"A bottle in a secret wall." The man mused, standing in front of Y/n, Eggsy, and Merlin who were now ziptied to chairs. "You really expect me to take that seriously? See, I think your story's horse shit. Y'all just trying to cover for a failed rescue mission. You here for the lepidopterist, ain't you?" Y/n furrowed her brows at that. The only lepidopterist she knew was dead, so who the hell was this guy talking about? Merlin and Eggsy shared a confused look and the man just kind of smiled. "Okay, so your mystery bottle, huh?" He moved over to a table and picked up a bottle, showing them the newer label of Statesman whiskey. "Look anything like that, right there?"

"Yes." Eggsy nodded. "Same brand, much older."

"All right. Let's see here." He muttered to himself, screwing the lid off and sniffing the contents. "You know why the measurment of alcohol content's called 'proof'?" He asked as he walked behind them, tipping the bottle over their heads and pouring the liquid in their laps.

"Oh, fuck off!" Eggsy exclaimed.

"Oh, for Pete's sake." Merlin grumbled.

Y/n only grimaced when the whiskey sloshed against her clothes. "See, comes from back in the old days when pirates they wanted to test the strength of their rum." The man continued as he moved to stand in front of them again. "They used to pour a little bit out on gunpowder." He took a sip of the drink, exhaling sharply from the taste. "That'll make you wanna slap your mama right there, boy." He smiled at them. "And if the gunpowder, if it burnt when they set it alight, they considered it proof that their rum was good and strong." He then splashed some more on them, making sure they were good and soaked. "But see, I ain't got no gunpowder on me, do I?" He stepped back, setting the bottle down and reaching in his pocket. "But I'm pretty sure you three'll make just as impressive of a sound when I set your crotches on fire." He pulled out a lighter and lit it. "Or you could just tell me who the fuck y'all really are, and how the hell y'all found us."

Merlin lightly chuckled at the display before he spoke up. "Look, for the last time, we have nothing to protect but our honor. So you can take your cheap horse piss that you call whisky, which, by the way, is spelled without an 'e', and is nothing compared to a single malt scotch, and you can go fuck yourself." That made Eggsy giggle and Y/n couldn't help the amused smile from Merlin's comment.

The man chuckled sarcastically before he stepped closer and looked to Eggsy. "What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"No, I love a Jack and Coke, bruv. But I do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself."

"Ma'am?"

"I'm more of a martini girl myself. I find it goes great with a go fuck yourself." She smirked, enjoying how obvious their jabs had annoyed him.

"All right. Y'all ain't got nothing to protect other than your honor. Let's see what happens when we change things up." He moved over to the side of the frosted glass panel they had been sat in front of, and pressed a button. The glass cleared and turned into an observation window that peered into a white padded room, the cushy squares covered in butterfly drawnings and annotations. And in the middle of it all was Harry Hart himself, now sporting an eyepatch and wearing simple clothing, shaving in what apparently was a two-way mirror without a care in the world.

"Fuck me."

"Harry?"

"Oh, my God." Eggsy, Merlin, and Y/n had all spoken at the same time, yet hers came as more of a breathless whisper, unsure if what she was seeing was actually real. Eggsy gave a quick glance at Y/n, not liking how pale she had gotten all of a sudden.

"Y'all got three seconds to tell me the truth." The man pulled out a gun and pointed it right at the blissfully unaware Harry.

"Wait. No. No!" Merlin called.

"Harry!" Eggsy yelled, hoping that the older agent would be able to hear him if he shouted loud enough.

"He can't hear you. But I can, so talk."

"We've already fucking told you everything!" Y/n yelled, eyes wide in fear of watching her father get killed for a second time.

"No!"

"Get down, Harry!"

"Harry! Harry!" Merlin and Eggsy continued to yell.

"That's two."

"We've told you the truth, please!" Y/n pleaded, barely feeling the sting of the zipties as they bit in her skin in protest of her trying to get free.

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

"NO!"

"Three."

"Stop!" A woman's voice suddenly called, drawing the man's attention to the umbrella she had just tossed his way. The three looked to the darker skinned woman as she rushed to them with towels and dabbed at the alcohol on their laps. "I opened our doomsday scenario locker and that umbrella was in it." She informed. The man looked to the gold label under the handle, Kingsman London being stamped into the metal. "Kingsman. It's got our logo on it. I'm really sorry." She apologized to the three, her eyes showing her sincerity behind her glasses.

