As she disconnected the call, a speck of light caught Roxy Morton's attention out the window.

"FUCK," Roxy gasped. Tossing the laptop from her lap, she scrambled off the plush bed.

As her body hit the floor, she tucked under the bed and yanked the thick metal trap door into place. Her fingers had barely latched the locking mechanism when a tremendous explosion sounded around her. The safety lights immediately flickered out, as her body was rocked and slammed into the sides of her bunker capsule. Within seconds, she lost consciousness.

•••

Awaking from her slumber, Roxy moaned in the semi-darkness.

Shaking her head, Roxy tried to clear the fogginess of her memory, but was only rewarded with a splitting headache. With a groan, she tried to focus some more, and slowly began to take in the aches pulsing through her body. The smaller ones were manageable, but those in her ribs, left arm, and right shin were almost unbearable.

Momentarily gritting her teeth, Roxy began to take calming breaths and focused her attention on her surroundings.

Her cheek rested on a hard, warm surface. The rest of her body was jammed into a corner. She could tell by the tilt of her body, that her compartment was at an odd angle. The mostly smooth walls were pocketed with a few jut outs, causing her body to mold itself into an uncomfortable pose. Intrusive thoughts began to nag at her. With a shaky gulp, Roxy mentally swatted away visions of being entombed in an unpadded coffin.

To help settle her nerves, she let her eyes roam. They quickly homed in on the single source of light in the small space. A faint glow emanated from Roxy's left wrist.

Carefully shifting her head, she sighed at the cracked case of her watch. With an exasperated huff, Roxy began to search the compartment. Though her movements were restricted, she was still able to slither her hands along the walls. She let out a frustrated sigh when her hands failed to find anything on the wall below her. So, she began to feel along the walls beside her. After a moment, she smiled as her fingers grazed the bulky lock. She quickly twisted the knob, adrenaline coursing through her.

At the click of the lock, the door slid forward, slightly. A sliver of light, less than a centimeter in width, soon framed the door. But, though the lock itself registered being unlocked, the door didn't budge any further.

Quickened breaths interrupted her excitement and chills prickled across her skin. Frantically looking around, she sought anything to take away the visions. Finding nothing, she tensed her body and pulled away from the door. Fear overwhelmed her senses as she jerked her body back at the door, trying to force it open.

A "CREEEEAAAKKK" ripped through the compartment. Instinctly, Roxy's hands and feet braced against whatever surfaces they could find purchase. The capsule rocked, as if pivoting. Back and forth. Back and forth. With every motion, the capsule pitched one way or the other, before tilting back. With it, Roxy's stomach knotted more and more.

Finally, the capsule settled back into place, but Roxy's stomach was not-so lucky. As the capsule had finished settling, her mind had determined the next course of action. Saying a little prayer, she slowly felt around the compartment, but sighed.

Roxy softly shook her head and cursed under her breath at the lack of hand holds. She quickly pulled the door closed and positioned her limbs against the recent jut outs that adorned the walls of her capsule. Gritting her teeth, she threw her body against the walls.

The container immediately began to quake. It settled into a smother motion of up and down. The dip downward felt a bit deeper. So as the container began to pivot up and then back down, she wiggled her body as far down as she could manage. The capsule immediately reacted by starting to slide downward. Almost instantly, her stomach lurched as the container began to cascade faster.

Gritting her teeth, Roxy repositioned her limbs to brace against any impacts. Within moments of doing so, she felt her body catapulting against new jut outs.

CRUNCH

BANG

TING

BANGG

CRUNCHH

TINGGG

BANGGG

The farther she fell, the harder the impacts rippled through her. Until, with a final "CRUNCHHH", the capsule lay still.

Roxy's muscles relaxed as she released her limbs and they fell into place. Her back now arched along one of the newest jut outs, and her limbs were a bit more constricted against her. Her head pounded, but she felt only a miniscule amount of pain, elsewhere. Testing the waters, she rocked herself and though the capsule rocked with her, it did not slide. Ready to be free of her captor, she felt for the door latch. Twisting it, her heart rate quickened at the lock's quick release. Gently pushing it, found the door unresponsive. Pushing harder only resulted in another round of curses.

Her body began to jitter, and she could feel tension boiling within her. Letting out a guttural yell, she exploded at the door. Though she had little room to put much force into her swings, she let the door have every ounce of her frustration. Fists, knees, and feet pummeled the door.

CREAKKKK

Roxy's breath hitched momentarily, as she stared at the sliver of dull light. Not wanting to lose momentum, she went back to her frenzied state. She soon began to throw her body at the door, as best she could manage. A cracking sound ripped through her body. As the pain shot through her chest, the door swung wide, and hit something with a "thwaaack".

