To be the Best

by The Scotsman

 PART 2

 

Chapter 4, Decisiveness

Chapter 5, Resilience

Chapter 6, Optimism

Notes

 

Chapter 4 Decisiveness

We are given one life and the decision is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind or whether to act and in acting to live.

The whine resounded within the unconscious mind; holding it suspended below the threshold of consciousness, never varied in its insistent calming effect throughout the long darkness of the soul. No thoughts or dreams marred the perfect calm that enveloped Alexander Gordon’s sleeping self; enveloped in perfect peace and tranquillity for an unmeasured period.

Until that is, sensations began to intrude. At first, these strange feelings and impulses had no meaning or definition, but as time passed and they came again and again slowly the quiescent mind gave them form. At a level below that of dreams, Alex’s mind began interpreting these strange sensations as those of physical activity. Some came in the form of callisthenics; other sensations seemed to be as long runs through indistinct landscapes. Lastly and most interestingly were those that called for an opponent. Non-dreams of fighting endless ghost warriors never once seeing a face or form complete rather, these dreams were full of limbs striking out of the mists without warning or indication of the source. Each time such an attack came somehow Alex responded. Her body seemingly reacting without pausing to confer with her she found herself moving with the blows flowing with the tide of combat. Always balanced always sure of the next move to counter or the next blow to strike. Throughout the long darkness Alex absorbed many techniques and stratagems as easily as breathing.

This activity seemed to push the all pervasive whine further back giving space for Alex’s own dreams to exist. Dark dreams they were of being hunted and alone in a barren landscape. Vicious pursuers armed with fear of capture and the torture that would follow it hunted Alex’s dreams like an evil presence. No matter how hard and fast Alex ran; always the hunters were with her, getting closer and closer. Long weeks of fear choked slumber these dreams continued, until another image appeared.

An old man shotgun slung in the crook of his elbow stood there a smile playing across his face. Alex felt the fear wash away as this presence stood over her, protection and comfort radiating from the gentle light in his eyes. Here at last, was a counter for the dread of the hunt. Always now, when the hunters closed in, Alex looked for the old farmer, knowing that rest and surcease could be found in his presence.

After long eons of dreams of running and non-dreams of fighting a change was felt; something was different missing - silence, the whine had ended. With the barrier removed at long last, the sleeping mind struck out for consciousness like a whale rushing upwards to broach the sea and fling itself momentarily into the air.

 

As the observers looked on intently, the lovely woman laying in the gurney before them blinked her eyes. Squinting into the light, which must be intensely bright after so long without seeing she peered around the room at the observers.

"Alex? Alexandra, can you hear me?" This from a short man with eyes bulging like a fish, Alex felt no recognition of this strange face. Glancing around she could see orderlies and other people in what looked like a medical facility.

"Alex, my name is Professor Barker. You were involved in a serious accident and have been recuperating for some time. If you can understand my words, please blink your eyes?" Although the words sparked no memory, Alex complied. Blinking her eyes several times to make certain he would see her response.

"Good. Well done, Alex. OK, you might have trouble speaking, as it’s been some time since you’ve done so and your vocal cords are now quite different, but please don’t worry. We will have you up and around in no time at all."

As Alex moved her head from side to side she caught sight of a group of men in uniform. Instant panic seized her. The hunters were there. She must escape.

"Alex, please don’t struggle. We have you strapped in for your own safety."

As her exertions increased, she could feel the bands of fabric fastened around her wrists and ankles; now painful as she pulled harder and harder to free herself. With the sound of tearing Velcro, the strap on her left arm parted.

"Christ, hold her down!" this, from one of the soldiers in uniform rushing forward to take her.

With a scream, Alex ripped free her right wrist and caught the uniformed hunter before he could get a grip on her arm. With slight exertion and a seated roll, the Hunter was airborne above her on his way to meet a console across the room. Other soldiers were now advancing on her, but they were too late. With her arms free, it was the work of moments to free her legs and roll off the table into a crouched, position. At last she could see the hunters clearly - no longer indistinct forms or limbs striking out of the mists. These soldiers she could strike back and destroy to win her freedom.

The six veteran members of the SAS had no way to foresee the ball of fury that impacted amongst them. Fist, elbows, knees and feet flew everywhere smashing these hardened veterans to the floor like so many flimsy cardboard cut outs. Each blow struck with vicious precision and inhuman speed and power. Within seconds, it was over. Only the scientists remained standing; shocked into immobility by the dark angel released amongst them.

Continuing her forward momentum, Alex burst threw the doors of the lab to freedom. She had again escaped the hunters, although she could never recall them getting this close before. Whatever secret they hunted her for they had failed to extract. In return, she had learned an important fact her name, 'Alexandra' - 'Alex'. Yes, that fitted - that felt right. She could still recall nothing of her life, but she was certain that this was indeed her name. Perhaps more would return to her over time, but now was not the time to worry about it. Distance and safety came first then, and only then, could she ponder her missing past.

 

Alex snuck silently into the back garden of the small house. Here was an opportunity to procure clothing to allow her to blend into the environment. Once free of the building where she had awoken, Alex had kept up a fast jog for forty minutes. She needed to make some alterations to her appearance before entering the village spread out before her; a half naked, bare footed woman with dishevelled, shoulder length, auburn hair would be too conspicuous by far.

Examining the clothing hanging on the drying line Alex realized she had no idea what would fit and what would not. At the moment, she was only wearing the Lycra top and briefs she had awoken in; something more substantial was called for. Quickly grabbing a skirt and blouse at random from the line, Alex retreated to the shade of a tree to test them for fit. The skirt was a little loose, but would suffice for the moment. Working out that the zip belonged at the back took several moments thought. The constriction to her legs was moderately uncomfortable, but the integral lining felt silky smooth against her bare legs. She could live with this and the combination of the white blouse and charcoal skirt looked well on her. 'Now how to get some shoes?'

Scanning the area for any observers, Alex vaulted the fence separating this garden from its neighbour. No washing was hanging here and the house had that feeling she recognized as meaning no one was home. Examining the door, she quickly gave up on forcing it and moved to the windows. Those on the ground floor were all tightly secured, however, one of the first floor windows was hanging slightly open. Griping the drainpipe and taking a final look for possible observers, Alex climbed up level with the window. Holding herself steady to the pipe with her bare feet and one hand, she used the other to open the window wide. Easy as candy from a baby.

