I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 230: Analysis Meeting

Ravi knew better. Those cases he had seen. Not a single one of them ended well.

He looked down at the bag in his hand. What should he do...Kill him?

Ah! He was truly no longer Ravi West, the Sentinel. The way those words flew unbidden into his mind but Ravi was not upset about this, not at all. Compared to an emotionless knight of justice, he rather liked him now.

So, he had decided to kill him? Good.

Wait.

What if Lisa knows about this? Maybe he was overthinking and this is just one of the little things the couple plays with to spice things up. Nevertheless, can you spice things up with a listening device?

He was not overthinking things. Ravi nodded. Then should he tell Lisa? After or Before he kills the boyfriend?

It was not really killing, just a polite disintegration. It was generally painless when compared to other ways of dying.

Should he tell her, maybe she would like to do the honors. Ravi shook his head; spending time with that gang at home had started to mess with his thinking. Lisa might either check him to a hospital or cuff him if he told her to do the honors herself.

Ravi yawned. He was so sleep-deprived that his thoughts were all over the place.

"Ravi! Ravi!" It was Lisa, she poked her head out of the door, "The Captain is calling you. We have a press conference. What are you standing there for?"

"Oh! I am coming. Let me get something I forgot from the car." He said absentmindedly.

This was not a good time. He could not give her the listening device. He returned to the car, conveniently forgot the listening device, and came out of the car with the only thing he could see.

A protein bar.

"You forgot Draco’s protein bar." Lisa stretched, each word seemingly ending with a full stop.

"More work. More fuel."

Lisa looked at him, forget it, when has Ravi ever been normal? She easily dismissed it and the two of them headed back inside the now conference room. Originally Arlen’s office.

Arlen looked up at him, coming in with Lisa and he smiled.

"Thanks." His eyes seemed to say. His tired, blue eyes.

Ravi felt that hint of frustration swerving back up but he did not let it show on his face as he made his way to one of the seats.

The office was rearranged in some makeshift sort. There was a large wooden board with pictures and red thread. There were two whiteboards with various lettering and a projector on the table.

Draco was making a few more touches to the projection like a skilled worker and after a second, he raised his hand for a thumb up. Ravi did not want to be prickly but he would bet good money that Draco did not do anything to that projection.

Fuck! He was truly grumpy today. Normally, a sweet kiss from Arlen would reset his mood but facing the litany of pictures in front of him...

"Let me help you with that." Draco jumped up to help Sarah who was carrying a tray of coffee cups. Before he could reach her, seemingly absorbed in the documents in front of her Korra lifted her hand and the tray floated in the air, landing in the middle of the table without spilling a drop.

"You...And you let me carry this table from the store. All by myself. I forgot you had telekinetic ability."

"Next time." Was all Korra could say and Lisa had to hide her snickering behind her hand before recalling where she was and coughing to appear more solemn.

Sarah smiled and took out the only blue colored cup amongst the white coffee cups and placed the cup in front of Korra. The liquid was different.

Before either Draco or Lisa could complain, Sarah’s gentle voice rang first, "She does not take coffee so I made her tea."

Lisa swallowed the words on her lips for a second before her eyes brightened, "Who said, I don’t also want tea?"

"Do you want tea?" Sarah asked.

"No."

Arlen has been through cases and has seen many victims. The initial surge of anger had been suppressed deep within his soul, giving way to something more intense and cold.

When he finished drinking the coffee and looked around the room. Everyone’s breath hitched for a moment and the air became dense with an oppressive silence. It was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

Arlen stood up and went to the board. He used a duster to clean the whiteboard and looked at the six of them, his eyes extremely calm as he pointed to the direction of the forensic room, "21 young women are lying on autopsies tables just down the floor. They had been starved, tortured, killed, and dumped on the roadside. These women all had dreams and were at the prime of their life and yet they died so heinously. This murderer does not consider them as human at all and he has no intention of stopping. I called us all here to have an analysis meeting. Revise all our investigations, share what our instincts are telling us, and divide our tasks for the upcoming days. Even if the possibility is very low, we would not let him get away with this, we would chase him down to the ends of the earth and we are going to stop this person from terrorizing Davenport and give justice to these women."

His voice was calm and there was unshakeable resolve to his words that reflected in the eyes of those watching him. It was late, everyone had been working so hard and yet they looked like they had not even begun, they were raring to go.

Ravi looked at Arlen, he was not unaffected. No scratch that, he was even might be more affected than other people. This person in front of him asked him to fight the world and Ravi would not hesitate.

He would not hesitate for even a second.