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  It was incredible and they had only been caught as Dory had opened the door to wave at someone outside that she knew, where the press and television news people were, outside the door of 10 Downing Street.

  The story was exaggerated as they were not arrested and had only been kicked out of Downing Street and they clearly thought that they had been put there by people from one of the newspapers, and he had been sure some people had thought that they were up to something else in the building.

  “Do you take anything other than the drink?” he finally asked.

  Cameron nodded, and replied, “No!”

  “There’s a bottle of whisky and glasses over there if you feel better with it!” and answered, and pointed over at the top of a drink cabinet, where the whisky was shining in bright rays of golden sunshine and the glasses were sparkling, and Cameron rushed over and poured himself a drink and rushed back to his seat and started drinking it.

  “There you’re happy now! That might help you!”

  “Yes!” he replied, finishing the rest of the drink off, by pouring swiftly down his throat.

  “Have another drink if you want?” he replied, seeing Cameron sip the last drop out the glass.

  He watched Cameron leap onto his feet but tripped over the edge of a small carpet and landed head first into his wall and fell over sideways into the cabinet, smashing all the objects on it up into the air and over the floor, and he immediately started collecting the objects off the floor and standing objects back up in their original positions, and finally looked over at the aged psychiatrist staring at him insanely.

  “Sit down!” he grumbled.

  He calmly studied Cameron’s face, and gasped.

  “Well, at least you managed to recall the positions of all the items over there I see!”

  “Are you fit enough?”

  “Alright!”

  The psychiatrist started writing notes and instantly ignored him and Cameron sat and rested, still exhausted from the night before, trying to work out if it was the drink, hangover, lack of sleep, physical exhaustion, or a combination of some or all of them.

  This had to be his lucky break – and he realized that he had actually talked Sergeant Malone into arranging this whole trip to London and the appointment with the psychiatrist, and that his stay there now had been extended until further notice, and he realized that he now had a way to meet the Prime Minister when he returned by getting into Downing Street again, and that it could solve his problems and allow him to explore and meet the Prime Minister and discover if he was the Prime Minister’s twin brother, which the taxi driver had convinced him he was, which he had not been able to confirm or disprove!

  “Now tell me if you have recalled anything new from when you first lost your memory and what occurred afterwards!” the psychiatrist asked firmly.

  Cameron sat firmly and nearly groaned out loud, and he realized how many times he had actually thought of the incident, and that he had lost faith in doing it, and realized that he could have damaged his memory permanently with playing around with it! Yet if anyone could solve his loss of memory and could have a way to do it then he was sure he was at the right place, and that there had to be many other cases, and he would at least get if there was an answer to it and perhaps accept the truth.

  The psychiatrist asked many questions and Cameron continued telling him everything he could, and still avoided telling him of the army being there to investigate a suspected alien landing/crash, but he did give him the strange dream and told him he thought he was a werewolf and he was sure that the incident somehow explained something!

  Once again he realized that he should just ignore it all and let the psychiatrist and time solve the mess for him, and he should stop wasting his time, but he still wanted to find out what he had been like, what people he had known, and what life he had been living up to the incident. Why had they found the well at the location the treasure was supposed to be and why had the information he had given the three soldiers about it been enough to convince them that there was something there? Which surely was evidence enough!

  The psychiatrist examined him physically trying to find anything that had missed and was surprised that he had new bruises in weird places and that they were from him climbing around in a sewage pipe, and he kept questioning him on his living style and things he did, and he wrote stuff down.

  Then he asked, “Why were you running in a sewage pipe?”

  “My body kept on running and I couldn’t stop it!” he confessed, determined to get an answer. “I ended up there!”

  He listened, surprised and confused, and asked, “Is there anything else?”

  “The speed I ran was incredible and beyond anything I’ve seen been run!”

  “Even on television?”

  “Yes!”

  “What world records too?”

  “I’ll show you! Follow me outside!”

  Cameron took his psychiatrist through his waiting room and down the stairs, avoiding doing his clumsy trip, and he took him outside, where the road was nearly empty.

  The psychiatrist looked at him crazily, wondering what he was talking about, and went, “What’d you say you were going to do?”

  “I’m going to demonstrate what I said existed!”

  “I do not know what you actually meant!”

  Cameron just wanted him to see it and give him his thoughts about it, and he shot across the road as fast as he could towards a high building, and confirmed his incredible speed to the psychiatrist, and his body started climbing up the building like an insect, at an incredible speed, leaping up walls he had never even seen being climbed before, and in less than a minute he was standing at the top of the building waving at his psychiatrist!

  The psychiatrist stood dazed at it, at the other side of the road, and he rushed back down at a far greater speed, and ran across the road to him, where he stood with his mouth open!

