Hilarious.
No change of clothes though, unfortunately. I feel very vulnerable with no underwear or pants. I’ll just have to set them to dry and wear them, and smell bad. I flatten out my panties, cringing a little at the ammonia smell, then lay out my jeans.
That’s when I feel something in the pocket. In the dark, I put my hand in the pocket and pull out a small plastic object.
My mind clears.
For the first time, I can clearly picture what happened in the cabin. Maybe a taser gives you temporary amnesia.
I remember the pain, the fear.
And before that, when I had only a bare second, I remember I put Einstein’s cat-tracker in my pocket.
Clever Harmony.
This tracker means my men will find me.
And then, with every fiber of my being, I realize that even if the tracker doesn't work, they will find me. They just will.
Because we are connected.
Frenzy is gone. I can trust now, and I can rely on other people now.
I'm not ignored, picked on, and belittled.
I'm loved, wanted, and respected. My guys won't stop until they find me.
The feeling warms me, even though the room is dark, smelly and cold.
It would be great if this little devicedidwork, though.
I turn it over in my hands. It’s too dark to see, but I can feel some sort of button.
I press it.
Here we go guys, see you soon.
ASA
We have the box from the tracker. It contains the ID of the device. Hugo has set up the account and we are about to see if the tracker is live.
It could just be under a sofa cushion in the cabin. Or it could be wherever Harmony is.
“Ready?”
DEVICE NOT ACTIVATED
Fuck.
LENNOX
Ijust keep staring at the laptop screen. It will only show up if it’s activated. The tracker thing stays silent, meaning it is not switched on.
I refresh it every few seconds.
Hugo and Asa have gone back to the cabin to search. They are worried that the thing is actually just in the back of the drawer.
That would fucking suck.
