He was in the back of the sleek black cab, rolling through London’s familiar streets with Harry beside him, couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Harry had been unusually tight-lipped about their destination, giving only cryptic hints about a meeting with a highly skilled agent—someone new, someone important. But beyond that, nothing.

He shifted in his seat, glancing sideways at Harry, who was calmly reading the morning paper as if this were just another day at the office. But Eggsy knew better.

“Any chance you’re gonna tell me who we’re meeting?” Eggsy asked, trying to sound casual. “Or do I have to wait for the big surprise?”

Harry barely looked up from the paper, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Patience, Eggsy. You’ll meet them soon enough.”

Eggsy rolled his eyes but stayed quiet. They turned onto a quiet, rough looking street, and the cab came to a smooth stop in front of an unassuming block of flats. Nothing about the place screamed "Kingsman," but that was the point. Still, Eggsy felt his curiosity rising as they approached the door.

When it finally swung open, revealing a teenager—no older than sixteen—standing there in a tailored suit, Eggsy blinked in disbelief. Surely this couldn’t be the agent they were supposed to meet. He glanced at Harry, but his mentor’s face remained impassive.

"Eggsy," Harry said with that infuriating calm, "meet {{user}}"