  “Is that your car there?” he spoke, pointing to it, near them.

  The psychiatrist nodded in agreement.

  “If you’ll get in it and drive to the end of this road, and check how fast I run, I’ll concluded my demonstration ...”

  The psychiatrist nodded in agreement and went over to his car and started it and waved and accelerated away along the road.

  Cameron swiftly shot away and raced after it until he was running at the same speed as it and the psychiatrist started speeding up and he matched the speed, going at a hundred mph, and he slowly stopped the car and let Cameron in and drove back to the building, with his mouth still wide open, clearly still trying to grasp what he had missed!

  Chapter 17

  The New Cellar

  Hazy echoes from Cameron’s heavy breathing broke the silence in the cellar, and Dory tried to suppress giggling, and he examined the walls around him as if they had shifted, and he wondered if the air was stale and making it harder to breathe and he gasped for more air.

  “What do you expect to find in a cellar below 10 Downing Street?” she finally moaned, watching him with all his tools he had bought.

  He swiftly removed his backpack and removed a new metal detector that he had bought to replace the old one as it was far more powerful, and she smiled at it, and he started using it to examine objects, including the safe where the treasure map had been, which might have things hidden in them and he was surprised that it detected something astounding at the area under the floor again, which was why he had returned there, and he believed it was the exact place he should look, and he expected to find something!

  He continued using his pick to smash away the concrete, and considered using a powerful workman drill, but he ignored it as it made far too much noise and going by the above corridors and rooms below Downing Street he was sure that lots of people worked there and he did not want them to get the discovery.

  He tried knocking small bits of concrete away with a hammer and chisel, and soon started smashing the concrete floor away, and was surprised when it started crumbling a
way.

  “That’ll take a long time to do?” she moaned, and looked up the stairs to the above cellar, seeing if there was anything new there and she left him and started examining objects on the floor.

  She examined the equipment he had brought, and considered the time and cost of the project, and started clearing away the debris he threw up and cleaned away objects around the area.

  From the edge she shifted the powerful lights he had brought, and stared at him comparing him and what he had been like, and eventually laughed.

  Dreamily he observed her as he thudded away with the pick, picking away chunks of the floor, creating a large hole the size of the above cellar entrance.

  For a second he examined the concrete he was chipping away and picked up a chunk and examined it in detail trying to see why it as actually different, and why it crumbled more, which he had thought had been damaged with dampness and had less cement in it, but it was as though it was a different form of it, and he threw it away and continued.

  From somewhere in the above building he thought he heard a noise and wondered what was happening there.

  Cameron was amazed when the pick smashed through into somewhere below and a large chunk of concrete went crash down into somewhere below, and left a hole going into somewhere, and he put his face up close and looked below trying to alter his eyesight to the dark, but only saw darkness.

  He left there and went to get a light, while Dory quickly moved over and stuck her head in close to the hole and moved back.

  He climbed back in and shone the torch down, and watched it illuminate an area below, and he tried to see below but never saw anything, and only directly below him, and he removed some debris from about him and moved out of the cavity, and Dory started examining it.

  “What do reckon is there?” she asked.

  “I reckon it’s another cellar like this one!”

  “But why is it there?”

  “I don’t know yet!” he replied, sincerely.

  “Why did they need another cellar and bury the entrance?”

  “Perhaps it’s not buried away and there’s an entrance somewhere else in the building, and its attached to somewhere!”

  She laughed out loud, considering what he had said, and replied, “But what if it is still in use by them?”

  Cameron shrugged and removed a can of beer and relaxed.

  “What if they heard the noise and investigate it?” she asked.

  “We can say that we’re explorers and adventurers, and looking for places to take adventurers and tourists in London, and were exploring the ancient sewage system and came across an ancient underground structure. Buried away since the war under rubble, and we were exploring artifacts in it to possibly give to a museum, and with the metal detector detected the metal in the underground chamber and started trying to dig it up.”

  Chapter 18

  The Chamber

  Cameron looked over the edge of the large hole going into the cellar below and sat down at its edge with his legs dangling into it, and took the rope from Dory and lowered it into the darkness below, and wondered why the bottom was so low down, as its above cellars were far smaller.

  He shone his light about trying to see something. It was his first proper look, through the enlarged hole, and all he saw was what looked like a large metal object, which he tried to grasp over and over but he could not identify it, and looked back at Dory and started lowering himself.

  The wait had turned the search more intense, as they had to leave and get a rope and had to make the hole far larger, and he started wondering what the outcome would be and if it was just another disappointment.

