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To Be The Best: Part 2 By The Scotsman 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 varying 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. The body seemingly reacting without pausing to confer he found himself 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 hunted Alex's dreams like an evil presence. No matter how hard and fast Alex ran; always the hunters were there, getting closer and closer. Long weeks of fear choked slumber these dreams continued, until another image appeared. It was an old man with a shotgun slung in the crook of his elbow stood there with a smile playing across his face. Alex felt the fear wash away as this presence stood over him with 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 aeons of dreams of running and non-dreams of fighting a change was felt. Something was different and missing - there was 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 lying before them blinked her eyes. Squinting into the light, which must be intensely bright after so long without seeing Alex peered around the room at the observers. "Alex can you hear me? Alexandra?" This was from a short man with eyes bulging like a fish, Alex felt no recognition of this strange face. Glancing around Alex 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 eyes several times to make certain the man would see the response. "Good. Well done, Alex. OK, you might have trouble speaking, as it's been some time since you've spoken and your vocal cords are now quite different, but please don't worry. We will have you up and about in no time at all." As Alex moved a head from side to side a group of men in uniform came into view, instant panic set in. The hunters were there, making escape necessary and immediate. "Alex, please don't struggle. We have you strapped in for your own safety," pleaded the Professor. "Alexandra." As the exertions increased, Alex could feel the bands of fabric fastened around both wrists and ankles. Pulling harder and harder to get free pain set in. With the sound of tearing Velcro, the left arm strap suddenly parted. "Christ, hold her down!" said one of the uniformed soldiers rushing forward to take control. With a shrill scream, Alex then ripped free the right wrist and caught the uniformed hunter before he could get a grip of that arm. With slight exertion and a seated roll, the hunter was airborne above Alex on his way to meet a console across the room. Other soldiers were now advancing but they were too late. With arms free, it was the work of moments to free both legs and roll off the table into a crouched, defensive position. At last Alex could see the hunters clearly. They were no longer indistinct forms or limbs striking out of the mists. These soldiers could strike hard but Alex would fight and destroy to win freedom. However six veteran members of the SAS had no way to foresee the ball of fury that would impact amongst them. Despite the feminine form before them, fists, 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 all over. Only the scientists remained standing; shocked into immobility by the dark avenging angel released amongst them. Continuing the forward momentum, Alex without thinking about the situation burst threw the doors of the lab to freedom. As Alex ran to escape the hunters there was no memory of them getting this close before. Whatever secret they hunted they had failed to extract. In all this commotion she learned that her name was Alex and the man had used Alexandra too more than once. Alex could recall nothing of a past life, but felt certain that Alex was indeed a recognised name from another time. Perhaps more would return over time, but now was not the time to worry about it. Distance and safety came first then, and only then, could she ponder the missing past. Once free of the building and that hard fight, Alex had somehow kept up a fast jog for forty minutes. There was a village spread out ahead and even without knowledge of a past life Alex knew that some appearance alterations were necessary to prevent suspicion or information being passed onto the hunters. Pausing for a moment for breath Alex became conscious of a half naked form and noticed blood oozing from hard worked feet. Putting a hand up to feel some dishevelled, shoulder length hair, Alex realised that to enter the village like that would be too conspicuous. Alex sneaked silently into the back garden of a nearby small house. Here was an opportunity to procure some clothing to allow blending into the environment. Examining the clothing hanging on the drying line, Alex realised the clothes might not fit but anything had to be better than the Lycra top and briefs currently worn. Something more substantial was called for. Quickly Alex grabbed a skirt and a blouse at random from the line and then retreated to the shade of a tree to test them for fit. The skirt was a little loose but would suffice. Working out that the zip belonged at the back took several moments thought. The constriction to Alex's legs was moderately uncomfortable and felt strange after the long run, but the integral lining felt silky smooth against bare hairless legs. Alex could live with that and felt instantly warmer. 