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  “We could chase the media away and claim it was something else?”

  The scientists just stared at him with shock not believing what had heard, and replied, “Alright! It could be a military secret or part of a confidential project!”

  “We’ll allow them here at the moment anyway! There’s nothing that can be identified with anything! It is not customary to classify anything without an order anyway. And if we show the media it someone may recognize it and turn up! While they may never know of it if we don’t!”

  “Correct!” one of the scientists acknowledged.

  Away in the distance Cameron heard a car and a voice and he was sure it was someone from the media driving there. Even though he could not understand how he heard it! He was sure he had never heard someone in a vehicle before!

  Chapter 5

  The Media

  Television and newspaper reporters and cameramen arrived at the site to capture what they had found and Cameron watched on shocked! One of them was one of the people he had overheard in the car driving there and looked as he imagined him!

  They were amazed at the large military presence and could not get to what was there, and then were more startled at the scientists and their keenness and secretiveness!

  At the edge of the crash site they stood confused trying to work out what it was and what had occurred, and Cameron was amazed by how it looked and how incredible it was in bright sunlight now blasting through the trees.

  At the army camp the night before he had become convinced that it had only looked like something in the darkness and dim torchlight. Yet what the hell could crash almost vertically with such force and power?

  Cameron realized after a few smiling glances from reporters that they found his facial appearance amusing, and he wondered why almost everyone saw him at a certain distance gasped and studied his face and appearance. It was like for almost a few seconds they thought he was someone else and someone famous! Someone they considered amusing! One woman reporter even moved in close to him and started questioning him, after being unable to ignore his resemblances, and he coolly ignored it and behaved like a soldier and gave information of the discovery and a detailed account of what had happened when they had found it.

  What confused him more was that she recognized his voice too!

  When the police started carrying out investigations nearby he soon forgot their reactions, and they reported to the increasing media presence their reported accounts of an identified flying object crashing down there, which he had a hard time believing and he realized later that they had meant unidentified aircraft.

  The police investigations also told of the giant killer lion that had been witnessed nearby and they realized that it could exist again and Malone soon joined the police making a more detailed investigation!

  Accounts of what was believed to be an earthquake tremor, an immense explosion, and sounds of what sounded like an airplane crashing down were the most reported! Some were startling and of a giant meteorite impact, and of a bright light shooting down! Sightings of fierce light and smoke from burning in the wood was later told by people nearby and on the main road. Many thought it was some form of social gathering!

  Yet nothing solved what had actually happened, and what had crashed into the wood! Yet the media was sure that something would be found and they had the police carry out a national investigation, and especially to locate any missing planes and anything that had been in the vicinity.

  The mysteries kept accumulating, instead of decreasing, and soon everyone Cameron met never had a clue what was going on!

  What the hell had he been doing? Why had he lost his memory in only certain places? What treasure were they looking for in the well in the trees by the road? Why did the three soldiers he was searching with never tell him anything no matter how far he questioned them? What form of air accident occurred vertically? Had something hit there or been exploded? Why had all the occurrences that had been witnessed not been investigated by any of the witnesses?

  At one point the only thing that added up was they were all up to something and hiding it from them!

  The press at one point seemed to know what was fully happening to their surprise and they were sure something was found that altered things, which they never told, and the story circulated around the globe!

  Chapter 6

  The Horse

  The whole event was a muddled mess, which now seemed to have no conclusion, and Cameron believed he would never get the opportunity to get his memory back, but he kept trying!

  In his army bed he examined everything about him always looking for clues about anything, but found little, and he kept realizing that the three soldiers had been close to him and had put his bed in the middle of theirs, but he could not get them to communicate on anything.

  The killer lion was strange now! Like a mythical creature! After all the accounts of it there was nothing about it that seemed normal! Even the first accounts had confused it, as why were they claiming it was a killer lion? What was a killer lion doing out there? If it had been part of a circus or zoo it should have adapted to there, and why would they have a killer lion? He had not heard anything of killer animals being used! Even though some animal parks insisted in getting new active animals.

  What got him was that they were the most vulnerable as everyone else was indoors and protected! He was even sure that it would go for their tent due to the noise and smell! He even considered that they had deliberately put them there as bait for the thing! They were soldiers and paid to be used in such deadly scenarios!

  Other things bothered him! Was there a treasure? And what was he doing in the pool of mud? He had thought something would have arose to give a suggestion of what was going on! Now it seemed he would never know!

  He recalled his arrival at the army camp and when he got cleaned and washed in the toilet and had seen his face in the mirror and had not recognized himself! Who the hell was he? Was there a form of illness that affected certain parts of his memory?