  In an instant the rope jerked and wildly oscillated and he spun uncontrollably around and a surge of blackness engulfed him, and he wondered what the hell he was entering, and again considered the well and where the treasure could be buried away in it and wondered if they had underestimated the amount of mud that had piled up at the bottom of the well and if it had been far deeper, and then he remembered the metal detector and wondered why they had not tried using it there. Surely there was something that could search far below for them! There had to be metal there! Then he realized that it could have been the reason that they never used it, as they thought there was no metal there.

  It mystified him! He thought of ancient devil and black magic worshippers concealing something below, beyond their comprehension, hidden away from mankind!

  He tried straining his eyes to see further down but there were no features of anything new.

  When he hit the ground he never fully realized what he was in, and also almost fell over sideways into rocks.

  He pulled himself upright with the help of the rope and released the rope’s tightened grip around his body, and shivered at the coldness there.

  He cleaned away dirt and casually gave looks around him at the debris, and wondered what the outcome of it would be, and he realized that Dory was now staring down from above, and waved when he looked directly.

  There was only one object in the chamber and he was surprised at the actual size of it, and he walked over to it examining it, still considering it could be just something like a generator, and considered what they would have used it for and realized the chamber had to be part of what the workmen had started building the building with, and realized it must be an old damaged and discarded generator.

  He touched its black material as he started examining it and was staggered to feel a form of extraordinary energy pulsating through it, which he sensed had more magnitude than he had ever encountered before, and he wondered what the hell it was doing, and wondered if it belonged to the government or military, and shined his torch over it and marched around it, and slowly revealed its perfectly symmetrical black sphere central region.

  Chapter 19

  The Intelligence Agent

  “What do you think that thing under Downing Street is?” Dory immediately asked Cameron, concerned, glaring, as he entered through her front door. “You are the only one to have seen it!”

  “I think it’s powerful whatever it is!” Cameron replied, as he jumped into one of her seats, and put his legs up on the arm of the seat. “There’s energy blasting through it!”

  She gasped and budged, and slowly studied his face over again, and she studied his clothing.

  “What is your job exactly?” he asked, after noticing the way she acted was far different, as if she had another career, which she had not mentioned.

  “I’m an intelligence agent!” she confessed.

  Cameron gasped, and then realized that it was connected to his career, with the military, and replied, “Were you a soldier like me before you became an agent?”

  “I was in the military!”

  He thought about it and thought of questioning her about it and what she was really up to, instead of leaving him wondering what the hell was happening and what the future would be.

  She offered him a cigarette, and he nodded that he never, and he detected that she wanted to say stuff about things, and asked, “Have you any beer left?”

  “No! There is some whisky over there!” she replied firmly, and he rushed over and poured her and him large glasses of it.

  Cameron sat down and drank it fast and relaxed and waited for what she had to say.

  Someone rang on the phone and she just ignored it to his surprise and wondered who the caller was.

  She glanced over and gasped, and examined him looking straight over at her, as if she saw something she did not fully want to see and could not quite grasp and studied him.

  He wondered what she was up to and why she had been hiding being an intelligence agent.

  “I want to ask you some questions!”

  Cameron sat straight up and copied one of the soldiers he had once seen and he waited.

  “Why did you join the army, Dave?” she asked, studying him with great confusion and annoyance, while sipping from her glass, and he realized that she never fully liked straight whisky.


  “I can’t remember!”

  “You can’t remember why you went in the army!” she gasped, blowing out some of the whisky in her mouth, in a spray, covering her dress, and she laughed.

  When Cameron offered to clean it, she replied, “I’ll just leave it there for the moment!”

  “It was probably the reason many people join up for and to visit places one normally never sees!”

  “Really?” she asked, determinedly, trying to do something that he could not quite grasp.

  “I have no recollection of anything before I found myself in a pool in a field! So I can’t fully confirm that answer!”

  Suddenly it struck him that she was trying to suggest something and he realized he could have done something that he could not have found out about! Then he gasped as he realized his mind was blank in places and he had no real memories of anything of his original self before joining the army!

  “Do you think the army did something to me?” he gasped, recalling waking up in the pool of mud in the field, wondering if she had heard of something as an intelligence agent, as they were connected to the military.

  He thought of all the things he had heard being used by the military on prisoners and if someone could have done something by accident, and just dumped him in the pool in the field.

  She made strange faces, as though in slight pain, and bent over and sat deeper into her seat, and her shoulders bent as she relaxed, and she remained thinking for a few minutes.

  “There are many reasons people can lose their memories!” she replied firmly, no longer looking at him, and Cameron was left confused and he realized his goal was still to find out who the hell he was as far as he could!

  “I’ve another question!” she quickly asked.

  “What?”

  “What the hell did the army originally say it was doing where you were? Surely the military doesn’t need anyone there?”

  “We were searching for a killer lion!” he replied, smiling, now amused at it.