'Now how do I get some shoes?' Alex thought looking at those sore looking bare feet. Scanning the area for any observers, Alex climbed the fence separating this garden from its neighbour. No washing was hanging up and the house looked like no one was home. Examining the back door, Alex quickly gave up forcing it open 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 steady to the pipe to avoid a 20-foot drop, with those bare feet and one hand, Alex used the only remaining free hand to open the window wide. 'Easy as taking candy from a baby,' Alex thought inching a way inside. Once inside and the window secured behind, Alex silently surveyed the bathroom. On passing the mirror mounted on the wall behind the hand washbasin, a shock coursed through Alex as an unknown woman stared back. Alex required some moments to realise that the face now belonged to the body dressed in a skirt and blouse. Running a hand over the clear complexion in the mirror, Alex examined the unfamiliar 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, auburn hair streamed behind small ears to brush slim shoulders in an untidy mop. It was altogether an attractive and pretty face for a woman. Alex nevertheless felt uncomfortable with the long unkempt hair but could not place why. Having no real idea why, Alex shrugged those narrow shoulders, picked up the hairbrush conveniently left out to begin working on the hair by brushing out the tangles and sweeping it back from that attractive face. "That'll have to do until I get it cut," Alex said. Once satisfied for the moment that the hair looked neater, Alex moved into the rest of the house. Finding the master bedroom cluttered with the apparel of what apparently belonged to a married couple, all the clothes seemed far too large for Alex's lithe athletic figure. Alex's priority though had been shoes and there was however, a large selection of shoes in a size that might be a tight fit for a pair of bruised feet. They would be uncomfortable perhaps for prolonged periods, but anything was better than going barefoot. Alex really needed something that would allow mobility while not looking out of place with the other clothes. Finally Alex had to settle on a pair of well-worn heeled shoes with a 2" heel as the best fit as the sensible aerobics shoes were just too tight. At least they would appear normal with everything else Alex wore. Examining the appearance in the full full-length mirror in the door of the wardrobe, Alex still felt something was missing from the look. 'Bare legs?' Alex thought, 'and it's cold outside.' Searching through the chest of drawers, three pairs of unused tights were discovered in their box. Removing the shoes, Alex sat on the end of the bed and began puzzling out how to fit these awkward pieces of clothing. Once satisfied with the fit of the tights and again shod, Alex again looked in the mirror critically. 'Yes, that looks OK. Looks damn good actually. I look really pale though all white and unhealthy looking. I look a bit washed out.' Alex thought. Examining the various cosmetics littering the surface of the bedroom dressing table, Alex quickly studied the various shades of lipstick. Drawing a blank on which would be appropriate for the look grabbed one at random and opened it. After running the lipstick around both lips, Alex examined the image 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 woman am I?' Wiping the over enthusiastic attempt with the tissues on the table, Alex carefully tried again. After several more attempts and trying two different shades, Alex was finally satisfied that the effort looked reasonable. Ignoring the other cosmetic bottles scattered around as likely to take even longer to figure out, Alex turned attention to searching the house for money. After several minutes searching Alex came to rest in an armchair in the lounge downstairs to survey the haul. There was some ?72.14 in assorted notes and coins. A shoulder bag that contained some tampons, a few items of cosmetics, two ladies pens, a handful of fluff, a button and also wonder of wonders a bank machine 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 discovery. Fighting the feelings of guilt at robbing some unsuspecting couple with the desperation of the situation, Alex shouldered the bag and prepared to head out. Once back on the streets, Alex headed for the village centre. It was imperative to find transport as soon as possible to a larger urban environment because this place was just too small to vanish into. Passing a bank there was no one using the auto teller so Alex decided to test the bankcard. Slipping the card out of the 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 the transaction and left. Alex caught sight of a railway line running on the far side of the village. Walking as quickly as was possible, with a skirt strangely constricting free movement, Alex approached the railway station. After examining the timetable published outside, Alex was overjoyed to discover that most trains ran all the way into London and one was due within 5 minutes. The trip would take only ninety minutes and one could get lost easily in such a large city. *** "No sir. Still no sign of her," moaned Captain Campbell into the phone cradled on his shoulder. Nursing his injured left arm supported by a sling he found it hard to keep the exasperation from his voice. "Look, Sergeant, how hard can it possibly 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 this case 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 that had accompanied him to the lab. Of the six who had attended, three were in hospital being treated for their injuries. One was in intensive care for a ruptured intestine from where Alex had planted a foot. Those with him were all bandaged or bruised to a degree hard to believe from a single girl's ministrations. 