Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.

"Out back, you got something, Alpha?" "Yep. Is there a tracker scanner in the van?" "Yes, Alpha. All our vans are equipped with built-in scanners. If he has one in him anywhere, whether it is operational or dormant, it will be neutralised." "Good. Wouldn't want to give the Hunter's a direct path back to the pack... Are you staying or coming back with me?" "I'm going to stay for a while, Alpha. Meet up with Hudson and compare information and see what's new." I cut the link and turn back to Charles, as I say,

This man was a double-edged sword to them, and Zen decided to keep an eye on him for now. The “Tracer”, ranked #85, had a unique ability that Zen learned was part of his mafia family’s unique skills. As his nickname suggested, he could use psychometry to calculate the probability of people and objects passing through an area with limited information. His observation skills were the best, and Zen wanted him to be part of the reconnaissance team.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”

It wasn’t words; it was a map, a glowing picture of the forest, their cottage, a tiny dot in the middle, about a mile northeast, another dot pulsed with a faint, sick green light. Another seed. The Scourge piece they caught wasn’t just a prisoner. It was a divining rod, resonating with other pieces scattered in the world. Their weapon had become a tracker. A cold truth sank into them; their job was more than survival. They were wardens now. Hunting not one enemy but shattered parts of its mind and their prison must be fed. “It’s guiding us again,” Ash said flatly. “Like before.”

Dre shouted horrified. “Xeon said he had everything in control,” Alpha Arrow frowned. “You don’t understand, Daddy !! Unknown to others, Treco is a Beta and a tracker too ! He can easily circumvent all traps and can instead, lure the enemy to his planted ones. Oh fuck ! What about Xeon ? And damn ! I swore in front of you. Shit ! No not again dammit ! Ughh,” Dre said infuriated but then successfully, shook himself out of the cursing loop. “Sorry for cursing, Daddy but I gotta save my mate,” he urgently said.

And next to them, two small, deadly-looking pistols. “The trackers are subcutaneous,” Michael said, his tone all business. “I can inject them. They’re untraceable by any standard scanner. We’ll be able to follow your every move. The firearms are a last resort. If you have to use them, you’re already in more trouble than you can handle.” Arthur didn’t hesitate. He rolled up his sleeve. “Do it.”

" It can look for bugs, hidden signals, and other things that might be sending our location. This will reveal anyone who might be a traitor. Xander's gaze expanded. "You've had that for how long?" Brad coldly answered, "I've been saving it for a moment like this." "Everyone, put your electronics down. Everything will be scanned. They all reluctantly obeyed. There was a soft beep as Brad turned on the scanner. The gadget whirred to life, displaying lines of code on its display screen. It looked around for a few anxious minutes, looking for any irregularities. Then it came to an end. There was a signal when the screen flashed red.

"Someone is spectating me? That's strange. Oh well, as long as he isn't feeding information to my opponents, I don't care." A barrage of laser fire shot from a cloud. Some of the beams scorched TheSeventhSnake's armor, thankfully not damaging anything essential. "I'm under fire by their air scout! Engaging! Tops, keep searching for their heavies, don't let this distraction fool you!" Triceratopssss nodded as his Phantasm kept combing the surrounding area. "Roger that, pal." "My ground-to-air missiles are ready to fire." The missileer interrupted. "Maintain contact and feed your target lock to me."