The Lost Treasure Map Series (106 page)

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
away.

“
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.