Roxy let out a victorious yelp as she grabbed the edge of the container and pulled herself out of the capsule. With a grimace, she embraced the pain shooting through her and rested her body on the rubble. A stream of "thank you" s fell from her lips as she lay panting.

With a final sigh of relief, Roxy took a moment to observe her surroundings. Pulling herself upwards, she gasped and grabbed at her ribs. The sharp pain had momentarily taken her breath away, but the sight before her was one of utter destruction. And she lay on the cusp of it all.

Staring off behind the capsule, Roxy stared in horror at the debris that lay scattered amongst a varying degree of rubble. The entire Kingsman mansion lay before her, in a state of unrecognition. The once beautiful and massive structure had sat so pristinely amongst its secluded gardens. But the missile had demolished it. The mansion had crumpled into itself and fallen into ruin on its own labyrinth of tunnels. What remained of the structure was charred and mangled, lying hundreds of feet below its once beautiful estate.

While the visual aspects and deep aroma of smoke filtered amongst the mass, Roxy's breathing became uneven. She envisioned the throng of people that once managed the mansion and its business. Now, there remained no sign of anyone but herself. The only other signs of life were those of the small flickering flames, consuming the oxygen it needed to keep itself alight, within varies areas of the rubble.

After a while, she twisted her head to see what lay behind her. As far as she could see, lay the dark tunnels that once held the comfortable train car that would bullet them between the mansion and the tailor shop.

Roxy hissed as she stood from her seated position. Using her ragged capsule for support, she grabbed at her ribs with her free hand. Her wincing continued, but she headed down the tunnels. Staggering along the brick way, her hands began to feel raw from the gritty texture of the trainway.

The farther into the tunnels she had gone, the cleaner the air had become. She had felt a little relief at the fresh air that had taken the place of the burning chaos she had left. However, as she neared the location of what should have been the shopfront, she began to get whiffs of char. Within a few hundred feet of the shop's location, she stared in horror.

What should have been a darkened passage, was subtly lit by the sun's rays, filtering down through the debris. Roxy slid down and began to bang her raw hands against the rough wall. After some time, she slumped sideways. Yawning, she stretched out on the tunnel's hard floor. Turning on her stomach, she rested her head on her forearms. Worn out from the chaos of the day, sleep did not elude her.

A few hours later, Roxy awoke with a start. Flashes had disturbed her dreams. Now, she shivered at the brisk temperatures of the tunnel. She stood as quickly as her achy body allowed and slowly made her way along the tunnel, towards the remains of the tailor shop.

Nearing the debris, Roxy slumped against the wall and analyzed the climb before her. She shook her head and decided her best course of action was to stay near the walls. She stretched her body and moved towards the first reachable groove in the brick wall. As she nestled her hand in the groove, she pulled back her hand and stared down at her raw palms, bunching her eyebrows.

Roxy considered her tailored blouse and shrugged her head. Pulling it off, she tore the fabric with a jagged part of rubble and stripped the lower sleeves into strips. She tugged the blouse back on and began wrapping the stripped material around her palms. Using her teeth to help tighten the fabric into place, she noticed clumps of soil that had fallen into the trainway. She picked up a few clumps and put them in her pockets. Picking up a rather sturdy and jagged rock, she pocketed it as well. A final piece of dirt was gathered, and she quickly ground it between her hands, making sure to grind it into the fabric on her palms and the bare skin of her fingers.

She took one last long look down the train tunnel and put her hand back in the groove on the wall of the elevator shaft. Taking a deep breath, she hoisted herself upwards on her ascent to the surface, several miles upwards.

It was a grueling and trying endeavor. Finding grooves proved extremely difficult. To make up for the lack of handholds, Roxy would pull out the jagged stone from her pocket and patiently carve one into the walls. Each carving took about five to ten minutes. Within two hours, Roxy's muscles were ready to give out and every earlier pain had multiplied.

Though her feet and hands had slipped regularly, it was not until that second hour that her biggest slip occurred. She had just pulled her aching shin up to place her foot in the hold when it slid out from under her. In her panic, she almost lost the grip of one of her hands, too. But her dangling foot suddenly found purchase on a part of rubble. She breathed a sigh of relief but wrinkled her brow in thought.

Jiggling her foot brought no movement to the piece. She carefully eased her weight into the foot on the rubble. Every ounce transitioned was accompanied by a slow breath in and out.

Finally, with her full body situated on the rubble she slowly eased into a seated position. The slab was just big enough for her to sit on her bottom. With a sigh of relief, Roxy began to stretch and loosen up her body. She rested for a few minutes, considering the mountain of rubble still above her. She looked over the hulking mass for a solid ten minutes before she slowly rose and stretched again.

Pepping herself with a few words of encouragement, she continued her trek, but with a new plan of action. Her hands and feet no longer found purchase on grooves, but rather the debris itself. With every step, she eased into it. If she felt even the slightest jiggle, she paused and eased into a new area.