Once inside and the window secured behind her, Alex surveyed the bathroom she found herself in. As her eyes past over the mirror mounted over the hand washbasin, a shock coursed threw her. Her initial reaction was that an unknown woman was looking back at her and it required some moments to realize that this face was indeed hers. Running her hand over the clear complexion in the mirror, she examined the heart shaped face critically. High cheek cheekbones and a pert nose over a full and sensuous mouth; eyes large and open under slightly too bushy brows, her auburn hair streamed behind her ears to brush her shoulders in an untidy mop; altogether an attractive and pretty face. Alex nevertheless felt uncomfortable with it, but could not place why. Having no real idea what she should be doing with it, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up the brush conveniently left out and began working on her hair by brushing out the tangles and sweeping it back from her face.

Once satisfied for the moment that her hair would at least not bring attention to herself, she moved on into the rest of the house. Finding the master bedroom cluttered with the apparel of what was apparently a man and wife, the clothes she examined were all far too large for her lithe figure. There was however, a large selection of shoes in a size not too small for her feet. They would be uncomfortable perhaps for prolonged periods, but better than going barefoot. Hunting for a pair that would match the look of her skirt and blouse, she settled on a pair of two-inch heeled, charcoal grey court shoes. She felt that these would appear normal with what she was currently wearing. Slipping them on, she almost fell at the unfamiliar sensation of balancing on heels. 'I wonder why I don’t know how to do this?'

Examining herself in the full full-length mirror in the door of the wardrobe, she still felt something was missing from the look. 'Bare legs?' Searching through the chest of drawers, she quickly discovered three pairs of tights still in their box. Removing the shoes, she sat on the end of the bed and began puzzling out how to fit these awkward pieces of apparel.

Once satisfied with the fit of the tights and again shod, she again examined herself in the mirror. 'Yes, that looks OK. Looks damn good actually. Need to add some colour to my face though; I look a bit washed out.' Examining the various cosmetics littering the surface of a dressing table, Alex quickly inventoried the various shades of lipstick. Drawing a blank on which would be appropriate for her clothing, she grabbed one at random and opened it. After running the lipstick around her lips, Alex examined herself in the mirror again.

 

'Bloody hell I look like a clown. Why the fuck don’t I know how to do this? I can break into a house in thirty seconds flat, but I can’t put on some lipstick? Just what sort of person am I?' Wiping the overenthusiastic attempt form her lips with the tissues on the table, Alex carefully tried again. After four more attempts and trying two different shades, Alex was finally satisfied that she looked reasonable. Ignoring the other cosmetic paraphernalia scattered around as likely to take even longer to figure out, Alex turned her attention to searching the house for money.

Finally coming to rest in an armchair in the lounge downstairs, Alex surveyed her haul - £72.14 in assorted notes and coins. She had also located a shoulder bag that contained some tampons, a few pieces of cosmetics, two pens, a handful of fluff, a button and, wonder of wonders, an ATM card. Best of all, was the piece of paper slipped into the lining with a four digit number on it. Alex was hopeful that the person this belonged to was forgetful and stupid enough to have left the PIN number to this account waiting for her discovery. Fighting the feelings of guilt at robbing some unsuspecting couple with the desperation of her situation, Alex shouldered the bag and prepared to head out.

Once back on the streets, Alex headed for the village centre. It was imperative that she find transport as soon as possible to a larger urban environment; this place was just too small to vanish into. Passing a bank with no one using the auto teller, Alex decided to test the ATM card she now possessed. Slipping the card out of her bag and into the slot Alex punched in the four-digit code from the piece of paper and hoped for the best. It worked. Quickly selecting to withdraw the maximum daily limit of two hundred pounds, Alex completed her transaction and left.

Alex caught sight of a rail line running on the far side of town, as she reached the centre of the village. Walking as quickly as was practical in heels, with a skirt constricting the free movements of her legs, Alex soon approached the station. After examining the timetable published outside, she was overjoyed to discover that the trains here ran all the way into London. The trip would take only ninety minutes and she could lose herself easily in such a large city.

 

"No sir. Still no sign of her." Captain Campbell frowned into the phone cradled on his shoulder. Nursing his broken left arm supported by a sling he found it hard to keep the exasperation from his voice.

"Look, Sergeant, how hard can it possible be to locate one half naked girl with red hair? The countryside isn’t exactly teaming with them now is it?"

"I’m sorry, sir, but we are doing our best. The dogs lost her scent in the stream and we haven’t yet located where she exited it. We have sent her description, such as it is, to all the local police forces and they assure us that they will report any sightings. You said this woman has been given SAS training - I would not expect to locate her easily."

"I know, Sergeant, but it is imperative that we locate her immediately. She has received a severe psychological shock after being incapacitated for months. The thought of her doing some mischief to herself has crossed all our minds"

"Well, sir, if you were to provide more information on just who she is and what’s going on, it might make searching easier"

"I am sorry, Sergeant, but all such information is confidential and, in several cases, covered by the Official Secrets act. You will just have to do your best with the information you already have."

"Understood, sir. I will call you immediately if any news breaks."

"Right, Sergeant, carry on"

Sighing as he hung up the phone, Captain Campbell looked round at the remains of the squad which had accompanied him to the lab. Of the seven of them who had come today, three were in hospital being treated for there injuries. One was in intensive care for a ruptured intestine from where Alex had planted a foot. Those here with him were all bandaged or bruised to a degree hard to believe from a single girl’s ministrations.

'What the HELL happened? Why did she explode that way when she saw our uniforms?' There were mysteries here that needed solving. Some had already been cleared up in the form of apologies from Justin. His explanation of the strength and speed of the girl having resulted from the training of his tapes was indeed interesting and bore further investigation when the time permitted. A program that gave soldiers that level of skill and strength while they slept would be truly invaluable. 'Welcome to the army of the twenty-first century. Training begins at twenty-two hundred hours, when you hit the sack.'

