Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 12

Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 12.

Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack.

The train slowed as it entered London Victoria station. The journey had been pretty uneventful and I'd even managed to get half an hour's sleep. I'd woken up with a stiff neck from sleeping in a funny position, but at least we'd arrived without incident.

Arriving by train was the most vulnerable part of our journey. If the police had figured out that we'd fled to Brighton in a stolen car and then got on the train back to London, they'd be waiting for us at the end of the line. Our escape options would be limited so I was now feeling nervous as we pulled up to the platform.

Sasha was wide awake and we were both scanning the station for signs of an ambush. If the police had anything about them, we wouldn't see it coming. There were several transport police officers hanging around, but they appeared unaware and were just going about their business as though it was just another day.

I pulled my scarf back up to hide my face. My cap and glasses would do the rest of the work and hopefully prevent us from being pinged on the facial recognition cameras.

I threw my bag over my shoulder which was now a lot lighter after I'd eaten and drank the contents. I was fuelled, rested and ready to go.

Scccrrrreeeeecccchhhhh.

The train's brakes brought us to a gentle halt and all of the carriage occupants got up as one group. They all had places to be, but I hung back to wait for Sasha to pass me.

We had barely looked at each other since we'd gotten on to the train as we didn't want to arouse suspicion. We'd made it look like we were traveling separately and I wasn't about to blow our cover now that we'd arrived.

I got a waft of her coconut shampoo as she brushed past me with her beanie hat covering her hair and her scarf and glasses covering her face. Her scent reminded me of the brief intimate time we'd spent together, pleasuring one another like a couple of horny teenagers. Our lesbian fuck-fest seemed like a lifetime ago as I dropped in behind her and we stepped off the train.

I felt as though the world was watching us on the many cameras positioned around the place. The UK was the most watched country on earth which was what helped to keep it so safe.

I wondered if Lexa was tapped into the live feed, watching my every move like some sort of voyeur. I then realised that it was unlikely as she'd have no idea that I'd gone to Brighton and then on to London in search of my target. I knew that she'd be hacking into the security service's intel in search of my whereabouts, but until the police found me, she wouldn't have a clue where I was.

I wanted to get word to her that I was safe more than anything, but it was too risky at this stage.

Sasha headed for the London Underground, walking with purpose as though she'd done it a thousand times. Maybe she had, back when she was working for Charles.

She stopped at the ticket office and bought a tube ticket for the Circle line. I was two people behind her in the queue and bought the same. We were now running low on cash, but we were within striking distance of the financial district.

Sasha had told me that the Hamilton Group's head office was at one of the most iconic buildings in London. It was affectionately known as The Gherkin due to its tall rounded structure. I'd always thought that it looked more like a Faberge egg rather than a gherkin, but it still dominated the skyline. It was located at thirty St Mary Axe and it showed me just how rich Charles Hamilton was.

The Hamilton Group didn't just work at The Gherkin, they owned it. The building was worth over three-hundred-million pounds and although a lot of the floors were rented out to other financial companies, the Hamilton group took up most of the floor space.

Sasha kept going and headed down the escalator in search of the correct platform. In Bronzefield, Arrow had planned our route down to the last detail. We knew where to catch the tube, which stop to get off at and the walking directions from Monument station to The Gherkin.

I was completely aware of how exposed we were to surveillance cameras and I expected to be jumped at any moment. Staying focussed with my head up was a challenge when all I wanted to do was look at the floor to hide myself from view.

After a short wait with a crowd of tourists, we boarded the tube. The train was already busy and we had to pack ourselves in, grabbing a hand rail above our heads to steady ourselves. I was next to Sasha and we were so close that I could feel her body heat against me. It felt nice to have some physical connection again, but I could sense that she was nervous.

Having not seen her incestuous father for over two years made her next move rather challenging. Coming back from the dead wasn't easy, especially if the person you were trying to convince was like the invisible man.

