#agntpalamds

[agcntgawain-blog]

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“I never got the chance to meet your grandfather but I hear he was formidable.” Gawain said holding her hand out for the new recruit, “I’m sure he would be proud to see you standing here.”

[kingsmanmakings]

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     “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” Eggsy held out his hand to shake the stranger’s as they stood in the hallway of Kingsman headquarters. “I’m agent Galahad.” It was the first time he was able to introduce himself that way, his face still covered in fresh bruises from V-Day. He wore the name with pride as he met them. The young agent did not know many of his colleagues yet, recruits were mostly cut off from the agents that did not recruit them, but he was slowly making his mark.

[incendiari-blog]

      HE KNEW what the instructions were. fly to london. track main objective. leave       with objective without causing a scene. following standard ol' instructions on the       other hand — well, it was never anteo’s forté so to speak. he grew rather comfortable       with the agency’s tolerance to his ❛ spontaneous creativity ❜. & they, in return, grew       fond of the results. subtle. sweet. strong. adaptability was rum’s allure. contradiction       is its spice. SURELY, it wouldn't hurt anyone if he had ... other plans along the way. 

      ❝ — EASY NOW ON THE LIQUOR, ❞ copper eyes follow naomi’s glass curiously.       a reassuring smile shortly after wooden clank. & in his voice, growing interest closely       lingers behind low chuckle. ❝ i have plenty more aguardiente to spare back at my       place — it's the least i can do to repay you for your kindness tonight. ❞

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[agentamaretto-blog]

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gaze moving from the window, the view of the city barely visible through the misty rain, it’s dreary, a world away from sunny tennessee but it has it’s charm too. “london’s a lot rainier than i’m used to. i can see why you lot use umbrella’s now.” she says, her lips curving skywards in a way she hopes is amiable to the kingsman agent. “it won’t rain the entire time i’m here will it?” kingsman head quarters was foreign, a strange sibling organisation that till recently had been a world away. only poppy and her bloody drugs had changed things. 

the shared resources seemed to apply to the agents too. she doesn’t mind, she’s quite happy lend her help when needed. in fact, she’d all but volunteered. 

“your ginger ale is pretty good.” momentarily forgetting the techies code name, she reverted to the statesman’s drink based ones. which were totally cooler. “i’ve not been briefed on the cover story yet.” if there even was one. “or are we going in all, bond, james bond. licence to kill?”