Dave Cameron and the Extraterrestrial (13 page)

The
psychiatrist started to look through his appointment book!

“
I’m
Cameron!”

“
Dave
Cameron!” he gasped, reading the appointment.

He studied his
face over and over with confusion, and continued, “You’re the
soldier sent by the army ...?”

“
Yes!”

“
You’re
suffering memory loss?”

“
Yes!”

The
psychiatrist started writing notes and instantly ignored him and
Cameron grew impatient at the treatment.

This had to be
his lucky break – and he realized that he had actually talked
Sergeant Malone into arranging the trip to London and appointment
with the psychiatrist – and it should solve his mental problem 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
prove wrong! He looked the same as Prime Minister David Cameron,
and the other soldiers at the army base thought he had something
about him that was the similar!

“
Now tell
me when you first lost your memory and what occurred afterwards!”
the psychiatrist spoke firmly, after adjusting his seat in front of
him, eager to get to the bottom of the mysteries about
him!

Cameron sat
firmly in his seat and realized that if anyone could solve his loss
of memory it might be him, as there had to be many other cases like
it, and he would at least get if there was an answer to it, and
perhaps he could help him accept the facts.

“
Ever
since I found myself in a pool of mud in a farm field I’ve lost my
memory of my identity and have been trying to get it back, and I do
not know how I got there and can barely recall anything I did
before then! I sometimes have the memories of two
people!”

“
Did you
get any damage to your head from the fall in the pool, and have you
been taking anything that might have influenced it?”

“
I
strangely had no damage to my head or body and as far as I know I
never took anything!”

The
psychiatrist asked many questions and Cameron continued telling him
everything he knew, accept he avoided telling him of the army being
there to investigate a suspected alien landing/crash, even though
his dream the night before had been so vivid that he had been sure
that the incident had somehow influenced him, and he was now sure
it might be a mental problem!

Why would the
British army and US military and NASA insist there was an alien,
and investigate the crash site they found?

Now he mainly
did not know what to believe, and at times definitely believed it
and at other times never, as the others surely did, and he left it
until any proper discovery and facts arose.

The treasure
hunt and map, and the well they were exploring for it, had left him
confused and he wondered why he and the three soldiers at the army
camp had been looking for it! Yet they had found the well at the
location the treasure was supposed to be, and the information he
had given the three soldiers about it had been enough to convince
them that there was something there, which he was somehow sure was
evidence enough.

The army
setting up a campsite base there to search for an alien landing was
confusing, and he could not even believe the British army would
believe an alien existed, and why was there treasure located at
virtually the same site as the crash – whatever crashed down in the
wood – which could be an advanced secret weapon!

The
psychiatrist finished off, before he allowed him to go, by giving
him advice and another appointment, and told him he would do
everything he could to have his medical problem solved and that he
would arrange an appointment for him at a hospital, to have his
brain examined, but Cameron saw he was still baffled over several
unexplained aspects!

Chapter 3

The
Arrest

Cameron sat at
a table in a bar near a front window and watched the sun go down
into the horizon, and the busy street turn dark, and he got drunk
and sat sulking and running through thoughts and what he knew
trying to find even a vague suggestion of a way to approach the
Prime Minister, but he just could not think of anything, and he did
not know what to say or do to talk to him.

Yet if he was
his twin surely he would start to talk to him, and he would know if
he was his twin, but how could he explain he had no memory of him,
and if he never recalled anything about him and their relationship
he would think he was not his twin and just someone looking like
him! He was stumped again!

He suddenly had
an idea and wondered if there was anyone in the bar that knew him
and if he could question them! He was desperate to investigate ways
of getting his true identity!

At the side of
his sight he spotted two men watching him outside from over at the
side of the street! Their official detective suits and looks
grasped his attention, and when he looked at them they looked away,
and then seemed to watch him from the sides of their eyes.

After a long
time he watched them hide away further along the street, and was
considering where to go next when he spotted a group of policemen
march along the road in the opposite direction and was surprised
when they entered and went to the bar where they questioned the
barman about something and Cameron was astonished that one turned
and looked directly at him and when he looked away the others all
started looking at him with surprised looks, examining his
features.

Cameron gasped
and decided he had to do something, knowing if they did intend to
confront him they would get him if he left so he decided to go to
the bar toilet, when they were preoccupied.

As he entered
the toilet they all watched him and he sensed they intended to do
something and he realized that he could have been a wanted man,
before he had lost his memory.

Once in a
toilet cubicle he sat and listened, and just when he thought they
would not bother him he heard the door open and two of them enter
and march along the cubicles until they were behind his door, and
one called out, “We want to talk to you!”

At first he
panicked and then he wondered what kind of people confronted people
there, and why had they not just waited, and he grew furious at
their violation of his rights, and finally shouted at them, “What?
What idiot wants a conversation with someone in a toilet
cubicle?”

“
What?”
the policeman shouted back, annoyed. “You get out here
now!”

“
Your
violating my rights and I’m going to report you and have you fired
for it!”

The two
policemen gasped and started whispering, out of the range of his
hearing, and eventually seemed to agree over something, and he
gasped and expected the door to come crashing in on him and started
getting ready.

