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it was a quiet sunday morning. the type of morning usually reserved for long walks to the park and eggs made sunny side up. hani was having neither, in fact, although the latter sounded very tempting at the moment. no, instead she was wasting the perfectly beautiful day outside holed up in her closet-sized apartment, sprawled across her sorry excuse of a couch, and bored out of her fucking mind. 

both of her departments had sent her home hours before. with no pressing matters at hand or urgent missions to oversee, headquarters was moving slower than usual.  ‘ go home and rest, agent ‘ they said, thoroughly sick of hani’s buzzing and hovering. as if hani buzzed and hovered enough, they’d throw her a bone or a job to work at. ‘ we’ll call you if something comes up ‘ her phone, black and unmoving, remained cold by her side. 

hani rethinked her options, shifting into a new position for the first time since she’d arrived. should she go back? beg the department head to give her something, anything, to keep her occupied. just laying around doing nothing was a slow and painful d--

her phone vibrated and hani sat up faster than if someone had pointed a gun at her. 

[ txt: blocked number ] you are not alone. i’ll see you soon. 

her anticipation slowly ebbed away. instead, it was replaced by growing unease and a gnawing curiosity that demanded attention. who was this person? how did they know her? did they know of kingsman? what did they mean by ‘ you are not alone ’ ? 

hani tensed. were there cameras watching her? she quickly conducted a security sweep across the apartment, with the results of her device detecting no other presence in the room. hani was mildly disappointed. tracking the source of a hidden camera was ten times simpler than tracking a blocked number. but it left her with no other option...