His superiors had been making very nice sounds in his direction over this whole affair. The advance in various projects here; thanks to the introduction of the challenge of healing Alex, had been noticed and approved at the highest levels. If on the other hand, Alex’s reaction showed some underlying flaws, Campbell was certain that some of the resulting shit would end up sticking to him. Apart from that, he had a deep and personal responsibility to the well being of the soldier placed under his command. From a day that had started so well, it certainly had gone to hell in a hurry.

 

"Captain Campbell, please report to main entrance with your party. An ambulance has arrived to return you to base." The announcement over the PA system only added insult to injury. None of his men were fit enough to drive the truck back, so they needed an ambulance to take them.

Two hours and four pain painkillers later, Captain Campbell was again on the phone. This time the other party was no lowly sergeant; it was in fact the Minister responsible for the Military Research budget.

"So are you saying, Captain, that the taped fitness and coordination regime actually imparted training in the martial arts, as well as, its original purpose?"

"Apparently so, Minister. Our records for Corporal Gordon show him as proficient in that area, but nowhere close to the level displayed today. When I replayed the CCTV tapes to our instructors here, they were astonished by the prowess displayed. It seems the Corporal has mastered every technique included in those tapes."

"That’s positively marvellous, Captain. No one ever dreamt that this was possible at least not at our present level of understanding of the brain."

"I agree, sir, the potential of this is exciting."

"And the results of the cellular re-growth … truly astounding. I have pictures here of just after she was injured and to see the images of her today. It’s incredible"

"No denying that, Minister, it’s just a pity about the slip up with the female thing"

"Yes, yes, agreed. Truly unfortunate, but Professor Barker assures us that this was simply an oversight… easily avoided in future. Would you agree with this assessment?"

"Completely. sir"

"Excellent. Very fine work, Captain, matching up your injured man with these research projects. You have helped power our R&D forward by at least 5 five years. There is, of course, one slight problem with this of course"

"Yes, sir. Corporal Gordon’s reaction on waking"

Exactly, Captain. I have spoken to an eminent psychologist whose opinion is that it may well have been a result of the trauma of the accident. As she was unconscious for the entire period after the accident, no opportunity to vent the reaction was given. However, all three projects involved here, must now be placed on hold until such time as your corporal can be found and the reasons for the reaction known. I must insist that you bend every effort to locating her, Captain."

"Understood, Minister, and I agree totally. I can assure you that everything I can do is being done and will continue to be done until we locate her."

"I expect to hear from you immediately you locate her, Captain. I have a team of psychologists and doctors standing by for a full examination. The sooner we can find what’s wrong with her, the sooner we can give her treatment, the sooner we can proceed with these projects. Good luck, Captain. I expect to hear from you in the near future."

As Captain Campbell put the phone down, he felt uneasy at the thought of the examination awaiting Corporal Alexandra Gordon. He felt sure that the Minister’s priorities in this would be other than his own, but it was inevitable that there would be interest in her condition and the only aid he could provide would be finding her first, so that he could see that she got the help or treatment she needed. If some other agency located her first then what little shielding he could provide for her would be lost. Dealing with what had happened to her would be hard enough with the full support of the regiment. Coping without that support might not be possible. The Captain truly doubted that he could retain his sanity under the circumstances.

 

At the same time as the Minister was speaking to the Captain, the Minister had no way to know that the woman he was discussing was only a few miles away; departing the train station ready to fade into the background of London. If he had known, he would not be expecting to hear from the Captain very soon.

 

 

Chapter 5 Resilience

The brave don't live forever but the cautious don't live at all. Here's to the brave!

As Alex left the station, her mind was filled with priorities and resources. First she needed more clothing, both to provide warmth and so as not to be memorable to others, next she needed somewhere to stay and finally, she needed a way to earn or take more money; these were the immediate priorities for survival. Beyond that, things got complicated. Best to leave contemplating them until she was secure. For resources, she had £205.62 in her bag. She also had the stolen ATM card although this was uncertain, as it may well have been reported stolen by now. Even if not, using it would leave an electronic trail from the point of theft to here. Finally, she had herself and whatever skills she possessed. This was the most problematical resource to quantify; as she literarily had no idea what she was capable of until she did it. Climbing up a drainpipe and breaking into someone’s house had surprised her at the same time as she was doing it. With further thought, her incapacitating seven large soldiers was also a very surprising thing. She was obviously a very skilled fighter to be able to perform as she had; yet she had no memory of the training that must have produced that skill. These things just came to her naturally as and when she required them; this left the obvious question of just what else would she be able to do at need?

Alex could see a charity shop on the corner she was approaching. This would be the best place to buy a variety of clothes at low cost. A carryall or piece of luggage might also be in order. Entering the shop, she thought of a further difficulty she would encounter; she had no idea what size clothing she would wore. Thinking of the problem, she quickly formulated a plan of action.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me?" this to one of the woman with a nametag fastened to her blouse.

"Yes dear, what are you after?"

"I have recently been on a very strict diet and have lost quite a bit of weight. Unfortunately, none of my clothing fits me now and I was hoping to pick a few bits and bobs, but I don’t even know what size I am anymore."

"That’s no problem, dear. Come on through to the changing rooms and let me measure you?" Smiling, the young woman, whose nametag read, 'Suzan', beckoned for Alex to follow her. At best guess, she was twenty-five years old, slightly overweight with breasts perhaps a few sizes larger than was optimum for her five feet eight inches height strawberry blond hair cascading around a gentle face that looked as if it had been designed specifically for the smile was at the moment brightening up the entire shop with its radiance. Alex could not help but respond with a smile to this obviously genuine expression.

Following Suzan Alex soon found herself being measured from head to toe as the assistant marked a series of numbers onto a piece of paper Armed with these sizes she felt confident in making her selection from the racks. First finding three rather bland print skirts that matched her size and then sorting out blouses in a range of four colours. Also a single suite consisting of Skirt and jacket went over her arm as she continued to look. The selection available all seemed rather unfashionable and dowdy but then she doubted she would know high fashion if it jumbled up and bit her. Looking through the coats she did find a dark grey knee length overcoat that would go well with what she was wearing now and looked warm and cosy. This too went over her arm. Shoes were an essential item as those she was wearing now were becoming truly uncomfortable. If she was not able to change soon she would scream. Taking a quick peak inside the left shoe showed them to be size six. So selecting a size seven should fit fairly well. Of the limited selection available only two pairs fit when she tried them on. She selected a pair of 3" black high heels and some flat open toe sandals. Both pairs joined her at the counter.