“
When you
finish off in there! We’ll be outside!”

Once they had
left he jumped up and looked over the top of the cubicle and
checked and listened to their faint voices outside, as they
waited.

For a moment he
wondered what the hell they were talking about, and why they were
there, and gasped and he realized that he had made a mistake in
coming to London, and that he might not be able to achieve his
mission, and he jumped up on the back of the toilet and tapped the
glass window testing its thickness, reassuring himself, and
realized if he broke the window the noise would be tremendous!

Just as he was
standing contemplating it he heard a cough and turned and saw the
policeman standing staring at him, with a half smirk, and he
finally remembered that he had not locked the door, and the
policeman swiftly grasped him by the waist and lifted him down and
threw him across the floor.

He slumped over
and rolled over the floor, and he realized the police were clearly
all local, and had been visiting there for some time, and he sat
near to him.

They tried to
get him up and to the door, with him collapsing all over the place,
and they got annoyed and started wrestling with him and they both
lifted him up and he started trying to stop them and grabbed the
doorway as they tried pulling him through and they started pulling
his hands away, and he had them pull him across the floor by the
legs, to show people in the bar their treatment of him, and he
clutched a wall furiously to stop them, and they grew annoyed and
his behavior and tried to pull away his hand and gripped and pulled
at it and him and he refused to let go.

They gripped
his legs and dragged at him and were surprised that they could not
get him to budge, while looking about making sure that nobody
interrupted them, but he kept gripping and they furiously tugging
at him, and he spotted the other policemen discussing whether they
should help and he watched locals leaving and realized he had to
escape no matter what.

The policemen
tugging at him stopped and started talking to the other police and
he felt their grip on him loosen and he swiftly pulled their hands
away from him and ran into the toilet with unbelievable power,
where he saw them turning and starting to chase him, and he rushed
into the cubicle and jumped straight through the window, protecting
his face with his hands, and he went crashing down outside, into an
empty lane, and ran away as fast as he could and was amazed his
speed increased faster than he had ever seen anyone run, and, just
as the outside of the pub vanished into the distance, he saw one of
the policemen push glass away from the window for him to look
out!

Chapter 4

The
Gunmen

Out of a silent empty dark lane a
high-powered rifle blasted out as Cameron stopped to rest and see
where he was going, and he saw where it had smashed a chuck of
stone out a nearby wall with astonishment, reacting to its
magnitude, especially in the silent empty region!

It was so powerful it made him freeze and
prepare to collapse and die from another shot, and when it never
came he shifted away to an area out of the firing line, and he
started wondering how deadly the police were there!

When nothing happened he rushed up a wall in
seconds and darted through a garden and went away along another
lane.

Whoever was after him was crazy and out for
the kill and he realized how stupid and deadly it had become, and
how stupid he had been putting himself in such a dilemma, and he
rushed away with fury!

He could not realize who was there and just
accepted that they were trying to kill him, and as he rushed away
he suddenly realized he recognized a lane he was on and he recalled
things on it before he came to them, and tried to think of anywhere
there he could hide away!

For some reason he realized that there was
something there that he should know about that was important and he
had been there before for and he attempted to grasp it but could
not and he could understand why, and searched for the name of the
lane and got the name of a road it was joined to, and he ran away
as fast as he could, ready to hide if anyone appeared.

Cameron spotted a phone box and hid in a dark
garden behind a hut and searched through his pockets for the change
for the call and found it and searched through all the things he
had collected for any taxi adverts and grew annoyed when he never
found anything, and started feeling the lining of his jacket, sure
he had once put something there in the jacket before he had lost
his memory, and searched for anything, and desperately removed the
jacket and ripped the lining open and searched through it and was
surprised there was a card taped against the side of the jacket and
hidden away where it could not be found.

He read it disappointedly as it was not a
taxi and just a strange woman’s business card, which he could not
get as he could not fully understand the writing, and was sure the
woman was foreign, and he shoved it back, put his jacket on, and
rushed over to the phone box and looked inside and spotted a
taxicab card and gasped and grabbed it and searched everywhere for
anything, and vehicles accelerating fast, and he removed change and
phoned a taxi and rushed away a hid, and waited.

Chapter 5

The
Phone Call

The problem now was he had to try and find
out how to accomplish his mission and he decided that they could
have traced him to his hotel room, but he needed his stuff in the
room, and he decided to enter the hotel late at the night.

So late at night he arrived there in a taxi
heavily disguised and he sneaked in and rushed up the stairs to his
room, and stood outside the room listening behind the door,
examining everything for the signs of anyone having been there, and
even tried examining the carpet for anything.

He considered as far as logic was concerned
there was nothing to kill him for! But why had someone shot at
him?

He crept in the door examining everything in
the dimness and saw there was nobody there and quickly shut the
door behind him, and started collecting all his things and packing
them away, examining them for being checked by anyone, and as far
as he was concerned they had not traced him there.

He swiftly left the room and hotel and went
to his new hotel, which was out the way of the police and anyone
there.

Over and over he considered all the people
who were capable of shooting at him and realized that it had to be
the police! Its coldness made him cringe, and his blood swiftly
rushed through him, and he considered sending a complaint
somewhere!