  He sat at the edge of his bed watching the other three soldiers around him and their habits, and them occasionally examine him, giving occasional whispers to each other, sometimes staggered at his face, and other soldiers stared over for long periods, contemplating things, and carrying out conversations about their home life.

  He groaned in despair and recalled the piece of paper he had found in his jacket pocket at the bottom of the well and he searched deep into his pocket and found where he had shoved it and played around with it against the lining and finally removed it and examined the smudged lines and writing in the bright light for the first time.

  He saw that they were not as smudged as he had originally thought, but he could not make out what it was and shoved it back into his pocket, and he tried to recall and realize what it was.

  He listened to Simpson and Fogler having an argument over racing horses, and which would win, and in the end laughed at it and cracked a silent joke that they were unable to hear, and they eventually asked him what horse he thought was better, with them trying persuade him that their horse was better than the other, and he eventually gave up listening in the end and wondered what the hell would happen in the future.

  Hanks, the third soldier, who was normally silent, sat beside him on his bed, and showed him horses being sold on the internet on a device.

  “What do you think then?”

  “They’re alright! What are you thinking of buying one?”

  “Sure!”

  “What for?”

  “To race!”

  “What! You race horses?”

  “Yes!” he replied smiling. “I was a jockey! I’m still thinking of racing in my spare time!”

  One of the other soldiers entered the tent after leaving minutes earlier and he walked straight up to Cameron and stared straight his face, and moaned, “Malone says he wants to talk to you!”

  “What of?”

  “Just don’t know!”

  The soldier left the
tent after carrying out his order, and Cameron sat wondering what it was about.

  “Look at this one! What a beauty! What do think, Dave?”

  “Can you make good money from a good horse?” he asked, considering if it was an easy way to make money, and Hanks nodded in agreement.

  After examining them, and realizing that they were basically all the same, he wondered how Hanks could tell a good horse and in the end he chose what looked the fittest horse.

  He was surprised Hanks instantly agreed, and thought it was a winner, and was so sure he offered Fogler and Simpson a wager on it, and they instantly came to a halt with their argument and marched over and started examining the horses and eventually broke into another argument.

  Hanks eventually got bored listening, and showed Cameron the horse again.

  “Want in?”

  “Where’ll you keep it?”

  “I’ve place at our farm! We’d split the money!”

  On his reply the other two came to a complete stop and started shifting over to him, and they all started debating the horse and what they could make.

  Cameron acknowledged that he would go along with the deal, even though he was not entirely sure!

  He wondered if the treasure was a fantasy scheme that one of them had come up with, and that they were the ones who had come up with searching there and not him, and that they had been so secretive with him to get him to go along with it! But he could not see why as all they were doing was wasting time there, and as soon as the military was sure the lion was not around anymore they would have to move away.

  The problem he would eventually have to face was he did not know where he lived or anything. So when the soldiers were on leave where the hell did he go! He would be there the rest of his life wondering if he was being waited on by someone to arrive back! Hanks had a farm and he realized why he never minded the rural region! And he was sure that he had been living indoors somewhere! But where? Where?

  Yet the military had to have information on him, and he wondered if he was married or something! Yet what if he never remembered the woman like he had with the three soldiers?

  The soldier that had informed him that Malone wanted to see him later entered and walked right up to Cameron and stared straight his face, and moaned, “Malone wants to see you in his tent right now!”

  Cameron realized he had to do something and grabbed a bottle of whisky from beside his bed and downed as much as he could, and gasped, and he shifted out the tent!

  Chapter 7

  The Well

  When Cameron arrived at Malone’s tent he was told to enter and Lieutenant Waring jumped onto his feet and downed the last of his rum and rushed towards the entrance, examining Cameron’s face from the side of his eyes gasping, and stopped himself asking him something and rushed out the entrance.

  “Sit down!” Malone ordered, clearly annoyed about something, which Cameron could not grasp.

  He was sitting trying to contemplate some thought when the phone rang and he instantly grabbed at it and listened without hearing anything, and when someone spoke he launched into an argument with someone over not doing what he wanted and started thumping his desk with his fist, and shouted and hung up, and banged the phone down.

  “Cameron!” he eventually forced himself to whisper. “What are you doing?”

  He stared deep into his eyes, trying to penetrate into his mind, and saw his face and looked away, while trying to contemplate some thought.

  “Nothing as far as I know!” he moaned, not knowing what to think or do, or what he meant.

  “There has been a complaint about you already!” he announced loudly, seeing if he would react.

  “About what?” he gasped, wondering who complained about soldiers and wondered what they would complain about.

  “That’s it Cameron! People don’t like you! They complain everywhere and you just keep ignoring it! Don’t you?”

