He was the ringleader of the operation that shipped drugs and body parts in an illegal trade network through Europe. It was rough, and cold - three weeks in Russia in December, two of which were spent staking out the gang in an abandoned barn. Five years ago, when you’d only just joined Kingsman, you took your first mission with Agent Galahad. You took down my organisation five years ago - you and Galahad, was it?” You knew exactly what he meant. You thought you recognised him his voice and movements seemed familiar somehow. You’re awake.” he moved closer, kneeling in front of you, eyes locked on yours. There was a shotgun holstered on his thigh and he spun a knife between his fingers, the metal reflecting what little light there was in the room. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man and he walked with the sharp posture of a soldier. It was then that one of the silhouettes made their way out of the darkness. These people were definitely not your friends the guns in their hands and the pain in your head could attest to that. You felt a shiver of fear run through your body. In the darkness, you could just make out the figures huddled in the corner of the room as they glanced over at your, still deep in conversation. “What the fuck?” You mumbled, voice still groggy from being unconscious. Prying your eyes open, you tried to reach up and rub them - only to find your hands tied behind your back, tight enough so you could feel the zip ties digging into your wrists. You woke up to hushed voices and a throbbing headache. Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, swearing. This was requested by so I hope you like it! ALSO I posted this on the wrong blog earlier sorryyyyy :P A/N: Hey pals! Sorry I’ve not updated in a while, I have mocks next week so things will be a bit slower :( hope that’s okay, and I’ll queue up some fics so you can’t avoid me P.
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