"Excuse me you don’t happen to have any holdalls or sport’s bags do you?" She asked Suzan.

"Yes dear I think I have exactly what you need. Hold on a second." Going into the back area she quickly emerged with a pink sports bag that looked spacious enough to just about hold her purchases.

"Before you go there’s one thing here that just screams for you to try." So saying Suzan lifted up what appeared to be a silk gown in a midnight blue colour. "Isn’t it beautiful?" Alex agreed that it was but it was not the sort of clothing she had come looking for "Please say you will try it on. I think it will suit you perfectly."

Seeing no polite way to decline Alex accepted the dress and retreated into the changing room. She was strangely reluctant to wear such a garment. She could not really say why but she felt scandalous thinking of wearing such a thing. She felt that everyone would be laughing and pointing at her if she was to go out in public with it on. Regardless she pushed aside her doubts and slid out of her skirt and blouse and stepped into the dress. Lifting it up and passing her arms through the straps she had a brief struggle reaching round to fasten the zip at the back once clothed Alex gazed into the mirror in the changing room.

"WOW" The result was breathtaking; staring back at her was a complete knockout. The dress emphasised her breasts while the dark colour made her look even slimmer at the waist. Altogether the image in front of her was the most feminine woman she could imagine. Alex was finding it hard to accept that this was in fact herself. The thought that she could ever look that sexy was alien and disturbing to her. But also at the same time thrilling in ways she could not explain. The unbelievable feeling of the dress caressing her skin felt so good clashing with the internal screams that this was so wrong. Her breath coming short at the emotional turmoil Alex decided to analyze the situation logically. Her body was young and firm shapely and lithe. Why was it wrong for her to look good? There were no deformities to hide or massive scarring to be covered. Alex could find no reason why she was reacting in this way. Deciding that if she could look this good then she should Alex firmly ignored what she considered to be inhibitions which plainly had no sense to them. Re-examining herself in this light Alex was again caught by just how feminine the dress made her look. The feeling of the silk caressing her skin was heavenly.

"I am Definitely taking this." Just wearing such a beautiful dress made her feel so many things for which she had no name. A smile played across her mouth making her face even more attractive. Stepping out to display the dress to Suzan Alex noticed enviously glances from a few other customers. This only made her feel even better about herself and this dress.

"I’ll take it. How much?"

"That dress could have been made for you dear and you are buying so much else I think I will give you that on the house."

"Really? Thanks its really lovely isn’t it" Smiling at Suzan she could see the admiration in her eyes as she nodded her agreement.

"Defiantly you. Some of the other items you have are a bit plain mind you. Want me to help pick a few things out?"

"Are you sure? I would not want to take up too much of your time."

"No problem dear. It’s not every day I get to clothe someone with your figure. Now if you leave the things you already have here there’s a skirt in the bottom rack over there that would really show your legs off great"

 

Over two hours later Alex emerged from the shop waving to her new friend Suzan having promised to return in a week’s time to see what new things had come in. Lighter in her bag by £140 but weighed down by a holdall considerably larger than the small sports bag she had originally thought to buy. She now had casual clothing to last a week as well as four different outfits that really looked gorgeous. The long coat she had picked out she was now wearing and was the only item from her original selection that she had actually bought. The rest being had been relegated back to the racks as too plain. Lighter too in spirit she walked along with a smile a fun two hours shopping had really cheered her up and helped her forget her problems. Even the pain of the too small shoes was forgotten as she clicked her way along the street.

It was now time to locate somewhere to stay for the night. The £65 she had left should be enough for a single night in cheaper accommodations but she was unhappy at the thought of where that would leave her tomorrow night. She did not want to have to resort to mugging people in order to pay the bills.

No sooner had she thought of this than two men popped out of a small lane she was just passing. One approached from the front displaying a knife prominently to get her attention while the second made a grab for her bag. Not a good move on their parts.

"Shut up bitch an you wont get hurt" This from the knife wielder before her. The predatory grin on her face disconcerted him considerably but not as much as seeing his associate picked up by the throat and hurled against a wall hard enough to knock the fight right out of him.

"Don’t worry about me getting hurt. Its YOU that’s in trouble here" Snaking a hand around the outstretched knife and grasping the wrist before he had a chance to react she squeezed HARD. The sound of bone breaking could clearly be heard as the knife fell from his nerveless fingers.

"Now be a good boy and YOU won’t get hurt not much anyway." Again the predatory smile made an appearance the terror in the erstwhile muggers face apparent. "Use your left hand to take out all your money from your pockets. If I see anything but money I will snap this hand clean off. Understand?"

Nodding the mugger gingerly began rifling his pockets pulling out what little money he had. Only £32 but every little bit helped. Taking the money in her left hand she let go of his wrist with her right. Then before he could move away snapped her fist forward into his chest. The mugger slumped down gasping for breath as Alex turned to his associate.

"And where do you think you’re going?" With an upraised eyebrow she surveyed the second mugger who was attempting to crawl back down they alley from which they had emerged.

"I hihnge" As nothing intelligible could be said he simply slumped to the ground and raised his hands showing surrender.

Taking three lady-like steps in his direction Alex extended her hand demandingly. He must have been smarter than he looked as he got the message and started passing across his money. £96 came out of his pockets before he again raised his hands in silent appeal to leniency.

"If I was you I would find a new occupation. I feel you just aren’t cut out for this one" The mugger nodded mutely. "Oh and tell your friend to be more careful who he calls Bitch in future" So saying Alexandra turned on her heels to walk away. Across the road an Asian man in a turban was standing with mouth hanging open staring in amazement at the two muggers lying prostrate before the petite red head. She had just thrashed them and mugged them in return. With a giggle Alex waved cheerfully to the man and walked off her heels clicking merrily.

 

Being unlikely to locate suitable accommodation here in the very centre of London Alex entered the first underground station she came to. This was the Great Portland Street Station on the Circle line. Reading the list of stations available on this line without changing Alex decided on Bayswater. Why this looked promising she could not say but as she had no definite destination in mind this would do.