'What the hell had happened? Why did Alex explode that way when she saw our uniforms?' he pondered. 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 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,' he thought smiling at the thought. His superiors had been making very nice sounds in his direction over this whole affair. The advance in various projects 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 the main entrance with your party. An ambulance has arrived to return you to your base," said the embarrassing announcement over the PA system. That 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 but it was in fact the Minister responsible for the military research budget. "So are you saying, Captain, that the taped fitness and co- ordination regime actually imparted training in the martial arts, as well as, its original purpose?" the Minister asked. "Apparently so, Minister. Our records for Corporal Gordon showed 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... and 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 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, the sooner we can give treatment and 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 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. 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 Gordon 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 Alex 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 cowardly don't live at all. Here's to the brave! Alex's mind was filled with priorities and resources on leaving the station. First there was a need for more clothing, both to provide warmth and so as not to be memorable to others. Somewhere to stay was next and finally money. Those were the immediate priorities for survival. Beyond that, things got complicated and Alex figured it would be best to leave contemplating them until those first three were secure. For resources, there was ?205.62 in that shoulder bag plus the stolen ATM card although its continued use was uncertain, as it may well have already been reported stolen. Even if not, using it would leave an electronic trail from the point of theft to this city. Finally she had herself and whatever skills she possessed. Alex had some excellent unarmed combat skills and resourcefulness. This was the most problematical resource to quantify, as Alex literally had no idea what was possible until after it had been done. Climbing up a drainpipe and breaking into someone's house had surprised Alex at the time. With further thought, Alex's incapacitating seven large soldiers was also a very surprising thing. Certainly this was a rare skill to possess and yet there was no memory of the training that must have produced it. These things just came naturally as and when required. This left the obvious question of just what else Alex was able to do. Lost in these thoughts, Alex stumbled across a charity shop on the corner of a busy junction. This would be the best place to buy a variety of clothes at low cost. A holdall or some piece of luggage might also be useful. Entering the shop, Alex thought of a further difficulty that would be encountered. Alex had no idea what size clothing to buy or what kind. Thinking of the problem on entering the shop, Alex quickly formulated a plan of action. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me?" Alex asked a woman called Susan who identified herself by 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 Susan beckoned for Alex to follow her. At best guess, Alex decided that Susan was twenty-five years old, slightly overweight with a well endowed bosom perhaps a few sizes larger than was optimum for her five feet eight inches height. She had strawberry blonde hair cascading around a gentle face that looked as if it had been designed specifically for the radiant smile that brightened up the entire shop. Alex could not help but respond with a smile to this obviously genuine expression. Alex allowed Suzan to measure her from head to toe with the results marked up as a series of numbers on a piece of paper. Armed with these sizes, Alex felt more confident in making the selection from the racks. Three rather bland print skirts that matched the sizes were first and then four different coloured blouses were next. Alex found a business suit consisting of a skirt and jacket that was added to the growing pile. The selection available though all seemed rather unfashionable and dowdy but then Alex had no any notion of high fashion. Looking through the coats, Alex did find a dark grey, knee length overcoat that would go well with the stolen skirt and blouse. It looked and felt warm and cosy. Shoes were an essential item, as the stolen small shoes were becoming truly uncomfortable. If Alex wasn't able to change soon the pain was going to cause a scream. Taking a quick peek inside the