Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Dangerous Cargo. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Dangerous Cargo. Ch 16
The Lake District was a bleak place to be in the depths of winter. It hadn't snowed, but it was wet and cold. The trees were bare of their leaves and the whole place smelt damp and earthy. Despite all of that, it was somehow beautiful, picturesque and peaceful.
As I looked out of the window of the farmhouse, which was our forward operating base, it seemed hard to believe that there was a terrorist's stronghold less than five miles away. That stronghold was under the control of a man, whose only purpose was to plant a number of dirty-bombs at strategic motorway intersections. That act of terror would bring our country to a standstill.
His name was Douglas Shaw and he was believed to be working under the orders of a member of The Generals called Charles Hamilton. Hamilton was like some kind of wraith, controlling the path of our country from the shadows. His plan was to cripple the UK in order to crash the stock market and force us to re-join the European Union.
It had been a long road to get us to this point, but we were now all that stood in his way.
Our team consisted of five elite special-forces operatives, known as The Grey Ghosts. Lexa and I were also going to be on the assault team. Ethan had been tasked to help Jock on overwatch, and Arran was there to deal with the technical side of things.
I poured myself a cup of coffee in the farmhouse kitchen as Ethan came over to join me. I was still wary around him as I didn't completely trust him. Tony had told me that Ethan had sold his stocks and shares at the same time as The Generals, which couldn't have been a coincidence. He'd also dragged his heels on this mission from day one in my opinion. Therefore, I was keeping him at arm's length.
"That was amazing work in Birmingham, Becca," he said. "I've read the mission debrief. Taking on six rapists in order to get Tony's team into the flat was no small feat."
"And quite enjoyable," I sniggered. "I came twice."
"Yes, I imagine you probably did. You've been trained to make the best of any situation. You've had a good teacher."
"I know. Lexa is my inspiration," I smiled.
"Actually, I'm glad I've got you on your own for a moment," he said quietly. "I need to talk to you about a potential problem we might have to deal with."
"What sort of problem?" I replied, turning from the window to face him.
"A police problem," he said. "Do you remember the two men you killed in the derelict warehouse? You encountered them near the care home that Brian's Nan was staying in."
"Yes. I remember them. How could I forget? They were going to murder a kid over a bag of drugs. They got what they deserved. I thought that case was closed and put down as part of the drug war?"
"It was, and I couldn't agree more, but we know a little bit more about the men you killed. One of them was called David Banks," he said the name as though it would mean something to me.
"Who's David Banks?" I asked. "I've never heard of him."
"He was the son of an influential business man from the city. He just happens to play golf with the Deputy Chief Constable of Manchester police."
"And?"
"And, he wants justice for the killer of his son. David Banks' father is using his golfing buddy to get the case reopened. The police are now investigating to make sure it was a lawful killing."
"Are you fucking kidding me? That twat was holding a gun to a young guy's head like an executioner. If I hadn't shot him, he'd have killed him in cold blood. I don't care who his father is. He's talking shit. Get it shut down."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do. I'm sure there won't be a problem, but I just needed to let you know. They might want to question you at the very least."
"Listen, I delivered more justice to those fuckers in a week than the police did in a year. You told me I had free reign to kill them all. They were criminals and they didn't deserve to keep breathing. The police should be thanking me, not bothering me with bullshit questions. Don't they know who we are and what we do?"
"Of course they do, but it's not always as simple as that. This Banks guy is talking to the media and riling things up. They have that picture of you from CCTV. I know it doesn't show much, but they think a woman was involved," said Ethan. "I'm just keeping you informed in case the police come knocking on your door. If they do, call me immediately and I'll straighten things out."
"I fucking hope so," I snapped. "Just keep me out of it. We're the good guys, remember?"
As I said that, Lexa arrived and got herself a cup of coffee.
"What are you two whispering about?" she asked. "I hope you're not interfering with my best agent."
"Hi Lexa," said Ethan giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "No, of course not. I'll leave you two to catch up. The mission briefing is in ten minutes."
"Ok. I just need to speak to Becca about something and then we'll be through to see you," she smiled.
"No problem."
Ethan left the room and Lexa came over to join me. She gave my ass a playful squeeze and we kissed each other on the lips.
"Hey you," she cooed.
"Hey yourself. How are you?"
"Excited about bringing this to a conclusion," she replied. "But I need to talk to you about something before we go through."
"Not you as well. What is this - pick on Becca day or something?" I sighed. "Ethan's already given me some worrying news."
"About the police? Yes, he told me about it too. Don't worry about it, the police just like to flex their muscles now and then -- it makes them feel like they're in charge. Sometimes these things happen for a reason, but Ethan will sort them out."
"I hope you're right. I'm not opening my legs and killing people for my own benefit," I pointed out. "Now, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, I know you want to bring Charles Hamilton down and we may have found a way of doing just that. I'm just checking that you want to be involved after this is over."
My face lit up. This mission was almost completed and Hamilton was the missing piece. It looked like Lexa was choosing me to pursue him after this assignment was over.
"Too right I want to be involved. You know I'm up for it. Any man who wants to damage his own country needs bringing to justice one way or another," I said excitably.
"I thought you'd say that," she laughed. "But I need to know something."
