Harry had watched the map with Poppy’s antidote drones activate and spread the much needed cure to the ‘dancing disease’ to all of those in need of it.
It was a bittersweet moment.
They had fulfilled their duty. As Kingsmen, as men of honour, and for their fallen comrades.
For Merlin.
Harry swallowed painfully as Eggsy beamed at his side and looked back towards the Cambodian forest, knowing that the body of his best friend, his lover in the forest. Strewn in pieces...
Harry was struggling to keep it all in.
His right eye creased imperceptibly, the skin folding.
Back up had arrived by the time they had secured the area, been sure that Poppy hadn’t left any fail safes, any traps, any unpleasant surprises in the event of her death and a Cowboy, they took to be Statesmen, though absent his hat arrived with a gun, he jerked his head.
“Come on, we need to get y’all back. Your Strat. Exec is in a bad way.”
Harry’s forehead furrowed, puckered slightly.
“...Strat-Exec?”
“The bald Wizard.”
“...He’s alive?”
“Just about, Come on!”
Harry ran as fast as his legs would carry him, looking behind at Eggsy who was carrying the red case and following.
As Harry made it to the jungle, he stepped with hesitation, looking to the trampled vegetation where they had stepped and now other agents were carefully scanning to determine where they could step and saw two medical personnel carrying a stretcher towards the aircraft.
“Merlin!!” Harry yelled, unable to retain his calm any longer and sped towards them.