left shoe showed them to be size six. So the next size up would help. Of the limited selection available only two pairs fit when Alex tried them on though one pair were 3" black high heels and the others were flat open toe sandals. Reluctantly both pairs were put on the counter in the absence of anything more comfortable. "Excuse me you don't happen to have any holdalls or sport's bags do you?" Alex 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 hold Alex's purchases. "Before you go there's one thing here that just screams for you to try," said Susan who lifted up what appeared to be a silk evening gown in a midnight blue colour. "Isn't it beautiful?" Alex agreed, "Yes it is but it's not the kind of thing that I'd been looking for." "Please say you'll try it on. I think it will suit you perfectly," pleaded Susan. Seeing no polite way to decline, Alex accepted the dress and retreated into the changing room. There was a strange reluctance to wear such a garment. Perhaps everyone would be laughing and pointing fingers with that on out in the open. Regardless Alex pushed aside doubts, slid out of those stolen clothes and stepped into the dress. Lifting it up and easily passing slim arms through the straps, Alex had a brief struggle reaching round to fasten the zip at the back. Once dressed, Alex gazed into the mirror in the changing room. "Wow." The result was breathtaking. Staring back at Alex was a complete knockout. The dress emphasised breasts while the dark colour made the waist look even slimmer. Altogether the image in front of Alex was the most feminine woman imaginable. Alex was finding it hard to accept that this was in fact right. The thought that Alex could ever look that sexy was somehow alien and disturbing. But also at the same time thrilling in ways that couldn't be explained. The unbelievable feeling of the dress caressing hairless skin felt so good but it clashed with the internal screams that this was so wrong. Breathing coming short at the emotional turmoil, Alex decided to analyse the situation logically. The body was young, firm, shapely and lithe. Why was it wrong to look good? There were no deformities to hide or massive scarring to be covered. Alex could find no reason why there was this reaction. Finally Alex decided that if someone could look this good then it should be alright so Alex firmly ignored these feelings. There was no sense to them and perhaps they were inhibitions. A re-examination in this light, left Alex realising just how feminine the dress looked. The feeling of the silk caressing soft skin was heavenly. "I am definitely taking this," said Alex out loud. Just wearing such a beautiful dress made Alex feel so many things for which there was no name. A smile played across Alex's mouth making the face looking back even more attractive. Stepping out to display the dress to Suzan, Alex noticed envious glances from a few other customers. This only made Alex feel even better about the dress. "I'll take it. How much?" Alex asked. "That dress could have been made for you dear and you're buying so much, I think I'll give you that on the house." "Really? Thanks it's really lovely isn't it?" asked Alex smiling at Suzan. Alex could see the admiration in Susan's eyes as she nodded her agreement. "Definitely you. Some of the other items you have are a bit plain mind you. Want me to help pick a few other things out?" "Are you sure? I wouldn't 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 Suzan having promised to return in a week's time to see what new things had come in. Lighter by ?140 but weighed down by a holdall considerably larger than the small sports bag she'd initially thought would do, Alex now had enough casual clothing to last a week as well as four different outfits that really looked gorgeous. The long coat was being worn and was the only thing from the original selection that had been bought. The rest had been relegated back to the racks as just too plain. Lighter too in spirit Alex walked along with a smile as the fun of two hours shopping had helped to forget the problems. Even the pain from the too small shoes was forgotten as the heels that were now worn clicked along the street. It was now time to locate somewhere to stay for the night. The ?65 that was left should be enough for a single night in cheaper accommodation but that left Alex feeling apprehensive for the following night unless money wasn't found. Mugging people in order to pay the bills did not seem like a good idea. No sooner had that thought finished when two men popped out of a small lane just as Alex passed. One approached from the front displaying a knife prominently to get Alex's attention while the second made a grab for the bag. That was not a good move on their parts. "Shut up bitch and you won't get hurt," said the knife wielder. The predatory grin on Alex's 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. It's you that's in trouble here." Snaking a hand around the outstretched knife and grasping the wrist before he had a chance to react Alex 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 and the terror in the erstwhile muggers face became 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. He only had ?32 but every little bit helped. Taking the money Alex let go of his wrist. Then before he could move away, Alex 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 Alex surveyed the second mugger who was attempting to crawl back down the alley from which they'd emerged. "I hi.. h.. nge." 