"Enough!"

Both Eggsy and Galahad paused and looked over at you, but didn't let go of Agent Whiskey. Together with the two agents, you were the last survivor of the Kingsman, trained from an early age. The extinction of your colleagues had hit you hard. But then you met your American colleagues and helped to track down the 'Golden Circle'.

That's where you got to know Whiskey, whose real name is Jack Daniels. At the beginning you found him and his sometimes arrogant nature unbearable.

And yet you had started to like him. But seeing your colleagues trying to kill him because of his actions and the fake game he had been playing all along was too much. You had already lost Merlin. Now having to loose the man who had shown you in the past few days what it felt like to really live and enjoy life to the fullest was just too much. You understood that Whiskey was in the wrong because of his actions. However, you couldn't lose him too.

Harry and Eggsy could see how hard and draining this whole situation was to you.

"Are you sure? You know what Whiskey did." Eggsy said.

Your gaze turned to Whiskey, who looked at you with his dark brown eyes. The stupid cowboy hat you had teased him about several times had slipped off his head, his lasso and revolvers out of reach. Confusion was written in his eyes. Through you he had felt happiness and joy again after years of bitterness and loneliness. He knew he had hurt you. But he was surprised that you feared so bitterly for his life.

"Sugar, what are you doing?"