By the time the light had dwindled down to the last few rays, Roxy had spotted a massive piece of rubble that had jammed itself into the sides of the trainway's elevator shaft. She carefully maneuvered her way to it and eased her body onto it.

Though its surface was diagonal, Roxy relaxed onto it, easily. Stretching, she yawned and removed the strips around her palms. She wiggled her fingers and massaged her hands. Her stomach growled, softly, but what proved to be the worst feeling, was that in her muscles and bones. Now that she was still, the pain radiated throughout her. Sleep eluded her for a while as the pains rippled in waves. Finally, sleep found her, and she fell into it, gratefully.

Some time later, her body began to stir. Her eyes refused to open, but her senses slowly awakened. She wanted to turn back into her sleep, but the sounds of beeping and sterile aromas forced her to quickly open her eyes. Staring around the white and tan room, her face contorted in confusion. She looked at the doorway to the room and saw a nurse walk past. "Excuse me," she called out.

A middle-aged nurse popped into the room and rushed to her. "Hello, wasn't sure when we would be seeing you awake. How do you feel, dear?"

Roxy's lips fumbled as she considered her aches. "Better, thank you." She paused before adding, "How did I get here?"

The nurse clicked her tongue patiently, "Seems you took a tumble down one of the bombed areas. Luckily, a member of the cleanup crew happened upon you and brought you here. Of course, you had lots of breaks, but you also were dehydrated and feverish when they brought you in."

Roxy nodded, before quickly asking, "How long have I been here?"

"About six days," the Nurse replied, distracted.

Roxy's head fell back to her pillow, and she rested a bit more.

A couple of days later, she snuck out of the hospital and made her way to the vet's office across town.

The vet's office was animated with chatter about recent events. What do you think happened? Marleen thinks it was one of that Poppy lady's drug fortresses. Maybe that's what made her start all those shenanigans. What do you think? Do you have any friends overseas that were affected? Did you hear where Prince Harry was seen this past weekend? A barrage of gossip and useless questions. Roxy could have easily answered some of them, but she was compelled by her brotherhood to keep its secrets. Even if she had no more brothers to rely upon, she would not step outside of her duties. It was an ideal she had learned when she joined. As a Kingsman, you did everything in your power and ability to protect the world, without anyone being the wiser. So, she numbly nodded, shrugged, and politely declined answers. England was safe, while her world had been devastated.

When the technician rounded the corner with Duncan, Roxy's heart momentarily leapt. The well-behaved dog sauntered towards her. As she leaned down to cradle the pooch's head, she gritted her teeth against the tears, knowing that a Kingsman was meant to avoid such displays of emotion.

Instead, Roxy stood with dignity and thanked the staff. Grasping Duncan's leash, she headed towards the door and grabbed a taxi. When the driver dropped her off, she walked the two blocks to the one place she knew was an appropriate place for such emotions.

She punched the lock when she realized the biometrics were inaccessible. Without her physical keys, the gate would remain locked. She looked around for a few moments before nodding to herself. Setting the leash down, she ran at the wall and parkoured off the gate and wall. Getting a firm grip on the ledge, she winced at the pain in her ribs. Huffing, she pulled herself upwards, and fell to the other side. The pain in her shin had grown at the drop, but she rested for only a few seconds. Walking over to the gate, she called Duncan to her and convinced the dog to move through the bars of the gate. They moved along the wall, out of sight of passersby's.

Squatting next to Duncan, Roxy scratched behind the poodle's ears and plopped to her bottom. From this angle and distance, it was easy to take in the estate. The dusky purple skies left a beautiful hue to the background. If it weren't for the tufts of smoke, still making their escape to the heavens, you would not know a mansion, or any other structure had sat in the distance. But Roxy knew that if she stood, that dark void in the Earth would be staring at her with all it's heartache.

She leaned towards Duncan and nuzzled her head into the dog's fluffy hair. The poodle leaned into Roxy and licked her hand. Roxy's voice hitched, "Oh, Duncan" and tears began to soak the dog's fur.

The evening's dusky purple skies had faded into indigo by the time Roxy's tears had dried up, and she pulled away from the dog. Mourning the people she had come to know as family, had left her even more worn than her perils in the capsule. She glared at the void before her and stood at attention for a solid minute, before bending to pat Duncan.

Hearing the click of the gate's lock, she reactively reached towards her empty holster. She gasped at the figure who stepped forward.

The man's face lit up with raised eyebrows and widened eyes at the sight of her. "Roxy?" came his stunned voice.

Roxy'sface alighted with a smile, and she met the sandy blonde's quickened paceforward. She locked him in with a tight embrace, "Oh, Eggsy! Thank God!"