeing anyone.

No. It wasn't going to work out.

She did not want any attention. Yet, she knew she was sabotaging herself when she continued to keep an eye out on every private organization. For months, she watched them. There was a small sense of paranoia, especially when she was on the run. There was the nagging feeling that she was being followed. The constant change in her life, it was inevitable, having to change herself on her appearance. An expensive life she lived and yet money was not hard to come by. It was as easy as a push of a button, but for some reason she hated herself when it came to retrieving it. She had to make a spectacle of herself! Like Picadilly Circus.

She just couldn't stay silent. It really was a distraction! Or so she thought.

Christopher was a distraction. In a month or two, she decided to leave. It was time. And yet, a part of her wanted to stay in London. She's always been thrilled by the idea to live in London, every since she read about them in books as a child. There was a way to manage another month, if she just stay out of sight. And for that, she promised herself. One more month and she would stay away from the computer.

And then...she couldn't keep away. Not when the Kingsman were doing so much good but with little resources.

The itch, to redeem, to help, to be of service.

How could she possibly pull this off?

Merlin's mind had been on edge after the last assignment. He could not sleep. Researching every way possible to advance his work, to a point when he was recruiting for the extra help. The problem was, no one was able to match what he wanted. Even if they were close enough to his goal, he realize they were not Kingsman material.

Galahad could see that he was getting desperate and it was annoying him.

"This has got to stop!" Galahad finally told him when he found Merlin disheveled, he was growing a beard already and his clothes were a mess. "This is not over a women, this over a hacker!"

"What would you have me do? Yield?!"

"I don't expect you to yield! I expect you to approach this in a different manner."

"I am trying! But I can't do this without so much as giving away our positions."

"I understand," Galahad paused and sighed, "Jon, I have not seen you like this since-" then a small shrug, "Well, since your wife."

"Ex." he grunted.

"Still, a woman." raising an eyebrow, "Lets go for a drink."

"I am drinking." Merlin pointed to his glass.

"Outside! Away from this room."

"No. I've got work to do."

"Humor me here. It's 3 in the afternoon and you haven't left the room in almost a week."

"Harry, there is a lot of work to do. I cannot be galavanting around-"

The computers made an alarm noise.

An unwanted signal was coming in.

"We have something!" he said as he started typing away. Looking through the networks and finding the feed, he realized it was from out of the country. "This is strange." he said as he continued to follow the feed. It was trying to hack into it's system but he was faster, this feed was week, this hacker was weak. It didn't take long for Merlin to find the source and where it was going to. "It's using our connection to something or someone else." he told Harry.

"To whom? To where?"

"I don't know but-" it didn't take long for him, to find it. It was going back to the British Library. Both men looked at the screen in a stupor. "What could this hacker possibly want with the British Library?" Harry asked.

"I don't know but this is not the Piccadilly Hacker, this feels different."

"How so?"

"I was able to block them from accessing files, the problem was, they weren't searching for files. They were searching for a previous signal that was connected to us. They're looking for someone or something."

"Are there any important files at the British Library?"

"Just about everything is public access but I don't believe it has to do with a file. I think it was the previous person whom through the red flag. I think a different source is trying to reach the Piccadilly Hacker for communication." as he continued to type away, his mind was buzzing with ideas. "Head to the library and see if you can find anyone on the computer-" his voice had raised, he had been somewhat excited for this new piece of information.

"Are you saying that the Piccadilly Hacker is at the British Library?"

"There is the possibility."

"And just how do you suppose I find this person? Out of the hundreds of people that enter in and out of the area, how do we find them?"

"I don't know! Just go-" he said in desperation.

"Merlin, stop right now or I am not going anywhere! Do you understand that I am looking for a women or possibly a man that could be the hacker? What are the chances of me finding this person? It's a needle in a haystack."

"I understand but you have got to try! This is-"

"An obsession!"

"It's not an obsession! It's my job! I have to find this hacker before it decides to kill us!" he started yelling at him.

"Give me something to go on, so I can find this possible hacker? I am going in blind Merlin!" Harry retorted back, making a point to Merlin.

Harry arrived at the library. Again, he walked through the halls and made his way to the Reading Room and found, Judy, once again.

"Hello Judy!" he quietly said with her back to him. Quickly she turned around and smiled, "Oh well, if it isn't my husband!" she giggled away. "You look rather lovely today, is that a hint of vanilla I smell?"

"Ah, how did you know?"

"I love the smell of vanilla any day."

"Oh, you coy man!" she giggled while blushing, "Well, you still look handsome in those suits."

"Thank you! I hate to digress but I have some important matters to discuss."

"Oh, yes. How can I be of help?"

"I'm afraid I am very poor with computers, I need some help-"

"It's not a problem, I have someone who can help you. Christopher is gone for the day but I have Morgan here. Though she's not as good as Christopher, Morgan can get the job done."

"Can you tell me where she is?"

"She's probably restocking the shelfs in the B section."

Nodding to Judy, "Thank you." as he made his way.

The women he was advised to go to was on a ladder, with a book open, reading it. Slowly he approached her, and cleared his throat. Still, no word as she continued to read. Again, he cleared his throat, waiting for an answer but she was entranced by the book. "Excuse me!" Harry finally said. Causing her to drop the book and gasp in surprise. Quickly Harry moved out of the range of the falling book. "Oh, I am so sorry! You gave me a good scare!" the skittish women said as she quickly came down the stairs. "Are you alright sir?" she said as she picked up the book and finally looked at the man.