Charles Hamilton was classed as middle-management for the secretive organisation known as The Generals. They were self-appointed people, controlling the country from the shadows. Most of my work had involved bringing their members to justice one by one, but this guy was a big fish. We'd had a hard time finding him and this was our last hope of taking him out.

I wondered what Sasha was going to say to her father when they met. She would have a lot of explaining to do and a hell of a mess to clean up. There was no doubt in my mind that he'd welcome her back with open arms when he saw her, hoping that she'd be ready to open her legs in return.

The thought of the two of them together made my clit twitch and I hoped that I'd somehow be involved just like Sasha had suggested.

The tube trundled on below the city of London, stopping at several stations before we got to ours. We passed through Westminster, Temple and Blackfriars before finally reaching Monument station. It was hard to believe that less than two hours ago we were in Brighton and now here we were, only ten minutes' walk from Hamilton's head office.

Once again there were transport police on the platform as we disembarked the train. They looked switched on, but they didn't appear to be looking for two escaped prisoners. The police were mainly there as a deterrent and didn't give us a second glance.

Sasha headed away from the platform and up the steps which led to the street above. I kept ten metres behind her, not wanting to lose sight of her now that we were so close.

It was cold and wet outside and the sky was grey. It was just another miserable winter's day in the city, but I felt excited about meeting this guy after so long. My stomach was doing nervous flips and my heart rate had increased to heighten my senses to prepare me for the next step.

Once we were clear of the station, I closed up on Sasha and kept in step with her a couple of paces behind. Shops, bars and cafes lined the street and they looked quite busy for a Sunday. I guessed that most people were trying to keep warm and dry now that it had started raining.

Sasha slowed as the buildings around us got taller and more expensive. The closer we got to The Gherkin, the more opulent the area became. Huge skyscrapers towered above us in a mass of steel and mirrored glass.

"We're almost there," said Sasha, slowing down until I was walking alongside her. "It looks like we've made it in one piece."

"Let's not tempt fate," I replied. "We'll only be safe once we're under the protection of your father."

We rounded the last corner and stood at the foot of The Gherkin. It really was a spectacular building. The striped mirrored glass spiralled upwards to the top of the egg, sparkling like a giant jewel. We both took our glasses off to get a clearer view.

"Let's see if daddy's home," I joked. "Does he usually work on a Sunday?"

"He works every day," she replied. "Or at least he used to. He lived for work, but that doesn't mean he'll be at the office. He has many places all over the world, but I'm sure someone here will know where to find him."

Sasha walked through the V-shaped structural entrance and into the main foyer. I checked all around us and then followed her in. It felt instantly warmer once we entered the building and headed for the large reception desk. It looked like a giant doughnut with six pretty young women sitting in the centre.

"May I help you?" said a blue-eyed blonde.

"Yes, we're here to see Charles Hamilton," said Sasha as though she owned the place.

I guessed on paper, she probably did.

"I'm afraid Mr Hamilton is unavailable," she said politely, but over emphasising the word 'Mr'.

"I think he'll make an exception for me," Sasha smiled. "Tell him it's his daughter, Sasha."

The woman stared at us both in turn as she mulled things over. Maybe she knew about Sasha being dead and thought that we were a couple of scammers trying our luck. This man certainly didn't see people without an appointment and I was sure the receptionist had heard all sorts of excuses as to why they needed to see him. Saying that you were his dead daughter must have been a new one for her.

"I'll see if he's available," she said.

"Thank you."

I couldn't believe that the receptionist was even entertaining us. She pressed a button on her computer screen and then spoke into the microphone on the headset she was wearing.

"Hello, Maurice? I have two girls looking for Mr Hamilton," she said. "One of them claims to be his daughter."

She glared at us both as she waited for a response.

"Yes, I thought the same."

She paused again.

"Ok, I'll let them know."

I was convinced that we were about to be told to leave, but the receptionist smiled at us again.

"Someone will be right down to see you," she said. "Please take a seat."