The man laughed a little, seeming to be almost embarrassed. "My apologies, boys, ma'am. I hope there ain't no hard feelings. I was just doin' my job." Merlin and Eggsy looked at him almost like he had grown a second head while Y/n's eyes were just trained on her father as he started to clean off left over shaving cream from his face. "Welcome to the Statesman, independant intelligence agency. Just like y'all I reckon. But our founders went into the booze business. Thank the sweet Lord above. This is Ginger Ale." He gestured to the bob-haired woman. "She's our strategy executive."

"Hello." She gave them a short nod. They glanced to the Statesman version of Merlin.

"I'm Agent Tequila."

"This is the part where you untie us." Eggsy reminded. Ginger and Tequila both worked to cut the zipties still restraining the British agents. Merlin thanked them as he and Eggsy moved towards the door, heading for the room Harry was in.

Y/n was behind them, but paused when she was in front of Tequila. She turned to him and he gave her a smile, one that was quickly wiped of as she delivered a swift smack to his face. "That's for almost shooting my father." She seethed before turning on her heel and following the two other men.

Eggsy entered the room first, lighting up at seeing his old mentor and rushing to hug him. "Harry." Eggsy beamed.

"Hello." Harry responded unsure as Eggsy went in for a hug.

"Hello, mate." But before Eggsy could actually embrace him Harry stepped back, moving his arms to keep Eggsy's from closing him in. Eggsy stepped back, surprised and a little hurt.

Merlin took the calmer approach, holding a hand out for the man to shake. "Harry." He greeted.

"How do you do?" Harry shook the offered hand. "Have we met before?"

"Harry, it's okay. It's fine. They know that we know you." Eggsy assured, but Harry was still lost.

"I think there must be some kind of mistake."

"It's been such a long time, Harry. I need to get my brogues resoled." Merlin said, making Harry glance down at the Scotsman's shoes.

"Yeah, and my oxfords are done in as well." Eggsy joined, trying to get some sort of response.

"Why are you telling me about your shoes?" Harry asked, just a little perplexed. Eggsy and Merlin were now very concerned because now it seemed Harry didn't remember them. "I'm a lepidopterist."

"You're a what?"

"He studies butterflies." Y/n informed, the three men turning to find her hovering inside the door. When she heard Harry ask if he had met the others she stopped herself from fully entering. If he didn't even recognize Merlin, who he had known since before she was born, then it wasn't likely that he would recognize her.

Her thoughts seemed to be confirmed as he gave her a little smile, only without that proud glint he always had when looking at her. "Precisely." He pointed to all of his drawings along the walls.

"Well, you wanted to be before you joined the army, but..." Merlin trailed off, studying Harry's wandering gaze. "Harry, look at me." Merlin stepped closer and held up a finger, which Harry followed with his eye, a vacant smile on his face. Merlin let his hand fall before he gave Harry a small pat on the arm. "It's good to see you. We'll be back soon." Merlin promised before he left the room.

Eggsy followed, but stopped by Y/n when she hadn't moved yet, watching Harry for one more moment. Eggsy gently took her hand and this pulled her eyes back to his own. They were soft, sympathetic, and sad all for her. She pulled her lips into a thin line, her attempt at a smile that came out a little more like a grimace instead. She let him pull her along and back into the other room where Ginger and Tequila were waiting for them.

"What the fuck have you done to him?" Eggsy accused.

"Nothing. Only tried to help him." Ginger said.

"What's wrong with him?" Y/n asked, forcing her voice to remain even and school her emotions.

"He's got retrograde amnesia. Now, we knew from his eyeglasses that he was intelligence. We just didn't know whose."

"How did he get here?" Merlin wondered, to which Ginger explained.

A year earlier when Valentine had been testing his SIM cards Ginger had picked up the signal of the frequency. She had Tequila take her there immediately, but by the time they arrived Valentine was gone and Harry had been shot. While Tequila checked out the church, Ginger tended to Harry, using what she called alpha gel to save him. "We developed our alpha gel technology for our own agents, in the event of a head shot. The gel protects the brain. Then, in the lab, we use nanites, micro-bots, to repair tissue damage. There are side effects. Partial amnesia. Regression to the younger self. With no idea who he was, there was nothing we could do. But now you guys are here, there's a good chance we can bring him back." She sounded hopeful, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a little hopeful herself. Maybe, just maybe, they could finally bring Harry back home.

