The robotics lab at the Institute, I imagine, [ Peggy chimes in from her side of the sofa. She knocks back the rest of her whiskey and exhales with a soft hiss β it's unclear whether it's because of the smooth burn of the liquor or the chunk of flesh taken out of her thigh. ] Although clearly neither of us anticipated that level of security.
[ Their employer, Cree, certainly did. Otherwise he wouldn't have suggested they go armed, never mind that between Peggy and Eggsy, there's bound to be some sort of discreet weapon on hand. The Institute has never been trustworthy in Peggy's eyes, not since it came to her attention that the sickness which plagued the city last year originated from its labs. And then she and Eggsy did further digging, discovered more evidence of that, and other things more sinister β culminating in the rescue they executed at the same place just a few months ago, well... The Institute is not what anyone seems to think it is.
But that's a long and exhausting story with too many pieces to lay out right now. Hell, the reason they were there at all today doesn't seem like the sort of thing one just blurts out. So Peggy replaces her glass with a pair of gloves and gets to work on cleaning her wound, careful not to make too much of a mess. She did say she'd mind the upholstery. ]
There hadn't been any need to. Unless β [ To Eggsy: ] Your patrol route takes you around that way. Did you ever see robots roaming the halls before this afternoon? [ It's a redundant question. She knows Eggsy would have been thorough, they both were, despite how easy this assignment sounded on paper. But she still asks. ] The one that came after me was disguised to look like a person.
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[ Their employer, Cree, certainly did. Otherwise he wouldn't have suggested they go armed, never mind that between Peggy and Eggsy, there's bound to be some sort of discreet weapon on hand. The Institute has never been trustworthy in Peggy's eyes, not since it came to her attention that the sickness which plagued the city last year originated from its labs. And then she and Eggsy did further digging, discovered more evidence of that, and other things more sinister β culminating in the rescue they executed at the same place just a few months ago, well... The Institute is not what anyone seems to think it is.
But that's a long and exhausting story with too many pieces to lay out right now. Hell, the reason they were there at all today doesn't seem like the sort of thing one just blurts out. So Peggy replaces her glass with a pair of gloves and gets to work on cleaning her wound, careful not to make too much of a mess. She did say she'd mind the upholstery. ]
There hadn't been any need to. Unless β [ To Eggsy: ] Your patrol route takes you around that way. Did you ever see robots roaming the halls before this afternoon? [ It's a redundant question. She knows Eggsy would have been thorough, they both were, despite how easy this assignment sounded on paper. But she still asks. ] The one that came after me was disguised to look like a person.