The station platform was small and crowded with what was now rush hour traffic; perhaps crush hour would be more appropriate as there was barely room to stand. Thankfully a train arrived after only a minute’s wait. Here again Crush was the rule. Standing shoulder to shoulder with other commuters Alex glanced around wondering if her clothing would stand out in the crowd. The first thing she noticed was they she was the only person on the train not reading a newspaper. Even though there was no room to fall over the train was so crowded every nose was firmly planted in one publication or another. Each person carefully not noticing the other commuters forced to press against them. Not a single word was being spoken anywhere in the carriage as far as Alex could see. This odd behaviour convinced Alex that wherever she originated from it was somewhere other than London. She could not imagine herself acting in the same manner as these business people were doing.

Bayswater station was only four stops and the trip was over within minutes. Alex heaved a mighty sigh of relief as she exited the train and made her way to the escalator to ascend to street level. AS she was about to exit the station she spied a man selling papers from a small kiosk at the side of the entrance. He had no customers at the moment so Alex approached.

"Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me. I am looking for some basic accommodations in the area and wondered if you might be able to direct me to a cheap hotel."

"Yes love. If it’s cheap and cheerful you after what you want is the Bayswater Inn. Left out the station and walk to the light then left and just follow the road around. It’s not more than a two-minute walk. If on the other hand you got enough dosh to cough up a pony a night well then you want the Stakis. To get there turn right out of the station and just follow the road along. You can’t miss it"

Being unsure just what a "pony" translated to Alex decided that cheap and cheerful was good enough and followed the directions to the Bayswater Inn. The name belonged to a door in the face of a block of three floor houses. A small sign in the window assured her that there were indeed rooms available and that a single room cost from £43 a night.

Walking through the door Alex surveyed the well lit foyer. The interior looked a lot better than she had expected form the outside. A long reception desk ran along the back of the room with a handsome man just glancing up from behind it. Alex was amused to see his eyes work there way up her figure in obvious appreciation. The experience of being checked out sending sent a small thrill coursing through her along with a mild feeling of impropriety. The male receptionist was dark haired and had a deep tan to his face a narrow aquiline jaw and straight nose. An image of this man walking along a sunny Mediterranean beach briefly played across her mind.

"Good evening Miss. How can I be of assistance?" His Greek accent perfectly matched his looks.

Alex could see his obvious interest in her and was shocked to find that she was returning it. Why this was so shocking she could not really say after all this man must be every girl’s fantasy come to life. *perhaps I used to be a nun before I lost my memory.*

"I would like a single room for at least three nights. I may be staying longer but can’t say for certain yet."

"That’s no problem Miss; our advance bookings for this week are fairly light so there should be a room available if you need to extend you stay." Smiling the young man busied himself tapping details into the computer behind the desk. "What name Miss?"

"Miss Alexandra Gryphon" the name was a last moment inspiration but would suffice for the short length of her stay. She would just have to remember to answer to it.

"Room includes a full English breakfast in the morning Miss. We ask that all guests check out no later than eleven and check back in no earlier than three. We have a safe with deposit boxes here in the office for any valuables you wish to secure. Use of a box costs £5.60 a day and comes insured for up to £1000. Three nights room comes to £129. How would you like to pay for that Miss?"

"Cash please but I would like a receipt for my expenses claim." Yet again knowledge and action flowed without any memories accompanying them. She had no idea how she knew that paying cash without demanding a receipt would draw attention. Alex passed over the money and waited for her receipt and change.

"Here you go Miss. When you know if you need to stay longer you can ask for me. My name is Akrantoj but please just call me Akra." Smiling Akra passed over the room key and receipt his hand lingering momentarily longer than necessary on hers.

"Thanks Akra. Have you got a restaurant here? I was not expecting to be staying in London tonight and am famished."

"I am sorry Miss but the hotel being so quite at this time of year we don’t keep a chef on staff." Akra truly looked downcast at this admission. "But tell you what my father runs the bar which is also the restaurant room. If I talk nicely to him I think I can persuade him to cook you something. It won’t be exactly Haute Cuisine; more like Shepherds pie and chips but he won’t charge Haute Cuisine prices for it."

"That would be perfect Akra. Plain food is about all I am in the mood for tonight. Give me forty five minutes to get showered and changed" Smiling Alex turned to the lift to make her way to her room. Smiling at Akra had been fun and again she was getting that feeling of having done something illicit. *oh well if I was a nun they can’t hold me to vows I don’t remember anyway*

The room when Alex entered was better than she had expected. It had a comfortable looking double bed a dressing table with mirror and stool a cosy looking arm chair and a large fitted closet. A door adjacent to the rooms entrance led onto the toilet come shower room a large old-fashioned shower cubicle slotted into a recess in the wall. Various sachets of complimentary shampoo and conditioners were stacked on the small basin along with a comb still wrapped in polythene and a bar of soap. Towels were hanging over a small radiator next to the shower keeping them warm to the touch. All in all it was very pleasant. Alex had an idea that this was the lap of luxury compared to where she had stayed before though still no idea where that was could be recalled. *used to living in Spartan accommodation don’t know anything about clothing or makeup and feel as if I am doing something wrong when I smile at a handsome man. If it wasn’t for the fighting and the house breaking I would swear I had been a nun. Just who the hell am I?*

Setting her carryall down Alex’s first priority was getting rid of the shoes. Her feet felt like they had been lent to the Spanish Inquisition for training purposes. Taking off the long coat she opened the wardrobe to discover hangers conveniently provided. Using one of these she hung her coat from a hook on the back of the door. Next came unpacking and hanging her cloths examining each article as it was attached to its hanger or folded into the drawers of the dressing table. Suzan had shown an eye for pattern colour and size that Alex could hardly credit. Items that Alex had initially rejected as too bland or too bright were matched perfectly with another item creating outfits of understated elegance and style. The midnight blue dress was still the crowning glory amongst these and Alex considered wearing it down to dinner. *I wonder if I could get Akra’s eyes to pop out with this? Probably but it’s perhaps a bit much for a casual bite to eat in the hotel bar.* Sighing Alex slipped the dress onto a hanger and placed it reverently within the wardrobe. She really had to find occasion to wear that dress and Soon. Deciding on a skirt and blouse combination that Suzan had mentioned would go well with the open toed sandals Alex laid these out on the bed ready to put on after a well deserved shower. Today had been one long rollercoaster ride of terror fear and a few moments of happiness.

