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I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 155: The tracker
Chapter 155: The tracker
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.
They listened and all backed up, leaving the tracker in the middle of the office. Frowning, he lit up a pipe, and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of tobacco and herbs. Lisa coughed turning to Sarah.
"Is he a real tracker? He is also doing drugs in the middle of the police station, shouldn’t we arrest him?" Her voice was lowered, so as not to attract any of the hero’s attention.
"According to Avalon’s law, it is legal for everyone above the age of eighteen to smoke it. Besides, I don’t think he is a fake tracker, maybe he needs the tobacco too."
Sarah was right but the Tracker did not hear her to validate her words. The herbs and tobacco went straight to his mind, clearing it. He felt the energy in the handkerchief, familiarizing himself with it. Everyone’s energy was different, singular, and unique but the energy of this person who had this handkerchief was even more unique and different than anything he had ever seen before, the lines were different.
It would make him easier to find.
The moment he activated his ability, the whole world became thousands of different colors. His mental energy slowly lifted up from his body, overlooking the nearest towns.
The tracker could feel everything, from the veins of the leaf thousands of miles away to the snake slithered in the bush cities away. He searched for a similar energy to the handkerchief he was holding.
His ability spread far and wide as he engaged his entire senses. His nose began to pick up something damp and wet like it was underground. When the tracker was much younger, he could only engage his sense of smell but his years in the Sinclair family sharpened his skill, finding one person was nothing to him anymore.
Visions unfolded slowly in his mind, it was like a gentle breeze. Train tracks, a small bungalow house, he wanted to search for more details when he felt a gaze on him.
It was like a volcano had erupted within his body. The scorching and surging terrifying energy was like a violent lave as it flowed through his mind, it was as if his astral self had been sliced by sharp blades causing an indescribable pain to fill his mind.
In everyone’s sight, the tracker who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly spat out blood and slumped to the ground.
Arlen instantly rushed to the man, checking his vitals. His chest was pounding and it was like the thing he had placed so much hope on had been shattered in front of his eyes.
His mother in all her coldness would not wrong him. She would send the best she could. If this tracker could not find Ravi, then would he be too late?
He shook his head to push the thought away. He could not be.
Ravi. He must be so scared right now. H
"Should we call the Ambulance?" The police chief came forward and asked.
"No need." The woman who had fought against Arlen went over to see what happened.
"Sensory overload." Arlen said and Vega nodded, "It could be possible that they are outside the scope of his geographical control. It would be another angle, the Phantom’s base is not in Davenport right now."
"It would be good if we can not find them although we have been researching for days." Aurora, one of the heroes said, her tone which had initially been so disrespectful to Arlen seemed to have changed her tone when addressing him. She did not know how this Captain was but for him to be able to invite a Tracker then he can not be a small fry.
It was something that she could not dream of doing just yet. The only way she could was to owe a tracker a favor and she was not even strong enough to owe one a favor.
"It is here." Arlen refuted, "The leader of the Phantom is Priestess Kadia, according to her files, she is meticulous and likes things being under her control. Having a base outside Davenport is too far for her. They are here, in Davenport. Heal him." He had contacted his Baba for files on the Phantom, the files he got were different from the files of the Avalon Bureau of Intelligence. It was extremely detailed, although it did not mention the names of the villains, from their personalities to the way that they used their abilities and operated, everything was detailed.
Maybe that was why he was so fearful, Kadia left a trail of blood everywhere she went. From the guards to even the middle school student who had seen her van, she left no witness.
Ravi.
Three minutes later, the tracker was healed up and he opened his eyes, his body shivering. Just now, aside from the pain, terror-filled his body. That ball of energy had gazed back at him, primitive and powerful.
He had never seen anything like it. It was chilling causing a dangerous trembling sensation to rise from the depths of his soul.
He had to relay the news. He had to tell the Guardian that something terrible was in Davenport.
"You! Who are you?" A voice sounded in his mind.
The tracker’s entire blood froze up, it was like Darkness fell above his head, surrounding him making it impossible for him to breathe.
A sense of fear that seemed to come from biological instinct was born in the depths of his mind, making every nerve in his body scream.
This person is not Human. He is not human.
"Ah!" He gasped out loud.
There was something attached to his mental energy. It felt so cold.
"Speak. I can’t read your mind, I am not Malik. Why are you searching around for me? I don’t have time, I would kill you."
"I am Yuku. I am a tracker sent by the Sinclair family to find you. I..."
"Fuck!"
The voice sounded again, making his blink, that inhuman energy suddenly felt human, with the helpless agitation one would be in if the barista messed up your coffee order for the tenth time.
"This discussion never happened. If you tell anyone, I will kill you. I am in 13 Colorado Street, the small blue house next to the train tracks. The house has a basement." The voice relayed before disappearing from his mind.
Yuku’s fingers trembled but faced everyone’s anticipating gaze. He relayed the words that he heard, exactly like he had been ordered.
Elara looked at him, her eyes filled with suspicion but she did not ask because the third young master had already taken to the sky. The boots lit up as he flew out the office window.
Elara swore and immediately followed after him, the heroes hurried off as well, cursing when they discovered the speed of their boots was nothing compared to the two people in front of him.
In the office, only the tracker and the police officers were remaining.
"Perhaps, we should invest in some flying apparatus, this year." The Chief said forlornly, "Don’t be outdone, follow them in your car and provide backup." He instructed before he began heading upstairs, unconcerned with the whole matter.
Old Train tracks. Colorado Street. Arlen descended down, Elara quick on his heels.
"Young Master, perhaps we should..." Elara opened her mouth to caution the young master about entering through the front door but swallowed her words as Arlen kicked the door open and entered inside.
This time, he was prepared, with a small lightning ball in his left hand and a wind wheel in his right.
But nobody was in the house.
"Ravi!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the house.
"Ravi!" He opened all the doors and soon found the basement. There was a meeting room, with drinks on the table, some chips, and a bowl of steaming hot rice.
He looked at the screen, recognizing his face, Ravi, and a bunch of other people. His heart skipped when he saw the last face.
Asher. It was Asher.
Guilt filled his heart, in his panic, he had even forgotten to check on Ravi’s little ward. The boy was like a son to Ravi.
His head felt heavy as he looked around. What did they want with Asher? The child was a shapeshifter.
"Young Master, they just left minutes ago. The stove is still hot."
"And they took Ravi with them."
"Young Master." Elara hesitated but still opened her mouth but Arlen interrupted her.
"I know. We have a mole. Get the tracker. I need to find someone first."