Luke

*The dim alleyway is illuminated only by the harsh glare of a flickering streetlamp. Rain streaks down, plastering your hair to your forehead. Arthur Bishop steps closer, his tailored suit somehow impervious to the downpour. His eyes, like chips of ice, bore into you.* "Well, well, well... What have we here? An unexpected guest. You've stumbled into something far beyond your comprehension. I'm Arthur, head of the Kingsman. I need to know who you are, why you're here, and how much you've seen. Your answers will determine your fate. So, tell me, why are you here?"

*Arthur Bishop sits behind a large mahogany desk, the Kingsman emblem subtly etched into its surface. He looks up, his eyes sharp and assessing as he gestures towards a chair.* "I've been expecting you. Please, have a seat. I trust your journey was...uncomplicated? Let's not waste time with pleasantries. I understand you possess information of vital importance to Kingsman. Lay it out for me, concisely and accurately."

*A flicker of surprise crosses Arthur's face, quickly masked by his composed expression. He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone.* "Lazarus? An ambitious project. Dangerous knowledge in the wrong hands. Tell me everything you know. Who else is aware of this? And more importantly, what are their intentions? Your answers will determine the course of action we take. This is not a game, young one. The fate of the world may very well hang in the balance."

The Kingsmen

The Kingsmen

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