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 a 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 for leniency. "If I was you I would find a new occupation. I feel you just aren't cut out for this one," said Alex. The mugger nodded mutely. "Oh and tell your friend to be more careful who he calls a bitch in future." Said Alex who turned to walk away. Across the road, an Asian man in a turban was standing with his mouth hanging open staring in amazement at the two muggers lying prostrate before the petite red head. Unbelievably she had just thrashed them and mugged them in return. With a giggle, Alex waved cheerfully to the man and walked off the heels clicking merrily. Being unlikely to locate suitable cheap accommodation in the very centre of London, Alex entered Great Portland Street underground station on the circle line. Reading the list of stations available on this line without changing, Alex decided to try Bayswater. Why this looked promising Alex couldn't say but with no definite destination in mind this would do. The station platform was small and crowded with people heading home from work. Instead of the rush hour, Alex thought that the term crush hour would be more appropriate as there was barely enough room to stand. Thankfully a train arrived after only a minute's wait but crush was the rule as Alex stood shoulder to shoulder with other commuters. Alex glanced around wondering if the new clothing would stand out in the crowd. The first thing Alex noticed was that everyone on the train was 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 he originated from it was somewhere other than London. He could not imagine 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 he exited the train and made for the escalator to ascend to street level. As Alex was about to exit the station he spied a man selling papers from a small kiosk at the side of the entrance. He had no customers at that moment so Alex approached. "Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for a place to stay for the night, and wondered if you might be able to direct me to a cheap hotel." "Yes love. If it's cheap and cheerful you're after what you want is the Bayswater Inn," he said. Alex nodded so he continued. "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 Alex that there were indeed rooms available and that a single room cost ?43 a night. Walking through the door, Alex surveyed the well-lit foyer. The interior looked a lot better than had been expected from the outside. A long reception desk ran along the back of the room with a handsome man just glancing up from behind it. His eyes worked their way up Alex's figure in obvious appreciation. The experience of being checked out sent a small thrill coursing through Alex 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 Alex's mind. "Good evening Miss. How can I be of assistance?" His Greek accent perfectly matched his looks. Alex could see his obvious interest and was shocked to find it being returned. Why this was so shocking Alex couldn't 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 your stay." Smiling the young man busied himself tapping details into the computer behind the desk. "What name Miss?" "Miss Alex Gryphon." The name was a poor last moment inspiration but would suffice for the short length of stay. Alex 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 11am 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 night's 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. Alex had no idea about paying cash without demanding a receipt would draw attention. Alex passed over the money and waited for the 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 with his hand lingering momentarily longer than necessary. "Thanks Akra. Have you got a restaurant here? I wasn't expecting to be staying in London tonight and I'm famished." "I am sorry Miss but the hotel being so quiet 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 shepherd's pie and chips but he won't charge fancy prices for it." "That would be perfect Akra. Plain food is about all I'm in the mood for tonight. Give me 45 minutes to get showered and changed." Smiling Alex turned to the lift to go to his room. Smiling at Akra had been fun and again there was that odd 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 had been 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 room's entrance led onto the toilet come shower room. It had 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 before though still had no idea where that was. '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'd been a nun. Just who the hell am I?' Setting the holdall down, Alex's first welcome priority was getting rid of the shoes. Alex's feet felt like they had been lent to the Spanish Inquisition for training purposes. Taking off the long coat Alex opened the wardrobe to discover hangers conveniently provided. Using one of these Alex hung up the coat from a hook on the back of the door. Next came unpacking and hanging the clothes 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. An occasion to wear that dress and soon would be fun. 