He stared vacantly at his unwanted and unannounced visitors.
“Gentlemen?”
“Captain, I’m Colonel Robertson, and this is Major Bennett. We’re investigating sightings of an unusual nature. We understand that you have had a peculiar series of incidents that could be attributed to a person with allegedly special powers. Is it possible we could have the details of these events?”
The Captain was unimpressed.
“What, like the goddamn X files?”
The two officers glanced at each other.
“Similar, yes.”
“So, you think this broad is a fuckin’ alien or somethin’?”
“Not necessarily an alien, but something, certainly.”
The Captain handed over the file.
“There’s been nothing recently, so I think she’s left town. She ain’t committed any offences, but if you find her, see if you can persuade her to join the force. It’ll make my job a whole lot easier,” he said, signifying an end to the conversation.
Jim took the file and after reading through it sent several of his people to take further statements from the witnesses, and the picture was even more interesting now.
He had a pen picture of a very tall and incredibly beautiful woman, with long blonde hair, and immense strength, power and speed.
Witnesses saw her out-run a thief who was already over one hundred metres ahead of her. She bound him and carried him back to the scene of the crime. She was also alleged to have snapped the blade of a large knife between her finger and thumb. One of his men actually found the knife, but they were unable to obtain fingerprints as it had been exposed to the elements for too long, and the few witnesses thought she’d been wearing gloves.
The other report had her lifting a car thief off his feet with one hand, and he weighed over 250 pounds.
But the one he liked the best was the young female pickpocket. Lieutenant Pierce located her through the CCTV, and although the tall caped woman was never clearly identifiable, the girl was.
It seems the entire conversation took place mentally, and Jim was now certain that this tall woman was a possible link to the aliens. He had no idea how, but he just had a feeling that if he found her, then he would be one step closer.
He was looking at the few blurred CCTV stills of the tall woman. Her face was illusively in darkness, but he felt he was getting closer.
All the witnesses remembered her speaking with a New York accent, and he was sending his team there to tighten the search.
He was just making the final arrangements when Kyle came in.
“Sir, before you get all excited about the Big Apple. I have just picked this off the Reuters news agency.”
He produced the report of the strange goings on in Russia, when an entire wing of the Russian Mafia seemed to have wiped themselves out in one fell swoop.
The report was vague, but it mentioned a British couple who were trying to set up an electronics and computer works there. Apparently, the locally recruited manager was skimming a lot of money from the company and planning an insurance scam. Fearing the British couple would find out, he attempted to have them killed, but the assassins somehow managed to shoot each other, and then confess all to the police, implicating many other people, including the manager of the plant and the boss of the local Mafia.
Steps were taken to kill the couple again, and although the man was killed, the woman survived with minor injuries and intended to return to the UK with her fiancé’s body. However, just a few hours after the attack, the persons suspected of carrying it out were all found dead, killed by each other’s guns, just like the assassins of a few nights previously.
The Police found the leader dead a short distance away, yet a post mortem found no wounds, but his brain showed severe trauma, despite no marks on the skull and no breaks in the skin.
Police were completely baffled about what happened, and the British female survivor of the two attacks was asleep in her hotel room with a police guard on her door.
The deceased British Businessman was a Gordon Fenwick, who had been in New York recently on business. His fiancée, Michelle Czakan, was also his interpreter as she is fluent in English, French and Russian. She is believed to have originated from the Ukraine, and had become a British Citizen quite recently,
There was a photograph of Michelle as she arrived back at Heathrow with the body of her fiancé.
Jim stared at the photograph.
She was blonde, very tall and stunningly beautiful.
He looked up at Kyle.
“It’s her.”
“Come on chief. It is a coincidence.”
Jim shook his head.
“No, look, they were in New York recently, I’ll bet you a million dollars that it was at the same time the Avenging Angel struck.”
“She’s British, the witnesses say the Angel was a New Yorker.”
“Look at that surname. Czakan is not a British name, she originated in the Ukraine.”
“It’s hardly common to New York either.”
“New York had thousands of immigrants. But I have a feeling about her, and I don’t actually think her nationality is an issue.”
“So what do we do?”
“Check the couple’s recent itinerary. If they were in New York at the same time as these reports, then book us two tickets on the next available flight to London.”
Michelle was unaware of the US Air Force’s interest in her, and was trying to make plans of her own. Rebecca was completely overcome by events. She may not have been desperately maternal, but she had always taken Gordon for granted, and now he was gone, she saw in Michelle her only link with her dead son.
Then something happened which caused Michelle to review her whole strategy. She missed her period, but had put it down to stress. However, the sickness was something else.
She went to the doctor, and was stunned to be told she was pregnant. She had always insisted that Gordon use a condom, but realised that one must have sprung a leak. It was hardly surprising, as their lovemaking had been excessively athletic and enthusiastic.
She was sitting in Rebecca’s flat when the latter returned.
Seeing the younger woman in some unease, Rebecca asked her what the matter was.
“I went to the doctor today, and you are going to be a grand mother again,” Michelle said. “I’m having Gordon’s baby.”
“Oh dear God. Are you sure?”
Michelle nodded, as she was still numb and unsure how she felt.
“You are sure that it is….. um, his?”
“Gordon was the only man. I have not known any other.”
Rebecca felt awful, so put her arm around Michelle.
“Then at least we’ll have something to remember him by.” Rebecca said.
“I would rather he was still here.”
“So would I dear, so would I.”
This had never been part of Michelle’s plans. She considered an abortion, for about a microsecond. There was no way she could ever do something like that, but then began to feel glad that she still had part of Gordon alive inside her.
Rebecca started to get bossy, by arranging for her to see various expensive consultants and such like.
Michelle, who was only six weeks pregnant, told her, in no uncertain terms, that she wasn’t playing her game. She moved into Gordon’s flat, which was now hers, and spent a couple of weeks redecorating the whole flat.
A few days later, she was wearing overalls and covered in paint when the doorbell rang. She had an old scarf over her hair, so she went to answer it with paintbrush in hand. As she approached the door, she immediately knew who was there and why they were here. She smiled slightly and opened the door.
Jim and Kyle stood there, both wearing smart suits, but still looking like military officers nonetheless.
“Miss Czakan?”
“Yes. Can I help you?” she said, with a Ukrainian accent.
The men looked at each other, as she started sowing seeds of doubt into both men’s minds.
“My name is Colonel Jim Robertson and this is my colleague Major Kyle Bennett. We are U.S. Air Force Officers attached to a special unit that investigates strange phenomena. Could we come in and speak with you for a moment?”