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
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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.