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 out of the shower head, Alex began soaping up. The sensations as hands caressing breasts were exquisite. The nipples sprung erect seemingly of their own accord. Alex quickly discovered just how sensitive these were and moderated the original brisk scrubbing to a slow and gentle caress. 'Oh that feels wonderful.' Continuing the slow caresses, Alex's head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed. The sensations radiating from those breasts and nipples eased Alex into an almost trance like state. Alex's hands caressed breasts, neck, shoulders and hips and grew languorous with relish at these unsuspected feelings and sensations. 'I wonder how this would be if it was Akra soaping me up?' Alex thought. Alex gasped as a finger finally found the groin area. There was a sensual heat igniting and sending tendrils throughout Alex's taught body. Without thought, the soap slicked hand slid down Alex's body to meet this warmth caressing the tender lips of female vagina and sending shockwaves of sensation rushing around inside. "Wow!" A soft gasp of astonished delight escaped Alex's lips on further exploration of this body cavity and revelling in the moment as a left hand continued to caress breasts as a right hand investigated the sex below. 'I hope I was not a nun. This is too good to give up,' Alex thought. As fingers were now slick with more than just soap, they easily slipped between the folds of pliant flesh and slowly a burst of pleasure and sensation made Alex gasp. 'That was nice whatever it was because it's even more sensitive than these,' Alex thought. As the heat built and grew to a bonfire between those long legs, Alex relaxed and slid down the side of the cubicle. The warm stream of water was forgotten as Alex sat with legs splayed open thoughts focused on the body and the pleasure it was giving. Thoughts of handsome Akra doing this only further built the bonfire already lit within. The pleasure building as hands continued their work. Panting now Alex increased the pace of self-ministrations riding the wave of pleasure assaulting the inner mind. Gasping with each breath, Alex felt control slipping away as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed and engulfed. This was carrying Alex away in a rush of pure ecstasy. Tidal waves of delight ripping throughout as the vaginal muscles contracted repeatedly. It was too much to control and all volition left as Alex surrendered willingly to the rush and flow of pleasure. 'Screw being a nun,' Alex thought on opening wet covered eyelashes to survey the position. Sprawled at the bottom of the shower one leg was reaching up the wall while the other was sticking out the curtain causing Alex to giggle. 'I wonder what Akra would say if he saw me now.' Getting up was not a simple matter but once done Alex carefully finished the shower. Not wanting to trigger the same response again Alex was careful to keep thought of Akra's well tanned and muscled body out. His physique reminiscent of ancient statues of Greek gods muscles rippling as he... 'Damn get a hold of yourself,' Alex thought. 'Underwear. I need to remember to get some tomorrow.' Alex donned the Lycra top and briefs again from that morning. Next came the ankle length fawn coloured split skirt and the matching top had been left on the bed. Finally the open toed sandals slipped onto sorely abused feet. Compared to the earlier tight heels and the stolen pair these were absolute bliss. This combination at least negated the need for any tights. A good thing as Alex didn't have any other pair and the set that had been removed had faired badly in the exuberance to get rid of them. Combing still damp hair back into place, Alex looked in the long mirror attached to the closet door. The skirt and top made an attractive combination and the top was tight enough to show off available assets without being uncomfortable. Alex laughed at the hair that was looking rather frizzy from towel drying and realised 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, Alex retrieved the tube of lipstick from the woman's stolen purse and carefully and laboriously applied a coat. Preparations complete, Alex slung the bag a shoulder and went down to dinner. The bar was deserted and the only other soul there was a somewhat elderly Greek gentleman pottering around behind the bar. "Hello," said Alex addressing him. "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's 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 smiled. "No problem Miss." "Please call me Alex." "A pleasure Alex I'm Nick." Nick took Alex's hand and was then surprised as he raised and gently kissed it. Alex could feel the blush spreading 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 and gently teased him. "If I was not so happily married I might try," Nick responded. As Alex took time to eat the meal Nick chatted amicably. Alex being careful to always steer the conversation onto Nick rather than expose any missing memories or be forced to invent a past. "That was perfect Nick just what I needed," said Alex who reached for the bag to pay for the enjoyable meal. "No, oh 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 a hand to shake but instead of shaking it, again Alex felt Nick's lips