"I'm quite alright. I apologize for giving you a fright!" Harry said with a smile as he finally looked at the women, called Morgan. Her red hair was in a messy bun, her features were delicate, with her glasses on. Even he could appreciate her looks, even if she looked like a mess.

Morgan too, looked at the gentlemen. Her eyes blinked quickly and then gasped, as she turned pale.

'Shit!'

"No, I was just- Well, it was very interesting-" she couldn't finish her words as she turned her eyes away from him. "It's Ayn Rand." she said as she showed him the book. Harry nodded and gave a smirk, "Are you fond of her?"

"Well, I admire her work and the characters. Very strong and straightforward!" she said as she gulped and then gave a weak smile. "Wish I could be anything like them."

"I believe we all do have the ability. Some better than others." he added in.

"Right?!" she said with some enthusiasm. "Well, I suppose..." she said slowly as she waited for something. Did they find her? Did she give herself away?

"You could assist me?" Harry said. "I need to gather some information about my family lineage. I know for a fact that there is some history here about my great-granny." he said.

She looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Oh, you're here to-" she paused as she gave a nervous laugh, "I'm sorry, research! Yes, of course!" while fixing her glasses.

"My name is Theodore, but most people call me Ted."

"Nice to meet you, Ted" she said in a slow but agonizing tone as she shook his hand.

'I don't think he knows its me!'

"And your Morgan, correct?"

"What? How did you know?" she said in a standoff tone.

"Well, I have my resources. I can find any one I want, when I want, when necessary." he paused, "All I need to do is apply the right pressure, make them uncomfortable, and have all the answers I need. I could even take down the Brittish Crown if I so desired!" Harry seemed to be pleased with himself and his humor. However, Morgan did not see it that way. The blood from her face left her, she had gone pale.

'They found me!' the fear was settling in quickly.

Harry noticed the look on her face.

"Or I could just say, I got it from your name tag and your lovely boss, gave me your name." he said reassuringly.

Morgan almost lost it. She was so close to running on the spot but after that, she had to laugh hysterically. "I'm sorry," she stopped to give a nervous laugh, "I really thought you were being serious."

"I am serious about the research but not about taking down the Crown."

"Well, let's hope no one heard you before you get bombarded by the MI-5." she interjected, "Let me get you started. Come this way!" Morgan, guided him to the neared computer and away from the books. "So, you just need help with some research?"

"Yes, I'd like to find a certain family member. I was hoping somewhere along the way, I could isolate certain family members."

"Oh, the not so savy family members." nodding as she sat down on the chair as Harry followed suit. "What name are you looking for?" she asked, slowly placing her hands on the keyboard. If Harry didn't know any better, she was nervous. Why? He wasn't sure. Harry's demeanor was anything but hostile, so why the shaking of her hands and also her voice. This was interesting.

"I am looking for Tyrin."

"Tyrin?"

"Yes."

The name seemed to put Morgan in a stoop, avoiding all contact, she typed the name. "First name?" quietly asking him. "James, James Tyrin." he answered as he fixed his glasses. Are you looking for a certain era?"

"Indeed."

"The Victorian Era. Located in Birmingham." Harry watched her demeanor.

Avoiding his eyes, she started researching for him. Noting that she was a very fast typer and a little uncomfortable, from what he could tell. As she continued to look around, she asked questions. Morgan knew very well that he wasn't looking for him. She knew who he was and why he was here. However, she knew she couldn't blow her cover.

Cool, calm, collective.

'Make him go in circles until you throw him off. Tonight, you leave!' she thought to herself.

"I'm sorry, I can't find anything on him?" she said as she slowly turned to him. "Anyone else you want to look for?"

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

"Yes. Unless you're looking at the wrong era! If he was from Birmingham, I may be able to find the census from around that time."

"Could you do that for me?"

"Yes, um-" There was hesitation, as she looked around.

"What's the matter?"

"I'll have to look in the old archives. But I'm afraid you can't come with me. It's restricted to the patrons."

"I understand! I don't mind waiting."

"It may be a long wait. Lots of archives, you know-"

"The wait is no issue. I will be around the area."

"Okay." she said hesitantly. "Of course, Tom."

"Ted-"

"Oh right!" she nervously laughed as she turned around and left the area.

"Did you catch that?" he asked Merlin. 'Yeah, noted all of her movements. She seems too timid.' Merlin responded, 'She's out of sight, go ahead and place the memory stick in the computer.' Harry did as he was told while casually looking around, 'I'll take care of the rest, in the mean time-' Merlin had stopped abruply. Harry had cause for concern.

"Speak to me."

'On your left, a male, dark hair, asian. My computer just pulled up his profile.'

Harry stood around comfortably with his hands in his pockets, looking to his left, there was a man that Merlin had described. 'Got a red flag on him. He's an informant and is wanted in three different countries. '

"What could he be doing here?" Harry asked as he looked at the names of the books.

'Hard to say.'

"Picadilly Hacker?"

'No, the hacker works alone. This guy is bought out, works with multiple groups when the money is good.'

"You think he's looking for the hacker?"

'Possibly? The hacker may have set a beacon unintentionally and they may be the other red flag I was looking for. There's too much riding here now. Follow him. I'll gather back up as we go.'

"Might as well." he said with soft sigh as he walked passed him, turning his watch face, which darted a small GPS tracker on the back of the male's shirt.