...

After explaining everything they could, and with Merlin promising to work with Ginger to try and recover Harry's memories, Y/n went with Eggsy as Tequila took them to their leader. She had considered staying, but she didn't think she could handle being in front of him again and have him not recognize his own daughter. So she opted for focusing on the mission at hand, seperating how she's feeling from what needs to be done. Tequila led them through the distilling facility and towards the large, Statesman whiskey bottle shaped building, taking them to the top and into the office where the Statesman version of Arthur awaited them.

Tequila held the door for Y/n, allowing her to enter first before following behind. "Close the door behind you." He told Eggsy as he entered last. The Kingsman agents looked around at the large room, filled with various objects of curiosity, portraits of previous leaders studding the walls between the large windows, and a table surround by chairs, much like at Kingsman, sat in the middle of it all.

An older gentleman stood facing the larger middle window, his back to them as he began to speak. "At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila? You wanna go back to being a rodeo clown?"

"No, sir. I apologize, sir."

The man turned to face the newcomers, smiling in greeting. "I'm Champagne. But anyone who knows what's good for him, calls me Champ." Champ removed his hat and flung it to the side, the article landing and spinning on the top of a large champagne bottle.

"Lovely to meet you, sir." Y/n greeted politely.

"Sorry for your troubles. As your American cousins, I'm placing all of Statesman's considerably larger resources at your disposal." He moved to the head of the table and pointed to a screen directly across from him. It displayed the Statesman Distilleries Market Cap, showing that the company itself was worth upwards of 3 billion dollars. "Can you imagine us in the clothing business?" He chuckles a little to himself as he takes his seat, Tequila taking his place to his left. "Now, how can I help you?" He asked as he pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket.

"First of all, we've got to thank you for saving Agent Galahad." Eggsy started, only for Champ to cut in again.

"Wait. You said that you were Agent Galahad."

"Oh, no, he's talking about the butterfly guy. That used to be his handle." Tequila informed.

"Oh."

"He's also Percival's father."

"Is that right?" He looked up to the woman.

"It is, sir." She nodded. "And as Galahad always told me, 'you've got to look at the bigger picture, ask why as well as who'."

"So if someone wanted to take out Kingsman, then they've got to be planning something major." Eggsy continued.

"So what do you know?" Champ asked.

"They're a drug cartel, we think. The name Golden Circle keeps coming up."

"Mm. We'll look into that. What else?"

"One of our former trainees is working with them. Charlie Hesketh." Y/n said, Eggsy chiming in right after hearing his name.

"Total prick."

"You got any promising leads on him?" Champ followed up.

Y/n nodded. "His ex-girlfriend."

"I've been tracking her through social media. We believe she's still in contact with him." Eggsy pulled out his phone to pull up the app, looking at the screen in slight surprise. "And she's going to Glastonbury Music Festival." He turned the phone around to show her status update of being excited about getting tickets to the festival.

"Oh, good. Agent Tequila, break out your dancing shoes. You have a new mission." Champ directed.

"Yes, sir." Tequila finished off the drink he had in front of him, getting ready to get up when Champ noticed something on the agent.

"Hold up. You feeling okay?"

"I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks. Galahad, Percival, y'all ready?" He looked back at the pair, ready to get up again.

"Your face..." Champ pointed out. "You got..." He trailed off again, unable to really describe what he was seeing.

Tequila looked in the reflection of the metal cup, finding bright blue, almost rash looking vein spots crawling from his neck towards his face. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, shit. Head to the sick bay. Have Ginger check you out." Champ ordered, Tequila getting up to do as told. Champ whistled to get his attention before he could leave. "Hey, give him your glasses, and grab that pair over there for the lady." Tequila took off his glasses, grabbing a spare pair nearby and tossing them to the agents. "You're in luck, kids. Put 'em on." Y/n and Eggsy did as told, taking off the ones they had and tucked them into their pockets before putting on the gold-rimmed aviators. "You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office. Galahad, Percival, meet Agent Whiskey." A hologram of a man in a suit and cowboy hat sat to Champ's right, Agent Whiskey giving a slight wave to them in greeting as soon as they could see him.

"Kids, looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert. My favorite kind of mission." He smirked. "I'm sending my jet to pick you up."