brush the back of her palm. "Good night Miss." As Alex passed the reception desk on the way back to the room, the thought of a wake up call in the morning seemed a good idea. "Hello Akra. I was wondering if you could book me a wakeup call for 9:30 tomorrow morning?" "No problem Miss. How was dinner?" "Perfect. Your father is a real charmer." Alex and Akra then shared a laugh. "Yes he is always pleased to entertain the pretty ladies. I think he owes me a favour for sending you in his direction." "I really enjoyed my meal and it never hurts to be paid compliments by a real gentleman." "Glad to 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 it's time for some sleep. Goodnight Akra." Keeping eye contact as Alex turned to leave, Akra 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 Alex used a left hand to give the kick a little more momentum than was originally intended. The follow through punch from Alex striking in the same direction as the kick originated. Once again there was nothing there. More blows rained in on Alex from all sides coming faster and faster until eventually it seemed impossible to evade or block them all. No matter how Alex fought, landing blows seemed impossible. Always Alex found nothing but empty air. Growing frantic Alex decided that there was no escape this time. If Alex was going to be taken then inflicting some punishment on the attackers would be all that could be done. Collecting strength, Alex let loose a mighty cry and rushed in the direction of the latest blow ready to grapple whatever was encountered. *** As Alex unwrapped from around the dressing table stool that had been in a tight clinch, the realisation dawned that it had been only a bad dream. Glancing at the digital readout on the clock built into the bed surround, Alex saw it was just after six in the morning. 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, Alex decided on a shower. Once dry Alex rested on the bed considering life or what little of it could be remembered. Everything seemed so disjointed in the mind with no firm place from which to begin rebuilding. Alex's only recollection from prior to waking up in the medical facility were the images of being hunted through the grey landscape of those weird dreams. "But was that 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 that memory Alex began recalling a few disjointed images. Soldiers throwing someone from a helicopter in the darkness of night onto a cold windswept moorland. The fear of discovery as Alex crawled in mud along a hedge line. The sight of a farm spread out below with the feeling of hunger and hope filling an empty stomach flashed through Alex's consciousness. Lastly Alex recalled an image of an old farmer proffering a steaming tray of hot food. His gentle smile conveyed a sense of relief and relaxation. Each of these memories if that is what they were, was dislocated in Alex's 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 life encapsulated within. These memories at least confirmed that there was more to Alex's fear than simply bad dreams. If Alex wished to get a life back it would be necessary to find out just what those soldiers were hunting for. What information or secrets did Alex 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 Alex's presence very quickly. Now that there were a few hours to spare, Alex decided to consider the options. Finding a pen and some paper on the dressing table, Alex decided to list everything that was known or suspected to see if it made more sense. ME Young attractive woman with no scars or birthmarks, small frame, red shoulder length hair, grey eyes. 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 any fear. Woke in unknown medical facility 90 minutes by train from London. Hunted by the 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, such as sizes and experience with makeup. Even needed to think through how to pee. Unknown if this is due to loss of memory but unlikely as other skills survived. First name is Alexandra, Alex for short. Surname unknown. Staring at the few meagre facts on the page of paper Alex realised that it didn't go very far in describing who this person was. Such pitifully few lines to describe a life. Alex's ultimate goal had to be to regain that memory or at least to learn again about who that person was. All other activities had to lead to this goal. Turning the paper over Alex began listing the available resources in that quest and those that would be needed. GOT ?71 in cash. ATM card but its use must be a problem. Two nights paid 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 this could be managed alone. There was a lack of knowledge of London and how to fit into this city as such would be a stumbling block. The help of Suzan yesterday had managed to prevent looking silly in the clothing that had originally been selected. Perhaps Suzan would be able to help in other ways? She had seemed like a caring and fun loving young woman yesterday and Alex felt sure that Suzan could make a good friend. Perhaps an invitation to lunch today would help to see if they could become friends. However money was Alex's most immediate concern. Adequate sources of this would help greatly in achieving other needs. In the short term repeating yesterday's attempted mugging could provide some