  Cameron realized that there were people complaining about him everywhere and did not like it, and he wondered what they were complaining of and why they never liked him. Then he realized that Malone must have people complaining all the time with them being there, and he wondered what he was up to!

  “You’re a born villain! You’re a menace to civilization! The people of this country could do without you!”

  “Yeah! So why do most of the men get annoyed at you? Not me! At least I’ve not annoyed any soldiers ...!”

  “You’ve not annoyed ...!” he stared deep into his eyes again, and looked away.

  “Did you go to the golf club up at the moor?” Malone curiously asked, calming himself.

  “Yes!” he joked, annoyed, and even more annoyed at their persistence in not telling him anything. “There were hundreds of people drunk all over the place, lying in bushes, and vomiting on the greens, and throwing beer cans! The whole place was totally covered with people drinking and making it with woman, and there were wild orgies everywhere!”

  “Great! Remind me to visit there! What else was there? Was there any physical action?”

  “Physical action! Yeah! There was this woman on the local golf course who hit her ball and it shot sideways and went into a foursome of men, putting at a green, and the ball hit one of the men in the crotch!”

  “That sounds fun! What next?”

  “She realized it was her new boss!”

  “New boss! And what happened?”

  “She rushed over to him and told him she was also a physical therapist and that she knew how to relieve the pain! So she gently took his hands away and loosened his pants and pulled them down to his knees and started massaging his sexual organs in the middle of the golf course!”

  “Good god!” Malone gasped. “What will they think of next?”

  “She continued on going, even in the middle of the green, with all the crowds and them watching, with reporters and cameras!”

  “So what!” Malone shouted, furiously.

  “He told her that the golf ball had hit his little finger, at his pocket, and that he had only put my hands between my legs to quench the pain!”

  “Great! But what the hell has that to do with what I’m talking about ...!”

  “Nothing!”

  “Cameron pull yourself together! This country needs you to do your job! Not to hang about perverted golf clubs!”

  “Why did you want to know if I was there for?”

  “I was checking if you played golf! As I thought you may want to play with me and some of the lads here!”

  “Thank you! I was there! I’ll think about it!”

  “Wrong! The game’s cancelled! I was checking if you were there! There was a complaint about you! Someone said that they saw you at the golf course, and walking from there!”

  “There’s not!”

  “There is!”

  “Where?”

  “Apparently Cameron ... Everywhere!”

  “That’s where you’re wrong! I’ve not been everywhere!”

  “Yet! You don’t actually have to go everywhere! It can be done with the media!”

  “I’ve been in the media? When?”

  Malone bent over holding his head in his hands, and rested his head on the table, while moaning, and swiftly straightened, while Cameron realized he had heard something about him in the media.

  “The whole country seems to know of you ...” Malone announced, and stopped himself.

  “I can assure you that nothing really happened! That golf club has some strange people hanging around ...”

  “We’re not talking about that! So you have lost your memory! Well, this time I have you! A complaint was made to the police about you!”

  “While visiting the golf club?” he replied, astonished and confused. “Alright! I know I’m not a member ...”

  “It’s nothing to do with your blasted golf club!” he screamed.

  “Well then it is about time you told me!”

  “I will! I’m coming to it!”

  Cameron gasped, wonder
ing if he could go to prison for the crime! Yet why did he not recall anything? If he had done something surely he would have noticed it? What was he talking about? Was it something he had done before he had been found in the pool of mud in the field? Was he actually a wanted criminal, and had the people of the media, in the wood, or on the golf course recognized him!

  He could not have! He was sure he was not like that, and he could tell by all the people who knew him that he had not been!

  How would he handle the police without a memory? They would think he was covering something or was insane!

  Malone took his official pose and sat upright studying him, as though a judge about to sentence him for a serious crime, which he would regret for the rest of his life, and he wondered what he was up to when he never and just sat staring at his face with deep emotions of something!

  Cameron wondered what the outcome of it all could be!

  “You remember what you did after you left the golf course road, I presume?” Malone casually spoke.

  “Yes! I kept walking and ...”

  “Right! Where did you go next?

  Cameron stared blankly and shrugged.

  “You went to a small roadside wood! Didn’t you?”

  Cameron just pleaded guilty and wondered what he was being accused of!

  “You were seen climbing down a well in the middle of the wood on Floors Road! You had no right to be there and the farmer complained of you digging a giant well on his property!”

  “What! I’m to be charged for digging a well there?”

  “No! I’m to warn you not to do it again, and tell you to go over there and cover it over! Someone’s dog could’ve fallen into it!”

  Cameron realized someone must have left the cover and covering to hide it off and realized he saw it being covered over!

  Chapter 8

  The Agreement