Finally.

Together with Harry and Eggsy, you had managed to secure the antidote for the blue drug, as you called it for yourself, as well as finding out the right password.

The terror was over. Thousands of people were healed and spared from death.

But suddenly Harry gasped next to you and, alarmed, you and Eggsy turned to the older agent only to see a cord - no, a lasso - wrapped around his neck. You followed the rope with your eyes and saw Agent Whiskey, who was standing at a safe distance in front of you. He held the lasso that was wrapped around Harry's neck in one hand, and a pistol that he had pointed at Eggsy in the other. Your eyes widened and you felt like your heart stopped beating for a moment.

Whiskey. Jack Daniels.

The short time you had worked with him had been one of the best times of your life. You and Jack made a good team. More than that, you trusted him with your life. When Harry shot him, your world collapsed. You had insulted Harry, yelled at him and hit him. When you saw Whiskey's lifeless body, you realized how important the American agent has become to you.

But seeing him now, the weapons he was incredibly skilled with pointed at your colleagues, broke your heart. You felt betrayed when you realized Jack wasn't who you thought he was.

The cowboy looked from Harry to Eggsy and then to you.

"I'm sorry, Sugar. But you have to give me the suitcase with the antidote now. Or your friends will join Merlin."