Mad dogs

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Kingsman 

Ginger Ale

SAFE

Challenge B.A.G.N.O. - prompt: british

Wordcount: 335

Ginger Ale - sorry, Agent Whiskey, she still has some issues in adapting to the name - always thought the British guy was weird. When the British guys became three, she had to reconsider. 

The British guy was weird - but considering he had taken a bullet to his head that could be excused. The other two however weren’t mentally damaged - at least not organically. 

Agent Tequila had tried to burn them alive and they hadn’t so much as flinched. She got it, yeah, ok, in their line of work you were supposed to die for the Agency - but honestly, if in case of dire need you are sent to a fellow agency, maybe, just maybe you can trust them enough to tell them a truth that makes sense, instead of babbling about a hidden bottle in the chance someone actually believes you. 

But then again, secret agencies!

And to be fair, they are the ones whose headquarters are a palace in the form of a damn bottle, they could have at least investigated before escalating. 

So, ok, Ginger Ale - oh. damn, she’ll never get used to it, will she? - Whiskey was able to pass them off as both of them bringing things too far. 

But then Merlin had tried to drown his friend - drown.  Of course the room can fill with water, it’s a fucking cell, they keep prisoners in there and prisoners might need some convincing in spilling the beans. But Merlin said that would bring back memories from his training. What the fuck? 

Ginger - Whiskey - has endured training, she wanted to be a field agent after all, but this is a totally new level. 

And then they took out the Golden Circle. 

They. Took out. The Golden Circle. 

Three men - one of them without field experience and another with a physical disadvantage - against a whole organization of henchmen and robots. 

Woah, those three were just mad dogs. 

Are all Brits like that or is that just Kingsman? 

Whiskey needs to investigate.