Is He Insane?

Dev Rathore looked at them innocently, almost pretending to be clueless. 

"What disgusting plan are you talking about?"

Ishar smirked. "You really like to lie don't you? Naren, show him." 

Naren glared at Rathore, a glare which would frighten anyone to death, and took out a print-out of Pralay-1's blueprint, giving it to Ishar. Ishar glanced at it and said,

"So, I suppose that in your eyes, global destruction is not a disgusting plan, is it?"

"Global Destruction? What are you talking about? Looking officers, there must be some mistake, why would I-"

Ishar rolled his eyes and slammed the blueprints on the table. Now there would be no more lies. Only the truth.

"-we have solid evidence Rathore." Naren said, "You have one last chance to tell us before we drag you out of here."

Just then, in a moment so sudden, a look of realization crossed Rathore's face. He spoke up, "Oh…that. How did you find that?"

"I don't think that is important right now." Naren said.

Rathore gave a sigh, which sounded so pitiful, as if someone had died. "Look, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Oh, I think I have come to a point where I will believe anything." Ishar retorted, feeling his anger bubbling again.

Rathore clicked his tongue and held up the blueprints. "Don't say I didn't warn you. The thing is, aliens exist. Feel free to laugh or anything, but it is true."

Ishar almost snorted. It was like telling a child that chocolate was yummy. 

"We know that. Next."

"Yeah, so I- wait. What? You know? How? It can't be possible. No one knows about it. How did you find out? Do you know how dangerous it is? Do you know that it isn't the first time this has happened? It has happened centuries-"

Ishar cut him off. "Yes. We know all about that. How we found out is not your concern. The real question is, how did you know? And why do you have a blueprint of the spaceship?"

For the first time, Rathore lost his confident posture. "Listen. I-I…it's not as it seems. I have no idea whose blueprint that is, and I'm not really Dev Rathore."

There was an awkward silence. Naren glanced at Ishar. Ishar glanced at Naren. He was really starting to think that Rathore wasn't in his right mind after all.

"Then who are you? A potato?" Ishar asked.

Rathore sheepishly grinned. "No…I…it's hard to explain. Please follow me. I have to show you something."

Naren glared at him. "Oh yeah? And then what are you going to do? Pull out a broom and knock us out?"

Ishar gave him a suspicious look that clearly said 'Do not dare to mess with me.'

"Please officers. I know you can't trust me without evidence, so let me show you the proof.' 

Rathore gave them a pleading look.

Ishar nodded at Naren. They both followed Rathore, with their guns pointed at him from behind, until they came towards a broom closet.

"Are you actually planning to knock us out with a broom?" Ishar asked incredulously, "Because that would be a very stupid thing to do."

Rathore rolled his eyes and opened the closet door. A heavy thump indicated that something had fallen to the ground. Something, which very suspiciously sounded like a body.

They both narrowed their eyes, alert for any of Rathore's tricks. He looked at Ishar and Naren, sighing. Then, he knelt down on the floor, and pulled something with all his might. 

First, the shoes came out. Then a pair of legs. Then a chest, arms, and a neck. However, it was the very last thing, the face, that shocked Ishar the most.

The body belonged to none other than Dev Rathore.