Luxuriating in the stream of hot water spraying her body Alex began soaping up. The sensations as her hands caressed her breasts were exquisite. The nipples springing erect seemingly of there own accord. She quickly discovered just how sensitive these were and moderated her original brisk scrubbing to a slow and gentle caress. *Oh that feels Wonderful* Continuing her slow caresses of her breasts Alex’s head tilted back and her eyes fluttered closed. The sensations radiating from her breasts easing her into an almost trance like state.

Her hands caressing her breasts neck shoulders and hips grew languorous as she relished these unsuspected feelings. *I wonder how this would be if it was Akra soaping me up?* as this thought filtered through her mind Alex gasped as her groin made itself noticed a sensual heat igniting and sending tendrils throughout her body. Without thought her soap slicked hand slid down her body to meet this warmth caressing the tender lips of her vagina and sending shockwaves of sensation rushing to her head. *WOW* A soft gasp of astonished delight escaped her lips as she further explored herself revelling in the moment as her left hand continued to caress her breasts and her right hand investigated her sex. *I hope I was not a nun This is too good to give up* As her fingers now slick with more than just soap slipped between the folds of pliant flesh still massaging slowly a burst of pleasure and sensation made her gasp. *that must be my clitoris its even more sensitive than my nipples* as the heat built and grew to a bonfire between her legs Alex slid down the side of the cubicle. The warm stream of water forgotten as she sat with legs splayed open thoughts focused on her own body.

Thoughts of handsome Akra doing this to her only further built the bonfire already lit within her the pleasure building as her hands continued their work. Panting now Alex increased the pace of her self-ministrations riding the wave of pleasure assaulting her mind. Gasping with each breath Alex felt control slipping from her as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her engulfing her and carrying her away in a rush of pure ecstasy. Tidal waves of delight ripping throughout her body as the muscles within her vagina contracted repeatedly. It was too much to control all volition left as Alex surrendered herself willingly to the rush and flow of pleasure.

*Screw being a nun* Alex thought as she opened her eyes and surveyed her position. Sprawled at the bottom of the shower with one leg reaching up to above her head and the other sticking out the curtain Alex giggled. *I wonder what Akra would say if he could see me now* Righting herself was not a simple matter but once done Alex carefully finished her shower. Not wanting to trigger the same response again she was careful to keep thought of Akra’s well tanned and muscled body from her mind. His physique reminiscent of ancient statues of Greek gods muscles rippling as he *damn girl get a hold of yourself.*

*underwear. I need to remember to get some tomorrow* Alex thought to herself as she donned the top and briefs she had awoken in that morning. Next came the ankle length faun split skirt and the matching top she had left out. Finally the open toed sandals went on her feet. Compared to the too tight heels she had been wearing earlier these were absolute bliss. This combination at least negated the need for tights. A good thing as she had not thought to take any spare pairs and the set she had removed had faired badly in her exuberance to get rib of them. Combing her still damp hair back from her face Alex examined herself in the long mirror attached to the closet door. The skirt and top she was wearing made an attractive combination and the top was tight enough to show her assets without being uncomfortable. Her hair was looking rather frizzy from towel drying. She supposed that a hair drier would also be an essential purchase as well as a proper brush to replace the comb supplied by the hotel. Satisfied with her image Alex retrieved the tube of lipstick from her purse and carefully and laboriously applied a coat. Her preparations complete Alex slung her bag over shoulder and exited her room.

 

The bar was deserted the only other soul there the somewhat elderly Greek gentleman pottering around behind the bar.

"Hello" Alex addressed the man

"Ah Good evening Miss. Are you the guest my son mentioned was looking for some supper?"

"That’s right if it’s not too much bother."

"No bother at all miss. As you can see I am not exactly rushed off my feet here and some company would be welcome. If you will take a seat I will be right back with your meal." Alex examined him closely as he wandered into the rear area. The resemblance between him and his son were telling. The same height and narrow face as Akra only tempered somewhat by age.

Soon returning with a tray bearing a large plate laden with the promised food the elderly Greek set it down before Alex along with a smaller plate holding two slices of buttered bread. "Can I get you something to drink with your meal?"

"Yes please but I think I should stick to soft drinks for the evening. It has been a tiring day and I don’t think I could hold my liquor without embarrassing myself terribly. Just a Coke would be fine." Alex gave a self-depreciating smile as she said this

"No problem Miss."

"Alexandra. But please call me Alex"

"A pleasure Alex I’m Nick" As Nick took her hand she was surprised at his raising and gently kissing it. Alex could feel the blush spreading on her cheeks but was charmed nonetheless.

"Now I know where your son learned his charm. Are all Greek’s such gentlemen?"

"No but with such beautiful company as you how could any man be less than gentlemanly.

"What lovely things you say. If you were not wearing a wedding ring you might turn my head." Alex smiled as she gently teased Nick.

"If I was not so happily married I might try" Nick responded.

As Alexandra took her time eating her meal she and nick chatted amicably. Alex being careful to always steer the conversation onto Nick rather than expose her own missing memories or be forced to invent a past.

"That was perfect Nick just what I needed" Alexandra Reached for her bag to pay for the meal she had truly enjoyed

"No no it’s on the house please. I could not dream of charging such lovely company for such a simple meal." Nick was holding his hands up refusing payment and shaking his head to show his sincerity.

"OK Nick but only this once. Thank you for dinner and thank you too for your company.

"It’s been my pleasure Alex. Please if you are hungry again and don’t want to bother going out just let me know and I will be happy to cook for you again."

"That’s very kind of you Nick and I appreciate the offer." Extending her hand Alex again felt Nick’s lips brush the back of her palm. "

"Good night Miss."

As Alex passed the reception desk on her way to her room she decided that a wake up call in the morning would be a good idea.

"Hello Akra. I was wondering if you could book a wakeup call for me at half nine tomorrow morning."

"No problem Miss. How was dinner?"

