[The mess in Costa Rica is more or less done with, finally. Eggsy's been at it for a month now, because this assignment hadn't been as simple as showing up, shooting the bad guys, and then flying home to pick up the next mission. No, this had involved a powerful man by the name of Harley Jamison, one who'd pledged himself to Valentine but whose paranoia had led him to cut his own chip out of his neck -- meaning that he's one of the few who had been spared when Merlin had triggered all the chips to go off.
It seems like a rational person would have considered themselves lucky and quit while they were ahead, gone into hiding or at least kept their head down, but not Jamison. He had decided to install himself in Costa Rica of all places, to try and start his own tiny dictatorship, although those things don't ever remain small, and any subjugation of a people can't be ignored.
Besides, any remnant of Valentine's work Eggsy sees as his responsibility. He'd more or less demanded that Merlin assign this job to him.
Which is something he regrets a bit now, if only because it had been a lot of work. He'd had to infiltrate Jamison's ranks and slowly but surely turn his men against him by spreading information about him -- without being too obvious about what he was doing. Then he had to convince a small homegrown militia to rise up against him and overthrow him, something that had ultimately been successful. He can be glad about that, at least, but mostly Eggsy is just exhausted, especially after the long flight home.
So when he exits the plane and finds that London is being drenched in rain, Eggsy isn't too thrilled about it. He's accustomed to it, of course, having grown up here, but he isn't in the mood to be soaked through. Thankfully, someone has come to his rescue. At first all he can see is the black umbrella, but soon enough it's tilted back and Eggsy is treated with a look at Roxy's face. He hasn't seen her in person in months, though they send messages back and forth when they can, and so he's grinning (wearily, but still grinning) as he approaches.
Whereas Roxy does what she can to be casual about it, Eggsy doesn't make any effort to hide how relieved he is.] Ain't you a sight for sore eyes. [He edges under the umbrella and then closer, invading Roxy's personal space to wrap both arms around her.
She's warm, and he buries his face into her shoulder. They're the only ones out here, he doesn't have to worry about appearances.]
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It seems like a rational person would have considered themselves lucky and quit while they were ahead, gone into hiding or at least kept their head down, but not Jamison. He had decided to install himself in Costa Rica of all places, to try and start his own tiny dictatorship, although those things don't ever remain small, and any subjugation of a people can't be ignored.
Besides, any remnant of Valentine's work Eggsy sees as his responsibility. He'd more or less demanded that Merlin assign this job to him.
Which is something he regrets a bit now, if only because it had been a lot of work. He'd had to infiltrate Jamison's ranks and slowly but surely turn his men against him by spreading information about him -- without being too obvious about what he was doing. Then he had to convince a small homegrown militia to rise up against him and overthrow him, something that had ultimately been successful. He can be glad about that, at least, but mostly Eggsy is just exhausted, especially after the long flight home.
So when he exits the plane and finds that London is being drenched in rain, Eggsy isn't too thrilled about it. He's accustomed to it, of course, having grown up here, but he isn't in the mood to be soaked through. Thankfully, someone has come to his rescue. At first all he can see is the black umbrella, but soon enough it's tilted back and Eggsy is treated with a look at Roxy's face. He hasn't seen her in person in months, though they send messages back and forth when they can, and so he's grinning (wearily, but still grinning) as he approaches.
Whereas Roxy does what she can to be casual about it, Eggsy doesn't make any effort to hide how relieved he is.] Ain't you a sight for sore eyes. [He edges under the umbrella and then closer, invading Roxy's personal space to wrap both arms around her.
She's warm, and he buries his face into her shoulder. They're the only ones out here, he doesn't have to worry about appearances.]