I Can Track Everything Novels & Stories

I think I really need some rest, I lose track of time easily and have been so tired lately too. "What's your progress?" I asked as I walked towards her table. She sat down and showed me all the codes that she's been working on. I looked at it one by one and found it pretty interesting. "I'm trying to develop a coordinate for this device. I know that you already have it on the other tracking device but I'm currently working on making an alert to the nearest corp in each European country so it will be easier for us to track and save them." She said and I nodded.

She wouldn't harm herself just to make me worry. "Tracking devices aren't just used for suspects alone, Mavis. If you insert a tracker inside Denise, you will be able to tell where she is, what's she's doing, and if she is in danger or not, and not only that, you'd be able to see the face of the person who has been trying to kill Denise all this while, because the tracking device tends to captured everything going on" Leo said, and I began finding some sense in what he said.

"You put a tracker in me three years ago?" "It’s more than a tracker, Raffy. It monitors your heart rate. Your blood pressure. Your cortisol levels. I know when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re scared. I know exactly how much you liked what we just did." Ignatius reached out and stroked the skin over the device. "I haven't spent a single second away from you in three years. Even when I was in the other room. Even when you thought you were alone." Rafferty looked at him. The madness in Ignatius’s eyes was total. It wasn't just obsession; it was a god-complex. He hadn't just bought the debt. He had colonized Rafferty’s very biology.

My phone has been off for three days. Elias's instruction, delivered with the particular calm he uses when something isn't actually optional. The pack monitors communication patterns around anyone they're tracking. Your phone being active creates a signal they can use to locate you and trace your contacts. He said it reasonably, with the supporting logic that made it sound like protection rather than control, and I turned my phone off and put it in my jacket's inner pocket where it sits like a small dead weight against my ribs.

I thrust the paper I brought out towards Andrew "those are the required information to the tracker. Activate it and find him, it should take a minute or so. " I said and he nodded, already leaving to do my bidding. I sat back in my chair and took a breath. I willed myself not to put too much hope in the watch and it's tracker. It could have gotten stolen, it could it could have gotten spoilt.

"Don't pinch me like this again. I will not be able to resist it." Jessie glared at him. "Don't change the topic!" Alex smiled. "I really. . . " "You're really not allowed to think about it!" How could Jessie not guess what he was about to say? She immediately interrupted him. Alex smiled helplessly. "Alright, it's my fault. Jefry and the others were busy that day and did not have anyone to follow them. I was worried, so I asked him to install a tracking device. That thing is not only a tracker, it can also be monitor. That's all."

Literally glowing under the skin with this soft, pulsing red light. “It’s the mark,” I muttered. “It’s bonding to you.” “Bonding?” “It’s not just a message. It’s a link. A key. It’s how they’ll track you now.” His eyes widened. “You mean they can see me?”

As wet boots stepped into the porch behind me, I whipped out my phone -thank fuck it was waterproof- and activated the tracking software Tim gave me and coded into the device to reverse monitor Tina's movements. The red dot showing Tina’s movements appeared in my phone screen for a split second before it glitched repeatedly in some weird rhythm and the software disappeared. My eyebrows drew together abruptly as I reactivated the software hurriedly, only for some weird red alphanumerical figures to fill my phone screen with ‘error’ written at the bottom. The. Fuck.