"Perfect. Your father is a real charmer." Alex and Akra shared a laugh at this.

"Yes he is always pleased to entertain the pretty ladies. I think he owes me a favour for sending you in his direction"

"I enjoyed my meal really. And it never hurts to be paid compliments by a real gentleman."

"Glad to here hear it Miss. If there’s anything else you require please feel free to call reception."

"Thanks but I have been well fed and entertained I think its time for some sleep. Goodnight Akra." Keeping eye contact as she turned to leave Alex gave a smile and was pleased to see it returned.

"Goodnight Miss"

 

 

Chapter 6 Optimism

Do not bemoan the problems of yesterday. Instead celebrate the opportunity tomorrow brings to overcome

The shadow foot struck for Alex’s head ducking she used her left hand to give the kick a little more momentum than was originally intended. The follow through punch from her striking in the direction the kick originated. But once again there was nothing there. More blows rained in on her from all sides coming faster and faster until eventually she knew she must fail to evade or block one of them. No matter how she fought she was unable to land any blows of her own. Always she found nothing but empty air. Growing frantic Alex decided that there was no escape this time. If she was going to be taken then she would not go without inflicting some punishment on her attackers first. Collecting herself Alex let loose a might cry and rushed in the direction of the latest blow ready to grapple whatever she encountered.

As Alex unwrapped herself from about the dressing table stool she had moments before been attempting to throttle she surveyed her room. *only a dream?* Glancing at the digital readout on the clock built into the bed surround she saw it was just after six am I the morning but now feeling fully awake and the adrenaline only just beginning to ebb Alex doubted the possibility of further sleep. The adrenaline fuelled sweat now beginning to dry on her skin decided her on a shower.

Once dry Alex rested on the bed considering her life or what little of it she could remember. Everything seemed so disjointed in her mind with no firm place from which to begin rebuilding. Her only recollection from prior to waking up in the medical facility were the images of being hunted through the grey landscape of her dreams. *was that too only dreams?* remembering the panic and fear at the sight of the army uniforms Alex decided that there must be more to it than simple nightmares. Pushing on her memory with all her mental might Alex began recalling a few disjointed images. Soldiers throwing her from a helicopter in the darkness of night onto a cold windswept Mooreland; fear of discovery as she crawled on her belly along a hedge line; the sight of a farm spread out below her with the feeling of hunger and hope filling her stomach flashed through her consciousness. Lastly she recalled an image of an old farmer proffering a steaming tray of food. His gentle smile conveyed a sense of relief and relaxation.

Each of these memories if that is what they were was dislocated in her mind. No inclinations of what came before or after were attached. Each was like a single photograph of the past holding a few moments of her life encapsulated within.

These memories at least confirmed that there was more to her fear than simply bad dreams. If she wished to get her life back it would be necessary to find out just what the military was hunting her for? What information or secrets did she posses? Turning to the police or a hospital for assistance was clearly not an option. If the military was serious in its hunt any such action would alert them to her presence very quickly. Now that she had a few hours to spare Alex decided to consider her options. Finding a pen and some paper on the dressing table she decided to list what everything she knew or suspected to see if it made more sense.

ME

Approximately 22 year old woman no scars or birthmarks 5’6" tall red shoulder length hair Grey eyes Attractive. Slim build with no excess fat or great muscular development Fit and healthy.

Superbly trained in martial arts. Not afraid of being attacked with a knife able to handle a confrontation without fear.

Woke in unknown medical facility somewhere in England. Hunted by military for reasons unknown due to loss of memory prior to waking.

Shows signs of experience in breaking and entering. Also evidence of prior expertise in evading capture.

Lacks most basic knowledge in all things feminine needed to think through how to go pee. Unknown if this is due to loss of memory but unlikely as other skills survived.

Name Alexandra or Alex. Sir name unknown

Staring at the few meagre facts on the page of paper Alex realized just how little she truly knew such a pitifully few lines to describe a life. Her ultimate goal had to be to regain her memory or at least to learn again abut who she was. All other activities had to lead to this goal. Turning the paper over Alex began listing the resources she had and those she would need to acquire.

GOT

£71

ATM card (use of which is problematical)

Two night’s accommodation and three breakfasts

Appropriate clothing to blend into the local population

NEED

A reliable source of income

Permanent or semi permanent place to stay

Cover identity

Transport

Access to military records or reports

Not on the list of things needed were friends and allies. Alex doubted that she could manage on her own. Her lack of knowledge of London and in more general how to be woman and fit into London would be a stumbling block. The help of Suzan yesterday had managed to prevent her looking silly in the clothing she had originally thought to buy. Perhaps Suzan would be able to help her in other ways in her attempt to assimilate into the city. She had seemed like a caring and fun loving young woman yesterday and Alex felt she would like her as a friend even if she was unable to help her further. Perhaps she could invite Suzan to lunch today and see if they could become friends.

Prioritizing Alex decided that money was her most immediate concern. Adequate sources of this would help greatly in achieving her other needs. In the short term repeating yesterdays attempted mugging could provide some cash as well as amusement but Alex did not fool herself into thinking this was risk free. Any encounter could well result in her being injured or killed. Also if she was to go around stomping on criminal low life’s sooner or later the police would notice and may take an interest in her activities. Ultimately she needed to find either a job or some other legal or unlikely to draw attention source of income. On the Job Front Suzan again might be able to help.

Glancing again at the digital readout on the clock Alex was disappointed to note that only fifteen minutes had passed since she had woken. It was unlikely that breakfast would be available before seven and Alex was already restless. Deciding to do a few stretching exercises to loosen her up and pass the time Alex moved to the clearest part of the room. Beginning by simply bending down so that her hair brushed the carpet Alex began working out to a pattern she did not realize she knew. As the stretches continued more fluid stylized motions began to replace the basic movements she had begun with. Soon her entire body was slowly and deliberately pacing through what Alex began to realize were martial art exercises. Each thrust of her fists or swing of her legs slow and graceful. Always in perfect control. Never knowing what motion was coming next until she began making it Alex relaxed into the routine. Finding her mind freed by the patterns that seemed so strange yet familiar. As the not-dance continued Alex began noticing a slight maladjustment to some of the movements. Not quite in perfect balance or seeking to stretch further than she was capable of. Unknowingly she began adapting the style for a smaller frame with lower centre of gravity and the presence of breasts.

