I Am Tired Of Being A Hero
Chapter 154: The therafter

Chapter 154: The therafter

"If the Georgiou family sues the Davenport Police Bureau, you would be the one responsible for the entire damage, Chief." The initial politeness that Aurora had shown Chief Ambrose Pritchard seemed to be non-existent. Confronting him on the ground floor of the Davenport Police Building even with the officers watching.

Team one did not particularly like this Chief of theirs but seeing him embarrassed like this was too much for them to buy.

"Hey! Have some respect. You were the one that showed up late so why are you blaming our Chief or what happened in the field." Draco who usually enjoyed cozying up to heroes gritted his teeth as he looked at the five heroes in light blue combat suits.

"Officer, this is above your pay grade. Just shut up!" Nova interjected, causing Lisa to step in front of Draco for the first time ever, using her left hand to block him.

"And you are in our turf, mind the way you speak to us. Hero or no Hero."

Arlen did not look like he cared what was happening as he just headed to his office to take some water.

"Captain Sinclair, but how could you release a member of the Phantom group because they held Officer West hostage? Do you know how dangerous they are, the Heroes Association would not let this go?"

"I was the one on the front lines dealing with the situation and I judged it to be necessary." His tone was abrupt as cold blue eyes scrutinized each of them, "Are you truly here to chastise me for trying to protect my officer over a stupid rock ’cause I am not in the mood for such and I amn’t angry either."

The Chief was taken aback by his harsh tone. This was just a mild question for show and the Captain had always been emotionally intelligent, normally he should understand the true intentions of his question, acknowledge the mistake verbally and publically and everything would be solved later but he didn’t even give me a face.

"Isn’t shedding blood and sacrificing oneself in the line of duty, the obligation of every police officer? Do you know how expensive..."

"Nova, shut up!" Vega interrupted the tall hero and smiled apologetically at Arlen, "Of course, human life is more important than any kind of jewel. We should calm down and concentrate, there are only two days left before the deadline that the Phantom gave. Normally they strike on the last day but because of what happened just now, I think that they will strike tomorrow. They would need a hostage so they would not do anything to Officer West, we can concentrate on capturing them tomorrow."

"Captain, What are they talking about? Jewel. Phantom. Like the Phantom, Phantom thieves."

One of the heroes let out a sneer and looked away.

Arlen was not truly paying attention. What about the Phantom, he did not care about them, the only thing that he was concerned about was Ravi.

His chest rose and fell rapidly like he wanted to cry but he could not. His head was buzzing and he clenched his fingers, the thought of just staying here doing nothing was driving him insane.

It was like reality was slowly turning into a nightmare, making it difficult to differentiate between reality and illusion. Oh! What he would give so that it would be that he is still on his bed, sleeping peacefully and everything so far had been a dream that his mind conjured up.

But it was not. The pain of his fingers digging into flesh was like a branding iron, pressing into his mind like a sizzle and grounding him.

The argument and voices around him faded to the sound of rain as he just sat down.

An officer was missing and all these heroes could think about, all they cared about was the Phantom. Capturing them would add a star to their badge, that was probably what they were concerned about.

Arlen hated these dark thoughts that were slowly creeping into their mind. It was as if the rain was not just outside but had also found a way to creep into the building, filling the building and pushing him down underwater.

The door opened and three people walked through.

They all wore a black combat suit with black nose mask. They were soaked to the nines and they looked around the room as they entered.

"Hello! May I help you?" Sarah started to walk forward when one of them, a tall woman with short black hair, made her way to Arlen.

"Who are..."

She suddenly attacked. Pushing her palm against Arlen’s throat, causing him to take some steps back, she connected the attack with a vicious punch that knocked Arlen down, his back hitting the ground with a thud.

Everyone pulled out their guns and weapons, facing the woman.

Arlen’s eyes widened from the pain, it was as if his ribs were crushed to pieces, blood rushing to the throat and he spat it out.

Arlen instantly leaped up, using his elbow to strike against her stomach in a clean motion, there was a sound of bones cracking as streams of blood spurted from the woman’s nose and mouth.

She attacked him again, using a dagger to aim for his head.

Bang! Bang! The gunshots and attacks all seemed to hit a wall and dissipate but Arlen was not bothered, he moved back, grabbing her neck and kicking her horizontally at her ankle, causing the woman to topple forward.

Vega shuddered at those familiar movements.

The woman quickly got up and attacked him again, they fought, every movement extremely vicious, aiming to kill, they had never seen their Captain like this before. It was as if he was into a human but carefully curated killing machine.

The woman kicked him against the table and he collided, gritting his teeth at the pain as his eardrums rang. The knife was picked up and she came at him again.

The group had already found that they seemed to know each other, plus the barrier around the two of them so the officers stopped firing shots.

"Have you understood just how useless you are, against real abilities?" The tall heroes could not hesitate to jab one in, causing Lisa to roll his eyes.

Years of training with his Baba, caused Arlen to move with instinct, dodging, bending, and blocking the knife with anything around him. He did not use his powers once while bidding his time.

When he saw an opening, he moved, using his weight, he lifted the woman before smashing her on the ground. A loud crack sounded in the room.

"Oh! The Captain can be so violent. I didn’t even know. Is she dead?"

"Aren’t you reacting too calmly to death?" Draco looked at her suspiciously before he looked at the window, noticing, "It has stopped raining."

The moment he spoke, there was a loud thump and he looked to his left, "Chief!"

Arlen spat out blood and wiped the blood off his lips. Another person in black rushed over to him but he pointed at the Chief.

"Heal him first." He looked at the woman on the ground with a broken neck and leg, "Thanks Elara, I needed that."

The neck moved slowly back to its location as the woman sat up, she then reached out and reconnected her leg.

The Chief who had just been revived by the healer saw this scene and fainted back.

The healer looked at him helplessly, and healed him before returning to heal the Young Master and the Knight.

"Oh! Captain. I didn’t even know that you were that strong. Amazing. Amazing," Draco repeated twice as he grinned at him, rushing forward.

His entire body was sore and exhausted but his mind was extremely clear. The anger and pain in his heart fading somewhat.

"The Tracker?" He turned to Elara and the last person stepped forward.

"Tracker?" The entire office was quiet. Even the heroes who had been watching the violent battle could not help the shock in their gazes. Trackers were very rare and their services were extremely expensive.

If the Geourgoui family could afford a tracker, why would they be running around this small, god-forsaken town, they would have gotten the location of the Phantom and would have cleared them so easily.

The tracker was a man in his early forties with a small white beard, he did not even nod at the heroes, not putting them in his eyes.

He looked at the young master and instructed, "I would need something that belonged to the person I am looking for. Something that bears his DNA, blood, sweat, fingerprints, anything. The longer he used it, the better."

"I can get something from his desk." Lisa readily said, hurrying to her desk.

"No need, here. His handkerchief." Arlen took out a folded cloth from his pocket and handed it over to the tracker.

"Should you be using your family resources like this? Don’t you hate it?" Vega said as he came closer to Arlen.

Arlen frowned, shaking his head, "Ravi is in the hands of Phantoms, heaven knows what he was going through. What I feel really does not matter." He said, his voice taut.

"Vega. Please refrain from planting such rubbish thoughts in the mind of my young master." Elara said as she got up, she stared darkly at the hero.

Arlen couldn’t care less about what the two of them were arguing about as he concentrated on the handkerchief and the map in the Tracker’s hand.

"All of you, back up!" The tracker suddenly said to the crowd.