cash as well as amusement but Alex knew that wasn't risk free. Any encounter could well result in being injured or killed. Also if Alex was to go around stomping on criminal low life sooner or later the police would notice and may take an interest. Ultimately Alex needed to find either a job or some other legal source of income. On the job front Suzan again might be able to help. Glancing again at the clock, Alex was disappointed to note that only fifteen minutes had passed since waking. It was unlikely that breakfast would be available before seven and Alex was already restless. For some reason, Alex decided to do a few stretching exercises to loosen up and help pass the time. Alex moved to the clearest part of the room and began simply by bending down so that flyaway hair brushed the carpet. Alex began working out to a pattern that did not seemed recognisable. As the stretches continued, more fluid stylised motions began to replace the basic initial movements. Soon Alex's entire body was slowly and deliberately pacing through what were martial art exercises. Alex realised that each thrust of fists or swing of a leg was slow and graceful. They were always in perfect control. Never knowing what motion was coming next until it was made, Alex relaxed into the routine. This freed Alex's mind by the patterns that seemed so strange yet familiar. As the exercise continued, Alex began noticing a slight maladjustment to some of the movements. Not quite in perfect balance or seeking to stretch further than somehow previously capable. Unknowingly Alex began adapting the style for a smaller frame with lower centre of gravity and the presence of breasts. After half an hour, Alex's mind was clear to match a body that was relaxed and in perfect balance. All tension from the nightmare had fled and Alex could not recall feeling this content before. A moment of perfect repose as the exercises came to an end with hands crossed in front of 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 walking into the restaurant area. Nick was busily shuttling in trays laden with plates and cups. "Good morning Nick. What's for breakfast?" "Morning Alex. 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 please." 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. Five minutes later he returned with a small pot of coffee and a cup. Alex idly surveyed the other diners while waiting for breakfast to arrive. A couple of young men with Australian accents were obviously tourists visiting the country though Alex 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 getting ready for a meeting or conference but their manner and body language suggested they were more than just friends. Alex had chosen to stick with a professional look this morning comprising a pastel skirt suit and white blouse. Again the sandals adorned tired feet because of the thought of pain wearing heels outweighed the mildly out of place look the sandals gave with her clothing. As breakfast arrived, Alex raised the cutlery to attack the heaped serving. However just as that happened a memory intruded. The same gentle eyed farmer that Alex had seen in those dreams and again in earlier memories called again. This time the memory was clearer and included the fact that he too had served a steaming plate of breakfast. Also was the disconcerting fact that a left wrist was chained to a post. Yet Alex's very odd feelings towards this farmer continued to be positive and trusting yet somehow he'd been involved in some previous capture. 'Could he have released me from the cuffs? Is that why I feel so trusting towards him?' thought Alex. With no easy answers coming to mind, Alex dug into the food and put the matter aside for later consideration. Alex thanked Nick profusely for the great breakfast on leaving the dining room. Smiling he assured that it had been no trouble to serve a lady. Once out of the hotel, Alex turned right heading back towards the underground station. Ready and confident to take the city by the horns and wrestle it into submission, Alex knew now what her goals were and had the beginning of a plan to achieve them. The great and good God have mercy anyone or anything that tried to stop her. *** Captain Campbell was once again on the telephone to the Minister. "Yes Minister the CCTV footage of the station confirms it. She's 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, escape and evasion techniques. I did warn you that taking her would not be easy. We learned late yesterday 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 gets the job done regardless Minister. Rules and laws are not overly regarded in the SAS." "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 bank's 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 the 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 that's our best chance 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 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'm 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" "McKENZIE. McKENZIE GET IN HERE." Shouted the Captain. "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 Mckenzie. McKENZIE" "Sorry sir. I though you'd finished" "What's the name of that lad who 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're 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, Pru