Harry Hart (
fucking_gentleman) wrote2016-05-29 03:43 pm
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The alarm was sounded at eleven in the morning, the day after Eggsy visited.
The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.
He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.
With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.
By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.
"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."
The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.
He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.
With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.
By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.
"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."
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"Why Merlin, I never knew you felt that way," Harry purred.
"Why you- Fuck." The line went dead.
"Hm. I guess something needs his attention more than I do."
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"Ugh, hope that doesn't mean he's going to be calling me out soon," he said with a snort.
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"It's certainly possible. Everything is still in a lot of upheaval."
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Canting his head slightly, watching the way he was teasing his fingers over Eggsy's chest. He knew his heart was racing, not moving away from that touch despite that.
"Will you try and not make him set off the alarms if he does? I'm gonna worry enough."
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Plus he had no reliable memory.
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"Merlin's been generous to give you this much time, really."
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He would hate it and probably do something stupid to try and get home sooner, but he was a Kingsman. No matter what.
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"Just like an agent should. Whatever you say I thought, I can't help but think you are, over all, an incredibly good boy."
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"I doubt I was the best in whatever long history we have here."
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He rolled onto Eggsy, getting a knee between his legs and a hand behind his neck, urging on Eggsy's exploration.
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So saying no was no there, not like it should be.
Moaning, not even hiding the sound as his other hand gripped Harry's hip, shifting as he arched up. The sensation made him groan again, not hiding how much he was enjoying it as his tongue moved against Harry's. He was going to regret this later, but in that moment all he wanted was Harry Hart.
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"You are, my boy, quite exquisite. Quite, perfectly, exquisite."
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"You make me feel that way," he admitted, voice lower, huskier.
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