She gestured to a very modern looking seating area near the window.

"Thank you so much," Sasha grinned.

We both sat down wondering what the hell was about to happen. There was no way it could be that simple. Everything I'd ever heard about this guy told me he was like a ghost. You couldn't just rock up at his office and expect to see him - that would be madness.

"Do you think he's here?" I asked quietly.

"It sounds like it, but I can't believe the receptionist didn't ask more questions. She must know I'm supposed to be dead."

"Maybe it's not common knowledge. She might be new here."

"She didn't sound new. She's on first name terms with whoever she just spoke to."

I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I scanned outside, half expecting to see a SWAT team coming our way, but the plaza was quiet. I wondered if the woman behind the counter had recognised us as escaped convicts and had called security.

It turned out that I was half right. Four large men in suits arrived from the lift area and walked with purpose towards us. The guy at the front was staring straight at me and it was obvious that they were here for us.

"Get ready to run if this doesn't go out way," I whispered to Sasha. "They look like security."

All four men had ear pieces in their ears so they could communicate with each other and a central security office which would be situated somewhere in the building. A place like this would have its own security team. As they got closer, I saw bulges under their armpits which told me that they were carrying a shoulder holster with a pistol in it.

The good news was that they hadn't drawn their weapons.

The men formed up in front of us like a line of muscle. Each guy was six feet tall and as wide as a door. Their faces gave nothing away until the lead man spoke.

"Would you like to follow us please, ladies," he gestured towards the elevators. "This way."

"Is my father here?" Sasha asked. "It's important that I see him."

"This way please," he gestured again, ignoring her question.

My brain tried to read the situation so fast that my head started to spin.

Did they know we were from Bronzefield?

Had the police been called and were these men just delaying us from escaping until they arrived?

Did they think we were trying to impersonate his daughter?

Was Charles here after all and curious about who we were?

Sasha looked at me as she stood up. Her decision had been made; we were going with them. I had no choice but to follow her lead on this one. Only Sasha could get me in front of my target.

Two of the men led the way with the other two behind. It was a well-rehearsed tactic to keep us contained. Wherever they were taking us, they didn't want us to make a run for it.

We made it to a waiting elevator and were escorted inside. The twentieth floor was selected from a possible forty-one and I knew at that point that we weren't going to see Charles. He owned the building and would undoubtably be on the top floor if he was here.

We rode the lift to floor twenty and got out when the doors pinged open.

Ping.

I started to plan my attack on these four hulks, but it wasn't going to be easy. I'd need to take out the nearest guy and use his weapon to subdue the rest of them if it came to it. I'd have to be fast because if one of these monsters got a hold of me, I'd be done for.

Another reception desk stood before us as we exited the lift, but it wasn't manned. The area was decorated in plain white walls and black marble flooring making it look almost clinical.

"This way please," said the guy in charge.

Sasha followed him to the left and I went to go after her, but two of the hulks stood in my way.

"Take a seat please, Ma'am," one of them said in a voice so deep, it made my chest vibrate.

"I need to go with her," I protested, panicking about losing my only way in.

"Please, take a seat," he said again, gesturing politely but firmly at the waiting area.

"It's fine, Becca. I'll come back for you," Sasha reassured me. "I'm sure I won't be long."

She was led away as I sat down. Two of the hulks remained standing next to me like guards and the other two took her down the corridor. They weren't intimidating towards me, but they were making their presence felt.

I made a note of the time and saw that it was two o'clock in the afternoon. I had no idea where they were taking her, but I sincerely doubted that it was to see her father. She walked around the corner and I lost sight of her for the first time in hours.

"Where's she going?" I asked. "Is her father here or not?"

"She won't be long, Ma'am," was all I got in return.

There was no one else on this floor. The offices and reception desk were deserted. My initial panic started to subside and I used my time to think more rationally.

No police had turned up and none of these guys seemed flustered. They weren't giving much away, they just looked like they were doing their job.

