AN: A new chapter! Thank you for your wonderful feedback. I hope you continue to enjoy this.

Harry and Merlin had been able to hold the plane long enough and soon the three Kingsman agents and all five of the Special Ops team were on and leaving. Merlin went over any injuries that had been sustained and while he did so, Alastair kept glancing over at Kenton who's unrelenting look was really making his skin prickle.

"Alright, will you just stop it already," Alastair growled.

"Stop what?"

"The fact that you're trying to burn a hole through my bullet proof vest with your eyes."

Kenton just gaped and replied, "Well why do you think I'm doing that? I mean, why didn't you tell me?"

"Well why didn't you tell me that you were part of Special Ops?" Alastair shot back.

"Because it's classified! Because it's my job and—"

"And what do you think this is for me? My off time!?" Alastair shouted back. "Oh yes when I'm not mending suits I like to run off and save helpless military personnel!"

"We were not helpless!"

"They were seconds away from deciding to screw the ransom and cut off your head! You were fucking helpless!"

Kenton fumbled with his buckle for a split second as he stood up as quickly as possible. Alastair followed suit while everyone else stared except Merlin who carefully avoided looking.

They stood toe to toe, eyes locked onto each other. To an outsider, some might have thought that Kenton was the more intimidating one, his shoulders were broader, he was taller, had more muscle, but the way Alastair held himself made it so much more obvious that he had the upper hand.

"None of this matters though! What matters is that you've been doing god knows what! You could have died!"

"Oh, so now I can't take care of myself?"

"You've never been able to take care of yourself! It's only recently that you've actually gotten a life for yourself and I'm supposed to believe that you've been running around, fighting the good fight and—"

Alastair didn't let another word slip through his brother's lips as he swiftly took him down. Forcing him onto the ground, Alastair managed to get Kenton's arm behind his back and pinned him against the floor of the plane.

For a moment everything remained silent until Alastair leaned down and whispered, "Do you really think I can't take care of myself now?"

Kenton's groan was answer enough.

Taking that as a good sign, Alastair started to help Kenton up but his brother quickly tried to get him on the ground again. However, Alastair was able to change that situation to his favor as he threw his brother to the ground once more, this time slightly harder.

Letting out a groan again, Kenton muttered, "Okay, now I know you can take care of yourself."

"Are we good?" asked Alastair with a pointed gaze. "Or am I going to have to throw you out of this aircraft next?"

"I certainly wouldn't mind that," Merlin added which earned him a kick from Harry. "What? It would certainly be quieter here."

"No," Kenton assured. "We're good."

This time Alastair helped Kenton up and neither tried anything on the other.

"Alright, as much as it pains me to agree, I understand why'd you keep all this secret," Kenton replied, "but you have to tell me something!"

"I can't. All I can say is I work for the British Government."

"So you can't tell me what branch? How long? What its focus is?"

Letting out a rather tired sigh, Alastair shook his head, "I'm sorry but no."

"Well at least that explains all those weird ass trips. I mean, do you even work at that tailor shop? Is it a front? What—"

"No more answers. I can't."

"Fine," whined Kenton. "But can you at least answer where we're being dropped?"

"Back at your camp," replied Harry. "Your leading officer will be there to debrief all of you."

Kenton turned back to Alastair and asked, "So what? Am I just supposed to pretend that everything is back to normal?"

"Yes," Alastair replied evenly.

"What? No threats? Just yes."

"You're my brother Kenton. I'm not going to threaten you. But you're also part of the army so you should know what can happen to people who let out classified information."

Shaking his head with an infuriated sigh, he replied, "But this is going to be so weird! I mean hell, now I know we have more in common than before."

"You're just going to have to get use to it Kenton," Alastair responded as he walked away and sat down. "Now the plane's ready to land. Better buckle up unless you want to get thrown around a bit more."

"You know, now I'm never going to go easy on you right?"

"Is that supposed to make it more of a challenge?"

Kenton just glared at the smug expression on Alastair's face and didn't stop until they had landed. As the five officials were marched off the aircraft, Alastair gave one more pointed look at Kenton before saying, "Remember, not a word. Just pretend that this was another rescue mission by anyone else."

"Hmm, not sure I can do just that but I'll keep my lips shut. You can count on that bro."

"Good to know. Try not to get killed," Alastair replied.

"Ah, you do care," responded Kenton as he grabbed Alastair into a hard hug. Alastair stiffened immediately but eventually relaxed before finally prying Kenton off of him.

"Alright, that's enough hugging for the year."

"Ha, you wish," Kenton said as he gave him a bump to the shoulder. "I'll see you later. Say hi to the family for me too if you talk to them before I do."

"Will do," said Alastair as he took a couple of steps back. His brother turned and left, finally leaving the three Kingsman agents alone once again.

"Christ I'm glad that's over," muttered Merlin. "I was about five seconds away from throwing you both off the plane."

"You should meet my mother," Alastair responded as the door behind him began to close. "So, was the information we got worth anything?"

"What I could read, not really, but the rest is encrypted which is a good sign. Means it's something more important than a grocery list," replied Merlin. "I'll have to do that back at HQ though."

"Alright," responded Harry. "But first we're going by the base in Berlin. You're wanted there, Percival. I haven't been given the mission briefing so someone will probably give it to you there."

"Understood."

"Good. There's also a call waiting for you in the communications room."

"Alright, I'll write my debriefing after that's finished then," Alastair said with a nod before turning and leaving.

The plane they were on could hold well over the small amount it held now and if it had been needed, the communications room would have been crawling with men and women. However, at the moment it was empty as Alastair walked over and accepted the incoming call.

"Hey Alastair!"

Rolling his eyes, Alastair said, "You do realize you're using an officially encrypted line at the moment meant only for emergencies to say hi, right?"

James only grinned in response. "Well it's not like you just brought your cell along. So, how'd it go?"

"Rather simple, in and out. Kenton says hi by the way."

"Wait, did you bring your cell?"

"No, he was one of the men we were meant to rescue."

Gawking at that, James asked, "Seriously? What does he know?"

"Only that I work for the government. Nothing else I could say," replied Alastair.

"Does he know that I…"

"No, so you needn't worry about that conversation going down. But anyways," Alastair continued, his eyes narrowing a bit, "I'm rather curious where that's from."

James' blushed rather brilliantly as his hand came up to the side of his neck, not having realized Alastair had been analyzing his appearance. "It was from the uh, target."

"I'm sure," muttered Alastair. "Seducing her part of the plan?"

"Not really but it ended up working better than all my other advances. Are you angry?"

Rolling his eyes at that, Alastair replied, "I'm not that trivial James. A mission is a mission. However, I am extremely jealous at the fact that my boyfriend is looking incredibly dashing with wonderful hair while sporting a hicky that was not from me."

"I'll try to keep the outfit then if it doesn't end up full of bullet holes," James replied with a laugh. His face turned slightly more serious though as he added, "This trip may take as long as a month. Hopefully not but it may be some time before I see you for a while. And I may not get the chance to call like this again."

"Just get the mission done, do it well, and then come find me immediately after. The mission is what's important here but the moment that it's done I'm your number one priority, understand?"

James smiled at that as he gave Alastair bedroom eyes. "You're always my number one priority."

"As flattering as that is, focusing more on the mission means getting it done quicker which means seeing each other sooner."

"Good point. The mission is defiantly first priority then," James responded, relishing in the snort that escaped Alastair's mouth along with the small smile. "I love you. See you as soon as I can."

"I love you too. Be safe."

"Always."