I Can Track Everything Novels & Stories

I asked. Stephen stepped closer and went pale. “No ” “What?” Marcus snapped. “That’s not stored data,” Stephen said. “That’s ” He swallowed. “Live.” Everything inside me went still. “ Live what?” I asked. The woman smiled. “Tracking.” Silence slammed into the room. “Tracking who?” I demanded. Her eyes locked onto the camera. “Leo.” My heart dropped. “And everyone connected to you.” Hanna stepped back. “No no, that’s not possible ”

Tracker says as she begins going through the information I’ve provided to them. “There’s a second fingerprint on this work, Hacker. Is this Sphinx?” she asks. The ‘fingerprint’ is the trail that identifies who did the IT tracking. Tracker, Hijack and I all have our own individual ‘fingerprint’ for our work. Everyone does. It’s how we can tell when someone has modified or changed something trying to make it look like someone else did it. Sometimes you have to dig for it, but there’s always a fingerprint somewhere. It’s also how I know that Alpha Leo is guilty as sin.

I asked again. "Em....wait a minute, I think we can track her down." Rowland started and my eyes flew open. "What do you mean to track her down?" I asked again, "She isn't responding to my calls or..." "We both installed an app on our phone, that keeps track of our location, it doesn't matter if our lines are connecting or not" Rowland explained in a hurry, bringing out his phone from his pocket. Fuck me. So I thought of everything else, thought of places and people and I forgot something as basic as this?

he replied, but nothing seemed to matter after I checked my location and realised it was turned off. “My location is not on, Zane,” I countered. “Oops,” Mason said. Zane clenched his jaw like he was contemplating whether to tell me. “I’ve had a tracker on your phone for months.” I stared at him. What. The. Fuck.

“I took out a lot of the ones in the basement.” Oh, God, the basement. Tom seemed to see the expression on my face and skittered forward to show me more. “The desk is hooked into this tracking system.” He hit a few buttons, and softly glowing dots appeared on a few of the screens. “They’re just little tags you can carry. I figured you’d put them on lanyards with nametags or something so nobody feels trapped, but they can figure out where you or Lauren are anywhere in the building.”

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?”

I take a deep breath and open my eyes, slowly staggering out of the hospital room. I cling to the wall, walking toward Clara’s hospital room, phone in hand. At the same time, I swipe out of the app and open a tracking one. Because Adrian is so busy and can’t always be there for me, I created a program to track his whereabouts. It is my little secret—one no one knows, not even Adrian. My eyes immediately lock onto Adrian’s name and bubble. He is moving in the direction of the hospital. My heart swells, a smile growing on my face.

He smiled slightly. "So I will help you take down that son of a bitch, and the first thing you will do is attach a macro-tracker to his phone. That way, we will be able to monitor his movements and, most of all, his calls." Allan rubbed his hands, the previous emotion in his face disappearing. "Remember, he has a security company. What if he detects it?" I didn't want to risk anything. "He won't, trust me. I invented the tracker myself, and no detector can detect it." I nodded, a genuine short smile making its way when the thought of ending Gavin crossed my mind in a different, solid manner.

Domenico said making me roll my eyes. "This is not going to be used for that. It's to be used if one of us goes missing." Dad said making Domenico groan which made Dad glare at Nico who then sat down in his seat with his head low. "Does everyone else understand that?" Dad said making everyone say yes then it was quiet until Matteo spoke up. "How good is the tracker?" Matteo said. "What do you mean, son?" Dad asked. "The trackers we own personally can only be deactivated by being tased or taken out of the skin." Matteo said making Roman speak up.

Beside the bangle, a note: ‘Thank you for helping me win the bet at the island. I couldn’t help but smile. That small moment still lingered in his mind, enough for him to reward me. Thoughtful, deliberate, Sterling always knew how to make me feel seen. I opened the second package and found three trackers. So tiny, almost invisible. I turned one over in my palm, marveling at how something so small could trace someone’s movements across entire states. It gave me a strange thrill, power disguised as fragility. It's something their company produces, although in small quantities.