Neil winced behind his shades as he and Roxy came to a stop outside kingsman tailor shop. The golden light of sunset was not helping his hangover but he preferred it over the harshness of the morning. Maybe it had been a bad idea to have gotten so drunk the night before. Roxy, be it by some magic or absolute deal with the devil, had not one hair out of place. She was perfectly awake and dressed. She hadn't even needed any ibuprofen while Neil was dosed up on the quality pain meds he had been given for his stab wounds. Even those hadn't got rid of the general shit feeling in his stomach but they had helped the headache.

"Ah Good evening Tristan", Harry voice alerted them to his presence as soon as he had opened the door. Neil flicked his shades up and held the door open for Roxy as she entered. He had told her in the cab about his preference for his code name when working.

"Evening Galahad", He smiled back. Harry was seated in one of leather sofas by the fire. A glass of scotch in one hand and his grey suit immaculate as usual. Neil pulled off his shades and flicked the button on the side which removed the shading on the glass and pushed them back on. "Is the drink an offer?"

"You should not be drinking while on medication", Harry reminded. "But judging by the look of you, I guess you already have".

Neil laughed and waved a hand towards Roxy. "I was merely recruiting my candidate. Harry, meet Roxy. Roxy, this is agent Galahad". Roxy stepped forwards to shake his hand.

"Pleasure", Harry nodded as he stood. He placed the scotch on the coffee table. "I see that I'm not the only one pushing the stereotype".

Neil shrugged. "Right class, uncommon gender. It's hardly pushing as we have had female agents before. They just happen to be grossly outnumbered by men. Roxy is worth twice as many of the other candidates". He grinned proudly. Roxy smiled at his side but didn't add anything. Neil then looked around. "Where is your candidate Harry? Already sent off?"

"He is arriving just now", Harry turned his head to the door as it jingled open. Neil turned and watched as a young man entered. He was around his age, give or take a year or two, and dressed in casual wear. A striped polo shirt under a sports jacket accompanied by jeans and sneakers. A SnapBack covered short cut brown hair and his face was plain. Handsome with a square jaw and symmetrical features, but plain. In his clothing he was someone who would get dismissed as a troubled youth in a crowd, which Neil got the sense that the man encouraged.

The man stuck his hands into his pockets and looked round at the people in the room. He raised a slight eyebrow at Harry. "I have never met a tailor before but I know you ain't one". Then his gaze fell on Neil, looking him up and down slowly. Today's suit was a deep maroon, paired with a charcoal shirt and black shoes. Neil's white blonde hair was fluffy but brushed into a casual style. His hangover making him not even want to fight with the gel that morning. "And you two", the man added. "Don't seem to be either".

"Eggsy", Harry stepped forwards to his side. "This is my coworker, Tristan and his friend Roxy".

Roxy stepped forwards to greet him with a polite smile. "Eggy?"

"Eggsy", Eggsy corrected as they shook hands.

Neil stepped closer and gave Eggsy a cool assessing look, not taking the offered hand or making any move to greet him. Instead he turned to Harry with a raised eyebrow. "This is who you've chosen? Don't tell me that it was due to some misplaced debt".

Eggsy bristled as Harry sighed. "He has every potential", he reassured.

"You said that about the last boy. He wiped out".

Harry narrowed his eyes. "I do believe that was also to do with some help from you".

Neil smirked. "True. I did help but that is not the point. You know those other candidates will try and eat him alive".

"I can deal with posh Wankers", Eggsy stated firmly, his voice finally making Neil turn his attention to him.

Neil rolled his eyes. "I'm sure enough can deal with the spoilt stuck up kids you see round London. But just because we are upper class, does not mean that we fight with honour".

Eggsy scowled, not appreciating being talked down too. Harry must have noticed this as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a frustrated sigh. "Eggsy. Please excuse Tristan's rudeness. He is recovering from a injury and it has affected his manner".

"How did a twink like him become like you anyway?"

Neil's eyebrow twitched. He was grumpy, sore and something about Eggsy was bugging him. There was something about the other man that made him grit his teeth. "Don't be rude", Harry stated, looking like he would rather be anywhere else than having to listen to two young men insult each other. "Tristan is one of our best agents, despite his manners".

"Do not bother Harry", Neil waved him off. "If the chav doesn't want to mind his manners, neither will I. I don't need to prove myself to him". He swept round in a hall turn towards the dressing rooms. "Roxy and I will go first. See you in a little bit Harry". Then he was striding across the room, Roxy following behind him.

"What was all that about?" She asked with a raised Eyebrow as he shut the door to the viewing room behind them. In front of them stood three mirrors and she peered into the glass curiously. Neil sighed and rubbed at his temples. His stitches ached.

"Harry has a socialist heart and is constantly bringing working class people in as candidates", Neil replied. "I share his view that the agency is being blind in keeping their recruits from upper classes but after the last boy failed miserably and another one died, I decided that maybe Harry should stick to those with training".

"His candidates have no training?"

"They do. But basics. Proper training requires money and Harry picks people with a lack of money. I am not a fan of people being thrown head first into things without all the information and Harry, as much as I respect and like him, is cryptic. I doubt Eggsy has any idea about what he has gotten himself into. Harry likes to give people a chance to be more. But this job has its drawbacks". He held out his hand to the mirror and a green light appeared. Something beeped and the floor began to descend. Roxy gasping slightly as the green walls were left above them as the floor dropped down like a lift.

Neil smiled and continued his monologue. "I meant what I said that the other candidates will circle him like sharks. It's best to let Eggsy keep all their attention. Let the other flunk out while you slip by unnoticed". Roxy nodded at his advice, still watching the brick walls move past.

"He called you a twink", she sniggered, seemingly amused by the term.

Neil rolled his eyes again with a frustrated sigh. "Twink infers that I am young, boyish, effeminate. Which I suppose I appear to be. It make people think I am just some pretty rich boy and not a threat, which is very useful on missions. But I have been called that by too many disgusting old men and vile people to ever like the term".

Roxy nodded in understanding. "Sorry".

Neil smiled. "It's okay". The floor had slowed down and it stopped at a small underground station. In it sat a rounded silver train that resembled a bullet more than the trains on the tube. Neil walked forwards and sat down in one of the armchairs inside. He waved a hand to the other. "Care to join me?" Roxy hurried over excitedly and took the chair opposite.

"Is everything going to be like this?" She asked.

"Oh most definitely", Neil grinned as the doors slid shut.

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