Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property, every agent, and somehow,...

[Eggsy stands by the ruins of Kingsman Tailors. He notices a figure emerging from the other side and pulls his gun at him, only to discover that it is Merlin] Eggsy: Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property, every agent, and somehow, conveniently, you weren't at home! Merlin: I could say the same thing about you. Eggsy: What, you think I'd kill Roxy? And my mate Brandon, and my fucking dog? Merlin: No. You think I would? [Merlin pulls out Charlie's robotic arm from his bag] Merlin: This thing... hacked us. Clearly, this arm can be remotely controlled. I'm only alive because my address wasn't on the database with the agents. Whoever Charlie's working with doesn't think that mere staff are missile-worthy. Eggsy: This ain't funny. Roxy is dead! Everyone's dead! Gone! Do you even care? Merlin: Pull yourself together! Remember your training. There's no time for emotion in this scenario. [Eggsy nods] Merlin: Now, as all surviving agents are present, we follow the doomsday protocol. When that's done, and only then, you may shed a tear in private. Eggsy: Okay. What's the doomsday protocol? Merlin: We go shopping.