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What part would you like hear about?

I don't mind. Anything. What it's about. How it started.

Also I need a pair of gloves and need to know the best way to get blood out of fabric.

[He's a soldier, true, but usually his combat clothes aren't all that nice.]

My job tended to vary as necessary. Everything I've done was to try and maintain peace as best we could. I've gone undercover in the CIA to root out sleeper cells and disabled dirty bombs in major cities.

I can measure your hand for gloves whenever you've a free moment. As for the blood, if it's already set and dried you might try soaking it in cold water and applying dish soap to the stain.

I'll take care of that before I go to Med Bay. I got in a little bit of a fight. [Which he started. Oh well.] I'll stop by later for measurements.

So you can disable bombs and you have experience in intel. How does the Kingsman sustain itself financially without national affiliation?

A fight? I hope you're alright, Kaz.

We were formed after World War 1 when a great many wealthy men lost their heirs to battle. They used that money to fund our actions and thanks to a great many investments over the years we've managed to remain independent.

...If somewhat snobbish in our selection criteria, unfortunately.

More alright than I thought I was going to be.

[There is a bit of a stunned silence there. Because while Miller is very financially capable, almost all of the money he's earned has gone into business ventures. He started as a pauper, a slum boy. And he guesses somehow he really didn't expect that. It makes sense, just...]

[Another guilty part of him thinks that it would be really nice to not have to worry about money or stealing cargo from arms dealers and mercenary check-points or not waging attacks on mobile tank units and just have the occasion to sit with his feet up. Not constantly behind a desk.]

Huh.

Good investment strategies. Nice way to go with it. What's your R&D team like?

Rather brilliant, they've come up with some ingenious gadgets that we use in the field. You've already seen some of them, actually.

The entire department answers to one of my colleagues, a fellow named Merlin. I think you'd like him if the two of you ever met. He was responsible for training prospective agents.

[He doesn't voice it, but half a beat he does actually wonder if it was the ceramic abomination hiding something. Better sense takes hold, though.]

That conspicuously large box of lighters, isn't it?

[He hasn't figured out about the coat yet.]

[ The smirk in his voice can't be entirely hidden. ]

That's one of them. Though I wouldn't recommend lighting a cigarette with one of them if you value your well being.

What do they do?

[Because now he's very, very curious.]

They're incendiary grenades.

...

Can I have some?

I'll trade you some fultons.

I'm sure we can work out an exchange when you stop in to get your glove measurement done.

Good.

My new hand looks a little strange, though. Hope it's not too off-putting.

[It seems like it might be.]

You finally received a prosthetic? That's wonderful.

[ It also explains why a one armed man was asking for a pair ot gloves. Harry hadn't wanted to be the ass who asked if he only wanted one. ]

It's not exceptional. They were doing rough prototypes and this is the one that could feel. I missed that most of all.

The phantom pains are still there. But at least I'm getting some comfortable sensations out of now.

I'm still pleased it's working for you. How did it perform in your skirmish?

It didn't break. But my arm hurts where it connects. Guess I gotta start compensating for that. It's not going to hit like my old arm did. Landed a hell of a starting punch though.

What sort of fighting style do you favor? I'm sure you could adapt yourself to something different to ease any strain on it.

Judo and jiu-jitsu. It shouldn't be too hard to adjust. It might be that they're new.

[This is sent later, after his mood has improved and he's filled with a fit of the chessmastering crazies. At least this time, he's not falling into a madman's scheme.]

Let me know when I can come over for a fitting.

Also I was wondering if I could bring my guitar.

Perhaps in an hour? I have the evening free.

And you're perfectly welcome to bring it if you'd like.

[He's far too happy to play his guitar right now, since he's finally had sort of a mental break about it. He wants to show it off, latching onto some of the better memories that he has.]

I'd like to do that. I'll be there.

I'll leave the door unlocked for you.

[ And true to his word, Harry leaves the door open. He's sitting at his desk with a book that most definitely isn't the book Kaz found on his last visit. That has very surely disappeared into the bowels of the library. ]

[Miller peeks into the door to look around before coming right inside, like the tiniest stake-out just out of habit of not barging into things. Knowing what Harry is now, he's less paranoid to do that.]

[The guitar he comes in with isn't the one Eggsy got him, not the electric, but an acoustic one. Well loved, well cared for, something he'd bought from a vender in Central America.]

[The hand around its neck is half clear- explaining why Miller needs the gloves. He goes over to the desk and rests the instrument beside of it.] Eggsy got me one, too. But I don't have speakers for it.

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