After half an hour Alex found her mind to be clear and her body relaxed and in perfect balance. All tension from the nightmare had fled and she could not recall feeling this content. A moment of perfect repose as the exercises came to an end with her hands crossed in front of her legs bent into a half crouch. Holding the position for a few seconds Alex revelled in the feeling of tranquillity and considered the dichotomy of the martial arts used so successfully yesterday to cause harm now transformed into something beautiful and sublime. That the same motions and skills could fulfil both extremes seemed fitting.

 

Alex found two other diners in the restaurant come bar by the time she made her way in. Nick was busily shuttling in trays laden with plates and cups.

"Good morning Nick. What’s for breakfast?"

"Morning Alexandra. What would you like? We have a selection of breakfast cereals if you want to go light or as much toast with jam or butter as you can eat I can also whip up a full English breakfast if you can wait. Or if you want I suppose there is porridge." His obvious reluctance to even mention porridge tickled Alex’s sense of humour.

"Hmm Tempting as porridge sounds I think I will go for the full English." Smiling Alex sat at a vacant table.

"No problem Alex. Would you like some coffee tea or orange juice while you wait?

"Oh yes please. A cup of coffee would be great."

A few more guests wandered in as nick bobbled off to the kitchens pointing them to vacant tables as he passed soon returning with a small pot of coffee and a cup.

Alex idly surveyed the other diners while waiting for her breakfast to arrive. A couple of young men with Australian accents she pegged as tourists visiting the country she was mildly surprised that they did not have backpacks with them. The other couple were what appeared to be a man and wife though by their sharp dress they could as easily have been business colleagues here for a meeting or conference but there manner and body language suggested they were more than just friends. Alex herself had chosen to stick with a professional look this morning comprising of a pastel skirt suit and white blouse. Again the sandals adorned her feet although these did look mildly out of place with her clothing she could not bear to think of wearing heels again today.

As breakfast arrived Alex raised her cutlery to attack the heaped serving before she could though a memory intruded. The same gentle eyed farmer she had seen in her dreams and again in the memory she had recalled earlier. This time the memory was clearer and included the fact that he too had served her a steaming plate of breakfast. Also was the disconcerting fact that her left wrist was chained to a post. Very odd her feelings towards this memory farmer continued to be positive and trusting yet this memory showed him at least peripherally involved in her previous capture. *could he have released me from the cuffs? Is that why I feel so trusting towards him?* with no easy answers coming to mind Alex dug into her food and put the matter aside for later consideration.

As Alex left the dinning room she thanked Nick profusely for the great breakfast. Smiling he assured her that it had been no trouble. Once out of the hotel Alex turned right heading back to the underground. Ready and confident to take the city by the horns and wrestle it into submission. She knew now what her goals were and had the beginning of a plan to achieve them. The great and good God have mercy on the soul of anyone or anything that tried to stop her on her way.

 

Captain Campbell was once again on the telephone to the Minister.

"Yes minister the CCTV footage of the station confirms it. She is in London."

"How on earth did she manage that Captain? A half naked girl with no money should not have been able to outwit your searchers then casually board a commuter train to the capital."

"Yes Minister but it seems she was not without money for very long. You have to remember that although she may look like a pretty young woman she is in fact a combat veteran trained in survival and escape and evasion techniques. I did warn you that taking her would not be easy. We learned today that one of the houses in a local village was burgled. Looks like our girl took the first opportunity to acquire some clothing and money and then skipped to London before we had pictures of her circulating.

"You mean she just broke into someone’s house? Just like that? What sort of soldier are you training Captain"

"The sort that get the job done regardless Minister. Rules and laws are not overly regarded in the regiment."

"Hmm you and I may need to have a little chat about that at some point. Have you any idea where in London she is?"

"Not at this time Minister but we do have one hopeful possibility. As well as money and clothing it seems she found an ATM card along with its PIN number. We have a record of two hundred pounds being removed from the account from the banks machine in the village yesterday. We can only hope she uses the card again. At this point it’s our best lead to her."

"I take it you have put a stop on the card?"

"Far from it Minister. We have instead asked the bank in question to keep the account open and to raise the maximum amount a day to five hundred pounds. We have also been able to persuade them to program a special message to be displayed on screen if the card is used."

"I can understand the message Captain but why allow her to continue drawing funds?"

"We want to get her trust sir. We still have no idea why she ran like she did. But since leaving the facility she is obviously acting in a rational fashion. So we have placed a message asking her to contact us on a phone number we have set up and have allowed her to continue taking money as a sign of good faith. Ultimately I believe our best chance is to entice her into returning of her own free will. I don’t know if it would be possible to track her down in London if she is actively hiding"

"Good enough captain. But please keep me informed of any further developments"

"Of course sir. If you would prefer we can meet in person as I am relocating to London with a squad of men to co-ordinate the search myself"

"Good idea. I will arrange for a meeting between myself you and some senior police officers tomorrow then. If you need any assistance that the local police can provide I intend to see that you get it."

"Thank you sir. That should be of great help. Right sir tomorrow then. Goodbye"

"McKENZY. McKENZY GET IN HERE"

"SIR"

"Get a squad together Sergeant. Full kit but use that non lethal crap that’s been in the armoury since last year."

"Understood sir"

"Oh and Mckenzy. McKENZY"

"Sorry sir. I though you had finished"

"What’s the name of that lad did the trials at the same time as Gordon?"

"Walker sir Lance Corporal Archibald Walker"

"Right that’s him. He was a friend of hers I mean his Oh whatever. Make sure he’s in the squad we are taking."

"Yes sir."

"OK don’t just stand there man MOVE MOVE MOVE"

Here ends Part 2 of "To be the best"

 

Notes 

Thanks Thanks and MORE thanks to Christy, Prudence, Jan, Misty and last but DEFINATLY not least Karen Ann. Without your help support and large doses of red ink I don’t think I would have EVER got this out.

For the readers my HUMBLEST oppologies. I know I promised to have this part 2 out AGES ago. But then Life got in the way as it has such a hobbit of doing.

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