Page 82 of Tortured Soul
“And? How did they get their hands on it? How did they evencreatesomething like this?” Carter asked, opening his damn mouth for the first time.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged.
His eyes were cold as he continued. “Did you not think it pertinent to ask them?”
“I was a little busy fighting them off my ass, youbrainless pigeon.”
Arc cursed under his breath as Carter’s fists tightened over the table.
“Does anyone care to explain tome? What is this?” Dimitri insisted, leaning as if ready to come between us.
Arc’s hand reached forward to grab the electronic device, but I jumped to take it before him, my heart racing.
I didn’t feel like having it pointed at me once again, thank you.
His mismatched eyes studied me for a bit, one of his eyebrows sliding up.
“It’s something that can track Immortals and give you some information about them when you point it in their direction,” I said, turning it around to find the switch button.
Dimitri’s gaze caught mine at my answer and they held for a charged second.
Yeah.
Turning it on while also making sure it was pointing toward Carrie, I leaned to the side to allow Dimitri to check the screen.
The scale over the screen lit up, an arrow pointing to the third level out of ten, a steady beep coming out of the remote like device.Processing…was written on the screen and blinked every second or so.
They all inched closer over the table to see it, the room silent.
The writing stopped blinking and they all gasped.
“What the fuck,” Carter said.
“What, did you not test it before to see?”
“Of course not,” he groaned. “We found it in a box. It had no manual or explanation, just a post-it saying that they needed to use that tracker when they went outside to scout the perimeter.”
“And were you not curious?” I asked, as Dimitri came closer, his chin resting on my shoulder to read what it said.
“That’s fascinating,” he mused in my ear.
“The team found it last night,” Arc cut in. “Didn’t have time to really play around with it.”
“I’m a bit disappointed to be worth so little, to be fair,” Carrie mumbled, watching the small text that appeared on the screen.
Demon, Common.
250 to 500 YO.
Estimated threat: Medium.
Reward: $5,000 - Outside potential bounty.
“I’m not sure how they get as much data just by scanning you, but it obviously only focuses on a bigger database, not the actual Immortal it points to,” Arc mused, rubbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
I hummed, turning to point it toward Carter, skipping Arc sitting between them.
“Hey, don’t point that shit at me,” he growled, trying to move to the side to avoid being on the radar.
