#ofdulac

[namesjack-a]

@ofdulac

“Happy birthday,” came the lazy drawl, punctuated with the dropping of a six-shooter and a few cartridges on the table. Seated partially in the dark in a chair in her hotel room, he knew he was lucky that she wasn’t the type to shoot first and ask questions later.

“Got told you could use with a gun for the next part of your assignment and I happened to be in town.”

[dmitrybessmertnyy-blog1]

ofdulac started following you

     [ dark eyes studied the shorter figure before him, his expression cold before offering his fellow agent a large, calloused hand to shake. ]

“congratulations and welcome to the ranks, Lancelot.”

[aliasgareth]

A question of intervention

In the fallout of Valentine, civilization as they knew it did not grow weaker, but stronger in the face of such tragedy. That was the way of humanity, something that Richmond Valentine did not take into account in his grand scheme to better the world and to save the planet.

Together with the new Lancelot, Gareth had been dispatched to get another unresponsive Kingsman property in Southeast Asia. The compound was underground, hidden in the seemingly wild and natural tropical landscape. With the collapse of their Singaporean office, the only way in was through a series of coded knocks against an aged tree.

Clad only in the thinnest of linen suits, he was already sweating by the time he slipped into the blissfully cool caverns only to find that the entryway was now blocked, not by natural growth, but by a manmade barrier of boxes and sticks. He arched a brow, pulling out his gun before lending a hand to help Lancelot slip in.

Vagrants? But how could vagrants make their way into such a secure location? He gestured for Lancelot to be quiet as he slipped behind one of these barriers, looking for any sign of the old security precautions through his glasses. 

Oddly enough, there were none. What was going on?

[aliasgareth]

ofdulac

Of all the greetings he expected to get, the barrel of a gun was not it. Especially not while being held by a young woman he only knew as Percival’s candidate.

He looked past the gun with an amused smile, his hands folded loosely over his chest. She didn’t have her glasses on, but the way she held herself and the look for suspicion spoke volumes. 

It had been less than a month since Valentine’s mess and all departments of Kingsman were working overtime, which led to Gareth having to personally go to England to see what was left of the main base--or at least that was the intention the moment he disembarked from the shuttle to be greeted with the new...Lancelot? Right, Lancelot.

“Always cotton, never silk, my dear. I know Percival says otherwise, but those are words to live by.” Here’s to hoping she was briefed on the codewords of all the other knights.