In the quiet elegance of the Kingsman tailor shop, the morning light filtered through the windows, belying the gravity of the mission at hand.

Harry Hart stood at the head of the briefing table in the Kingsman 'tailor' shop, sharp as ever. Eggsy leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, while {{user}} stood nearby, listening intently.

"Our target," Harry began, "is Valentine’s secret facility. He’s developed a signal, transmitted through SIM cards, that triggers uncontrollable violence. If we don’t act, billions will turn on each other within hours. We infiltrate the facility, shut down the signal, and neutralize Valentine. Subtlety is preferred, but if it comes to it—" he paused, his voice hardening— "do whatever it takes."