I looked at things from a different perspective. If Charles really was here, he'd want to see his daughter alone without any interference. If he wasn't here, he'd need her identity confirming before he finally did meet up with her. The later made more sense to me. If someone turns up at your head office claiming to be your daughter after two long years, you would want confirmation of who she was before coming out of hiding. Charles was beyond cautious.

"She is his daughter," I said, breaking the silence. "I know you're suspicious of us, but she really is Sasha Louise Hamilton."

Neither man spoke or reacted in any way.

"I hope you don't treat all of your guests like this," I said sarcastically. "I'd have thought a place like this would have been more accommodating."

I was trying to get a reaction out of them. If I could get them to talk, it might give me an indication of what they were up to. People gave a lot more away in how they said things rather than what they actually said.

Five minutes passed and the silence in the white corridor continued. The two men were like statues, staring straight ahead. I was getting a bad feeling about all of this so I decided to be proactive in case things went south.

"Can I use the bathroom please?" I asked.

"Of course, Ma'am," the nearest guy replied. "This way please."

He led me in the opposite direction to the way Sasha had been taken. I still had my bag over my shoulder in case I needed to make a run for it, but the security guard didn't seem bothered by it. They hadn't searched us or taken away any of our possessions. Maybe they didn't see us as a threat.

I was escorted to the ladies' room and the door was closed behind me. The security guard made sure that I knew he was standing outside in case I got any funny ideas.

I made all of the right noises in case he was listening at the door. I banged the cubicle door shut and slid the bolt across to lock it. That's where the normality of using the bathroom ended. I needed to arm myself with the weapons I still had in my bag. I quietly closed the toilet lid and slipped the day sack off my shoulders and placed it on top. After a quick search inside the bag, I found what I was looking for.

The bright yellow, pistol-shaped taser filled my palm and I dragged it out to check it over. It was too large to put into my pocket so I decided to risk stuffing it down the back of my jeans instead. My long T-shirt would hide it from view and I could get to it easily when the time came. Next, I pushed my hand back into the bag and pulled out the telescopic baton. That went down the inside of my right boot for easy access.

Going up against these two guys wasn't going to be ideal, but I stood a fighting chance now that I was armed. I spent the next five minutes practicing the movements I'd need to quickly twist my body and take out the taser. It was awkward, but after several attempts, I made it work in a slick flowing movement.

I closed everything back up, flushed the toilet and then washed my hands. The guard would hear natural noises coming from the ladies' room and I hoped that he wouldn't be suspicious. Finally, I straightened my hair under my cap and walked back out.

The hulk was waiting for me and led me back to the waiting area. There was still no sign of Sasha so I sat back down and waited. I told myself that I'd give her another fifteen minutes and if she wasn't back by then, I'd make my move.

I was going to have to be quick to make this work. My plan was to pull the taser out and use it on the guy to my right. The angle towards him would be more natural as I drew down on him. While he was stunned, I'd pull the baton out of my boot with my left hand.

The guy on my left would have started to react by now, but hopefully I'd be faster than him. Bulky muscle would be slow and lumbering compared to my slight figure. I'd flick the baton to extend it and smash him across the face with a back hand swing and follow it up with a forehand smash to finish him off. A quick kick to the chin of the first guy should knock him out and I could then take their weapons and go and rescue Sasha.

Five minutes passed.

Then ten.

My heart rate elevated and I breathed slowly and deeply to stop my hands from shaking. Adrenaline has that effect on you if it floods your nervous system too quickly.

I checked the clock for the hundredth time and moved my feet into position, planting them squarely on the floor to give me a stable fighting platform.

Fifteen minutes was almost up. Sasha had been gone for almost half an hour by now and I knew something was wrong.

It was time to end this.

I was just about to reach back for the taser when I heard a door slam down the corridor and footsteps came our way. I stayed still and waited to see who it was. If it was Sasha, I'd abort my attack and wait to see what she had to say. If it wasn't, I might have to change my plan and take out more people.